Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 185 Kiss_1

Chapter 185: Chapter 185 Kiss_1

They hugged each other tightly, with Nanzhi’s tears falling on his neck, gradually cooling from their initial warmth. Shen Wenchen, too, began to shed tears.

"Nannan, can you, forgive me?"

Shen Wenchen’s voice was hoarse as he said this, tinged with caution.

Nannan’s emotions were off this time, and he could guess a bit of the reason.

Without waiting for Nanzhi’s response, Shen Wenchen felt somewhat dejected.

"Hmm..."

Nanzhi hummed, her arms around him tightening.

At first, she resented Shen Wenchen.

She resented him for abandoning his wife, child, and parents.

But now, she couldn’t resent him any longer.

She had personally experienced how powerful the plot could be and couldn’t blame Shen Wenchen for his actions.

"Nannan, I’ve missed you so much..." Shen Wenchen whispered, inhaling the scent that belonged to Nanzhi, his voice full of yearning, like a child retrieving a precious treasure.

"Let go of me... your stubble is tickling me so much."

Nanzhi complained in a muffled voice.

"I won’t let go, I want to hold you a bit longer." Shen Wenchen buried his head in Nanzhi’s neck, deliberately rubbing it with his chin.

"It’s too ticklish!"

Nanzhi struggled for a while before resigning herself to lie flat and let it be.

This damned man.

Shen Wenchen, with a smile, finally released Nanzhi, feeling exceptionally light.

"Why are you still in Yan City?"

After a moment, Nanzhi caught her breath and looked up to ask.

According to the storyline, he should be in Capital City right now.

Shen Wenchen smiled, feeling Nanzhi’s hand a bit cold, and simply shoved it into his embrace.

"I sent Shi’er back."

Nanzhi gazed at Shen Wenchen with a puzzled expression, not understanding.

Although Yan City was affluent, between staying here and taking a position in Capital City, any smart person would choose the latter.

"I was waiting for you to come back."

A light sentence fell, leaving Nanzhi utterly stunned.

"Wait... for me?"

"I felt that you wouldn’t just leave like that, that you would definitely come back," Shen Wenchen said with tender eyes, "I’ve been waiting for you."

"Don’t you want to go to Capital City to be an official?"

"I’ve already been conferred the rank of a sixth-grade General, to be able to guard you and our son here in Yan City is all I wished for."

In his previous life, his rank had risen and risen, but in the end, he died alone in his courtyard, without anyone to mourn for him.

This lifetime, having his wife and child by his side, was already enough.

Nanzhi was silent.

In the original story, Shen Wenchen had been a fifth-grade General, and in Capital City, he had repeatedly distinguished himself and eventually held a fourth-grade position.

And now, for her sake, uncertain if she would even come back, he had stayed in Yan City.

"Shen Wenchen."

"Hmm?"

"I’ve missed you."

Shen Wenchen’s gaze faltered, then darkened a bit.

"Nannan, I’ve missed you too..."

His voice was raspy, with an unspeakable desire, but Nanzhi didn’t notice and continued speaking, head bowed.

"I always felt that it wasn’t me who was suffering, I couldn’t be the one to take your place, those three years were so hard, really too hard—"

The voice stopped abruptly, feeling the warm touch on her lips, Nanzhi’s eyes widened in shock.

Shen Wenchen, however, reached out to cover her eyes, chuckling softly.

"Close your eyes."

His voice was husky and deep, laden with intense desire.

Nanzhi’s mind went blank, and she tried to move back, but the man held her tightly in his embrace, their soft lips making contact, sending a shiver through her body.

Even after two years of marriage, she still felt a certain shyness.

Shen Wenchen cradled the back of Nanzhi’s head with one hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around her waist, their lips and teeth intertwined, their hot breaths spilling over each other’s faces. After what felt like forever, Shen Wenchen finally released his hold on her.

"Nannan, I’ve missed you so much. I will never let you down in this life."

Shen Wenchen bowed his head and gently planted a kiss on Nanzhi’s forehead, his mood lifted even more by the sight of his adorably silly girl.

Nanzhi was completely dazed, not even realizing when Shen Wenchen had left.

Shen Zhiyu got out of bed bright and early, excitedly making his way to Nanzhi’s door.

"Mommy, Mommy~"

Hearing the voice outside, Nanzhi hurriedly got up while dressing and replied, "Yes, Mommy’s up, Mommy’s up."

Worried the little one might have been waiting too long, Nanzhi quickly tidied herself up and opened the door.

Shen Zhiyu stared at his mother’s red and swollen lips for a moment before asking, "Mommy, did an insect bite your lips?"

Otherwise, why would they look so red and swollen?

Nanzhi, still somewhat sleepy, was instantly shocked awake, cursing Shen Wenchen in her heart countless times over.

"Right, right, right, an insect bit me."

After a laugh, Nanzhi quickly took Zhiyu out, hoping to distract him from asking any more questions.

The little guy took Nanzhi’s hand and led her around the house and courtyard, even showing her the two hens kept in a separate corner.

Looking at the two lethargic hens lounging in their nest, Nanzhi looked down at Shen Zhiyu: "Zhiyu, how many eggs are they laying per day now?"

Blinking, the little guy replied, "The day before yesterday they laid five, yesterday there were four, and today, today..."

He tiptoed to peek into the nest and continued, "Today there are only three."

Nanzhi clicked her tongue a couple of times, sighing at the leisurely hens before saying, "The number of eggs they’re laying is getting less and less. They must be getting old. One of these days, Mommy will stew them, and we’ll buy a couple of new hens that lay eggs."

While talking, Nanzhi playfully touched the top of Zhiyu’s head. Just as the little guy was about to question why, the hen in the nest clucked twice and suddenly laid two eggs.

It even pushed the eggs out of the nest with its claws, turned around, and faced away from them with its backside.

Little Zhiyu had never seen anything like this and his eyes widened in amazement. Could these chickens be goblins?

Nanzhi, however, smiled warmly and nodded, entering the henhouse to collect the eggs.

"Let’s go, Zhiyu. Mommy is going to make breakfast."

Heavens knew what they had eaten during those three years?

Every meal was wild vegetable soup and wild vegetable dumplings. Not only had she become as skinny as a bamboo pole, but Zhiyu also suffered along with her.

She thought that surviving on dried pancakes and black porridge during the time of famine was already tough, but those three years truly made her feel like she almost turned into a rabbit.

"Okay! Mommy, I want fragrant porridge."

"Alright, Mommy will make fragrant porridge for Zhiyu."

Once in the kitchen, Nanzhi felt a pang looking at the clean and orderly space.

During those three years, the only two seasonings they had were salt and soybean oil.

Rolling up her sleeves, Nanzhi set about cooking.

With a kitchen stocked full of rice, flour, and oils, Nanzhi looked at the jar brimming with pure white lard and swallowed hard.

After cooking a pot of porridge, Nanzhi beat some eggs and mixed them with flour to make a few egg pancakes.

Chen Qiulan awoke and intended to join the kitchen to prepare a meal when she caught a whiff of a delicious scent. Upon entering the kitchen, she saw a girl, who looked about seventy percent similar to her sister-in-law, busily flipping food with a spatula.

Shen Zhiyu saw her come in and cheerfully called out, "Auntie!"

"Zhiyu?"

Chen Qiulan rubbed her eyes and took another look at the person by the stove.

Still there...

Was she seeing a ghost?