Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 192: Substitute Literature?

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Substitute Literature?

In her hesitation, it looked as if the figure had noticed Nanzhi and turned towards the room she was in.

Recognizing the man, Nanzhi was taken aback.

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn’t I tell you before I left, I’m here in Yan City for some business?" Xiaohe scratched his head, confirming that he had indeed said that.

"What I mean is, why are you bouncing on people’s rooftops in the middle of the night?"

"Well, I was just, out for a stroll, getting some fresh air."

Xiaohe chuckled.

He had suspected that something weird was going on around here these past few days, thinking it had something to do with Su Tao, so he decided to have a look at night. But surprisingly, he found Nanzhi instead.

"Sister Nanzhi, how did you come back?"

Xiaohe also thought her reappearance was a bit strange.

Not only was she unharmed, but she also came in a different body?

He had thought all his efforts were wasted when he found out she had died.

But later, he realized that even though Nanzhi had died, Shen Wenchen was not following the storyline. Thinking there might be a chance for a change, he chose to stay on.

Yet, to his surprise, Nanzhi came back all of a sudden.

And he had no clue how she had managed that.

"I just came back abruptly. Aren’t you the System? Can’t you figure out how I came back?" Nanzhi raised an eyebrow, curious about his response.

Xiaohe fell silent: "I’m a system, not a god. Your situation is beyond the norm, with your soul and body both crossing over."

Nanzhi’s suspicion deepened as she observed him.

"Have you not bound a host yet?"

Hearing her sudden change of topic, Xiaohe let out a sigh of relief and replied, "Well, I haven’t found the right one yet."

"What about me?"

Seeing Nanzhi’s serious look, Xiaohe hesitated before responding, "I don’t think you are suitable."

"Alright, fine."

Nanzhi rolled her eyes, waved her hand dismissively, and went back inside the house.

Xiaohe sniffed a bit, didn’t say much, and with a leap, he transformed back into his rodent form and scampered off.

She wasn’t suitable for him, even if she rolled her eyes to the heavens, she still wouldn’t be.

But now that he knew Su Tao and her all-purpose system were not the ones causing mischief, he didn’t wish to interfere.

Anyway, this world was practically on the brink of destruction.

Xiaohe had totally given up.

Meanwhile, Nanzhi was still gazing at the stars in the sky, lost in thought.

Xiaohe surely had secrets he didn’t want her to know.

What could they be?

Just as she was pondering, a figure appeared by the window.

Shen Wenchen was clad in black official attire, looking a little exhausted.

"Wenchen?"

"Hmm."

The fatigue in Shen Wenchen’s eyes eased slightly when he saw Nanzhi. He hummed a response.

"Did you go out on a mission?"

Nanzhi was puzzled. As the city lord of Yan City, why would Shen Wenchen need to personally handle a mission?

"Are you alright?"

"It’s not a big deal."

Shen Wenchen entered the room and pulled Nanzhi into his arms.

With the scent of her lingering in his nostrils, he comfortably buried his head into the crook of her neck.

Dealing with these brats was trickier than he had thought.

The former city lord of Yan City and the second prince were in cahoots and had already been sent to the capital, but the minions around him were proving to be quite a nuisance.

They always found a way to cause trouble.

Now, with the trade fair approaching, if any of them found a loophole to exploit, it would indeed be troublesome.

Fortunately, he had captured most of them tonight and was hoping to extract some useful information during their interrogation.

"As long as you’re fine."

Knowing that he was tired, Nanzhi didn’t rush him and merely let him rest on her shoulder.

After about a quarter of an hour, Nanzhi’s shoulder began to ache, and she glanced down at Shen Wenchen.

It was dark outside, and the room was dimly lit by a small oil lamp. By the faint light, she could see a few strands of Shen Wenchen’s hair resting on his forehead, his slightly trembling long curled eyelashes, a small mole on his prominent nose. She was about to look further.

Nanzhi was abruptly pressed down by Shen Wenchen.

"Nannan, you were looking at me." Shen Wenchen lay on top of Nanzhi, still burying his head in her neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps on her skin.

"You...you..."

Nanzhi stuttered, but she couldn’t manage to finish her sentence.

"Nannan, I miss you so much..." Shen Wenchen’s voice held a hint of coyness, like a big dog nuzzling Nanzhi’s shoulder.

"Alright, alright, get up now." Nanzhi blushed profusely.

"I’m not getting up."

Alongside his words, came his fervent kisses.

Nanzhi’s heart pounded wildly, her chest rising and falling with every breath, while Shen Wenchen remained sprawled on her like a mischievous toddler, not willing to budge.

"Nannan..."

Hearing the slight rise in his tone, Nanzhi felt like burying her face in her pillow.

This man!

After what felt like an eternity, Shen Wenchen finally finished his game and just cuddled with Nanzhi on the bed.

After a while, Nanzhi kicked him out of dissatisfaction, but was immediately stopped by Shen Wenchen who captured her legs.

"Nannan, it’s still early, no rush."

With closed eyes and a joyful tone, Shen Wenchen made Nanzhi want to give him a few punches.

Amidst all the commotion, Nanzhi forgot about the matter she planned to discuss with him and fell asleep in his arms.

Hearing her regular breathing, Shen Wenchen gently kissed her forehead.

Once the trade fair ends, everything should be fine.

He certainly intended to marry Nannan sooner rather than later.

...

Su Tao was sitting leisurely, pondering in front of a virtual panel.

"System, are you sure this will work?"

[Yes.]

The system’s mechanical voice only rang out once before disappearing again.

Now, Su Tao was left with a furrowed brow, uncertain about her decision.

Her current luck value was only twenty-five thousand, but this card cost three thousand points.

If it was useful, that would be fine. But if it was useless, it would mean her three thousand points would be wasted.

[If the host doesn’t believe it, you can try it on someone else first.]

"Three thousand points, do you think I’m a fool?"

Su Tao rolled her eyes.

The young master He’s luck wasn’t great today. Even though his affection level for her was as high as eighty-nine, all she had gotten from him was a mere ninety points of luck.

Thinking about how Shen Wenchen had ignored her today, Su Tao almost gritted her teeth in anger.

It’s been more than two years, and despite her overt and covert approaches, she was always rebuffed.

If it was the old her, she could still say that Shen Wenchen had high standards, but now she was Su Tao, the girl whom everyone in Yan City adored. Why then, was she still receiving his cold treatment?

If not for his luck, Su Tao wouldn’t waste her energy on such thankless tasks.

The angrier she got, the less likely she was to fall asleep.

Remembering the woman that was with Shen Wenchen in the afternoon, Su Tao frowned again.