Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 190

Chapter 190: 190

After lunch, Shen Wenchen, annoyed that Shen Miaomiao had allegedly disrupted his relationship with Nanzhi, forcibly handed their three children over to her and then jauntily left with Nanzhi.

Shen Miaomiao stared at the three children, speechless.

Lin Zihan and Lin Jian stood obediently, also silent.

Only Zhiyu appeared abandoned, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Zhiyu?"

"Dad is a jerk!"

The little guy was so angry that his tiny face became beet-red and tears kept swirling in his eyes.

"Alright Zhiyu, we misunderstood Uncle this time."

The Lin brothers gently consoled their own baby brother, in fear that he would start crying again.

Uncle had actually always cared for his little brother, but he never understood.

Ever since they moved to Yan City, the three of them had been sleeping in the same room. Often, after their little brother fell asleep, Uncle would visit.

At first, both of them would be startled, but then they got used to it.

Uncle would always sit by the bedside watching their little brother sleeping, then give them pocket money, telling them to take their little brother out to play, but not to inform their little brother about it.

"Zhiyu, Uncle adores you very much."

After hesitating for a while, Lin Zihan finally revealed the truth.

"After you fall asleep, Uncle often comes to see you and encourages us to take you out more often."

The little guy wiped his tears and asked in a choked voice.

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm."

The two kids eagerly nodded their heads, afraid he wouldn’t believe them.

The little guy pouted and wiped his own tears, whispering.

"Well, then I won’t stay mad at dad."

Nanzhi, clueless, was guided away by Shen Wenchen.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the city lord’s residence."

"? ? ?"

When Nanzhi was lifted by Shen Wenchen onto the roof of the city lord’s residence, she was still completely clueless.

Is this the gentle side of a straight man?

Bringing her to climb on the rooftop for fun?

"Nannan, close your eyes."

Shen Wenchen said softly.

Nanzhi glanced at him and then looked down at her feet.

The ground was at least six or seven meters below.

Shen Wenchen was grinning like a fox, making Nanzhi suspect he was up to no good.

"Are you planning to throw me down?"

"What kind of nonsense are you saying?"

Shen Wenchen flicked her forehead in exasperation.

Nanzhi grumbled a few times and obediently closed her eyes, waiting for Shen Wenchen’s next move.

Seeing that she had obediently closed her eyes, Shen Wenchen pulled out a white jade cloud hairpin from his robe. The hairpin was completely carved with a cloud pattern and was semi-transparent.

He carefully pinned it into Nanzhi’s hairbun. The corners of Shen Wenchen’s lips slightly lifted into a smile.

"Done."

It was still the low, magnetic voice, but this time Nanzhi detected a hint of satisfaction of a child.

"Done?"

Nanzhi blinked in surprise, feeling something extra on her head. Stretching out her hand, she tried to touch it.

"Leave it on, it looks pretty."

Shen Wenchen sat next to Nanzhi with a smile on his face.

"You brought me here just to give me a hairpin?"

"Yes, I did."

Nanzhi was full of question marks. Why did he have to bring her to the rooftop just to give her a hairpin?

To catch the breeze?

"Nannan, look over there."

Following the direction of his finger, Nanzhi was slightly spellbound.

Even though it was still early in the evening, the sky was already filled with brilliant hues of red.

The tangerine sun dyed the entire sky red, and layers of white clouds seemed intent on blocking the beautiful colors, yet they accidentally revealed the brilliant hues through the gaps.

Nanzhi watched in fascination, but Shen Wenchen was attentively observing her serious expression.

"Nannan."

"Hmm?"

"Marry me, okay?"

Startled by his sudden proposition, Nanzhi quickly turned to look at him.

Shen Wenchen’s face displayed slight nervousness at this moment, but he tried not to seem anxious.

"Is this a proposal?"

"Yes."

"Why, why?"

Shen Wenchen looked at Nanzhi sincerely, his tone firm.

"Nannan, marry me, be my wife."

Nanzhi looked up, meeting Shen Wenchen’s gaze.

His peach blossom eyes, usually full of mirth, now held only nervousness and anticipation.

After a moment of silence, Nanzhi gently nodded her head.

Seeing her consent, Shen Wenchen’s face instantly lit up with joy.

"I remember you once bought a wooden hairpin, where is it now?"

Nanzhi, leaning her head against Shen Wenchen’s shoulder, suddenly recalled the hairpin.

She remembered Shen Wenchen carrying it around all the time back then.

"That hairpin..."

Shen Wenchen’s smile faltered, and he furrowed his brows slightly. "Someone had tampered with it, so I burned it."

Nanzhi looked up at him. Tampered with it?

So he burned it?

Could it be some woman?

Seeing what she was thinking, Shen Wenchen hurriedly explained, "A servant damaged it while cleaning the room."

Nanzhi pursed her lips, but said nothing more.

Seeing her discontent, Shen Wenchen sighed internally.

He had made one himself, but it was too ugly, so he didn’t dare to present it to her.

After sitting on the rooftop for a while, Shen Wenchen, fearing she might catch a cold, held her and leaped back into the yard.

"Are you very skilled in martial arts?" Nanzhi asked curiously as she steadied herself after being held by Shen Wenchen.

"No, not really." Shen Wenchen shook his head. Although he was talented in martial arts, he hadn’t been practicing long enough to surpass those who started training from a young age.

"Then, do you guys have inner power? The kind that can teleport?"

Seeing Nanzhi’s curious face, Shen Wenchen shook his head again, "We do have it, but it’s nowhere near as powerful as described in the storybooks."

"Okay."

The pair strolled around the master’s residence, then with Nanzhi missing her son, they went back to the Shen residence.

Shen Miaomiao was sewing in the courtyard while the three children played.

On seeing Nanzhi and Shen Wenchen approaching, Shen Miaomiao quickly set down her sewing basket.

"Sister Nanzhi, Brother Shen."

"You must have had a difficult time, Miaomiao." Nanzhi said, her face flushing slightly.

Embarrassed, she realized it wasn’t appropriate to give her child to someone else to look after right after meeting for the first time in two years.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. Sister Nanzhi, come and sit inside." Shen Miaomiao gently guided Nanzhi into the living room, then asked in a low voice.

"Sister Nanzhi, what are you and Brother Shen going to do now? At this moment..."

Shen Miaomiao wore an uncertain expression, at a loss for words.

While Nanzhi might have the same heart as before, she wasn’t the same person people had known back then.

Nanzhi, seeing the worried look on her face, gently patted her head and smiled.

"It’s not a problem. But in these past two years, how have things been between you and Twelve?"

Nanzhi asked, her eyes reflecting concern.

She remembered that Miaomiao and Twelve were fond of each other, but now Twelve had gone to work in the Capital City, and Miaomiao was already eighteen.

"I don’t know."

Shen Miaomiao shook her head, seemingly unfazed.

"If we are destined for each other, we’ll meet again. And if he stays in the Capital City and becomes a high-ranking general, it will just mean that we were meant to meet but not meant to be together."

Looking at her calm expression, Nanzhi felt a pang of sympathy but refrained from offering any advice.