Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 157 Cause and Effect Linked

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Cause and Effect Linked

Shaking his increasingly dazed head, Shen Wenchen mustered up the energy to press on.

The road was slick from the snowfall and Zhui Yue’s pace had considerably slowed.

Only late into the night, when Shen Wenchen couldn’t bear it any longer, did he stop at the side of the road to rest.

There were few refugees along this path; occasional passersby, seeing his state, quickened their pace.

Only after he had kindled a fire did Shen Wenchen’s face relax slightly.

He took out a pancake from his pack, skewering it on a stick and placed it next to the fire to heat, then he began to take off his clothes to treat his injuries.

His heel was covered in a thick layer of scab, and though it was cracked, it was a welcome sign that the wound had not become infected.

Just as Shen Wenchen was about to apply medicine to his back, he spotted an old man sitting rather impertinently by his side.

Looking at Shen Wenchen, the old man smiled and picked up the stick holding the pancake, showing some signs of discontent about its condition.

"This pancake is burnt. Well, I guess I am not too fussy."

The old man muttered as he dusted the dirt off the pancake and shoved it into his mouth.

Watching the brazen old man, Shen Wenchen said nothing.

After all, it was just an old man.

With that thought, he brought out another pancake from his pack, setting it by the fire to cook, then started feeling his back trying to locate the injury.

Seeing Shen Wenchen ignore him, the old man stroked his black beard.

This young man had a good temper.

Having finished the pancake, the old man confidently took the freshly cooked pancake from next to the fire without asking.

With pancake in hand, the old man chuckled at Shen Wenchen, waiting to see his reaction.

However, Shen Wenchen just continued to pull out pancakes from his pack to heat, as if unconcerned. It was as if he was worried that the old man wouldn’t be full, so this time he took out three.

Piqued by Shen Wenchen’s nonchalance, the old man decided to push his luck even further. He refused to believe that this young man was made of mud with no temper at all.

No temper whatsoever?

Only after eating eight pancakes, and nearly choking from fullness, did he surrender.

Forget it. He couldn’t compete with the young people of today.

"Old man, choked, have you?"

Upon seeing the old man choking, Shen Wenchen offered his water pouch.

After drinking some water, the old man’s discomfort eased slightly. Realizing that his present awkward sprawl was somewhat indecorous, he cleared his throat before straightening up.

"Don’t you have anything to say?"

The old man closed his eyes and fell silent, waiting for Shen Wenchen’s question while sneakily peaking at him.

Looking up, the old man saw Shen Wenchen engrossed in toasting his pancake, as if he hadn’t heard what the old man had said.

"Shen Wenchen!"

Realizing that the old man was angry, Shen Wenchen turned to him: "Old man, you were calling me?"

At this moment, Shen Wenchen was pale and visibly fatigued.

Seeing his weary state, the old man abandoned his mischievous mood.

It was rather boring.

"You’re going to find that girl Nanzhi, aren’t you?" The old man smacked his lips and no longer felt like teasing him.

With his condition, a few more jokes and he might just collapse.

"Yes."

Upon hearing the name of his wife, Shen Wenchen was no longer surprised.

Since he was a character from a book, what was impossible about other strange things?

Maybe this old man was a strange creature from somewhere, here just to tease travelers.

"You boy, are you foolish?" The old man was exasperated, his beard bristling in irritation.

"If you want to find Nanzhi, follow this road straight on. When you reach a fork in the road, take the left path and travel for three days, then you’ll find her."

Mouth full of pancake, Shen Wenchen paused, turning his doubtful gaze towards the old man.

"You don’t trust me?" Seeing the skepticism in Shen Wenchen’s face, the old man grew angrier. Fidgeting with his beard, he finally calmed down enough to speak: "You infuriating boy! If you still don’t leave, you’ll wind up having to bury her!"

After saying this, the old man snorted, turned around, and left Shen Wenchen, presenting him with just his back.

Watching the old man’s silver hair disappear into the dark, Shen Wenchen paused, then rose to continue his journey.

Whether the old man’s words were true or false didn’t matter. When he reached the fork in the road, he only needed to find the northeast direction. Yan City was there – he couldn’t get lost.

"You are quite hasty, young man, but do you really think you can save her just by rushing over?" Seeing Shen Wenchen’s urgency, the old man felt a sense of satisfaction, and asked Shen Wenchen laughingly.

Taken off-guard by the question, Shen Wenchen quickly bowed and asked: "May I know if the elder has any method to save my wife."

"What method?" The old man chuckled, pointing a finger at Shen Wenchen’s chest, "I don’t have a method, but you do."

"I...do?" Shen Wenchen was confused by his words. He had a way to save Nannan?

"Since you’ve already been to her side, you should know that she shouldn’t be here." The old man stroked his beard, waiting for Shen Wenchen to speak.

"Is... is she the same person as my wife?"

Despite his hesitation, Shen Wenchen asked the question that stumped him.

He spent twenty-one years in that other world during the three days he fainted. He was certain he didn’t belong in that world, but what about Nanzhi?

When she saw him for the first time, she was surprised, surprised at how he had got there, she wasn’t excited.

If Nanzhi of the present was not Nannan, how could he explain those similar quirks?

"Is it really that important?"

Rendered speechless by the question, Shen Wenchen nodded his agreement after a moment’s silence.

"It is."

He couldn’t allow himself to be deeply in love with a woman who was not his wife.

It would be unfair to his Nannan.

But if they were indeed the same person...

Considering the possibility, Shen Wenchen was unsure whether to feel relieved or upset.

Or perhaps it was his selfishness that made him hope they were the same person, to free himself from this mental burden.

He was distracted from his thoughts when the old man cleared his throat and began to speak: "I will be explicitly clear then, those two are the same person. Everything is linked by causality. You’ve read the book. The Lin Nanzhi in the book has to die for the plot to continue. If you want to save her, you have to understand this. What happens after that hinges on whether you can stand against the world."

Having said this, the old man got up, dusted the dirt off his robe, and left.

When Shen Wenchen raised his head again, the frail figure had already blended into the night, not a trace of his presence remained.

With the pancake finished, Shen Wenchen rubbed his aching temples, patted Zhui Yue’s neck, and mounted the horse again to continue his journey.

Three days...

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