Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 229: The Adult

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: The Adult

When Shen Wenchen returned, he found them sitting in the reception hall, looking as if their faces had been drained of blood.

"Nannan?" The moment Shen Wenchen stepped into the door, he heard from the butler that Liu Jie had led people there. Seeing the four people sitting inside the room, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Brother-in-law, you’re back?" Lin Yicheng’s face was somewhat pale, only when he saw Shen Wenchen return did he loosen his clasped hands.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, Miaomiao." Shen Wenchen greeted them with a nod and sat next to Nanzhi.

"Nannan, did you need something from me?"

Shen Wenchen asked, his voice caring as he stared straight into Nanzhi’s eyes.

"I wanted to discuss something with you."

"What is it?"

Shen Wenchen looked surprised, could it be that those baseless rumors had upset Nannan?

"Miaomiao and I saw a restaurant today, we are thinking of buying it..."

"Is there not enough silver? I’ll have people deliver more to you later."

Upon hearing that it wasn’t a significant concern, Wenchen finally relaxed. His peach blossom eyes were filled with affection, making Nanzhi blush slightly.

"We have enough. I just wanted to inform you."

"What is mine is yours; with things like this you can decide for yourself, you don’t need my input."

"Still, I must tell you."

As the two of them spoke, Lin Yicheng, who was on the side, was so anxious that his face turned red.

Having been on edge before, he had been drinking quite a bit of tea.

There was a cycle of him drinking a cup and the servant refilling it again and again. In that loop, he must have easily downed three pots of tea.

Seeing the restlessness of their elder brother, Lin Ercheng found it amusing, but he didn’t dare to laugh outright and just asked for directions with a cough towards the servant standing on the side.

When Lin Ercheng asked him for directions to the toilet, the servant was momentarily taken aback. Recollecting that Lin Yicheng had drunk a lot of tea, he helped show the way out of the room with a bow.

With the Lin brothers gone and the servant leading the way, Shen Wenchen naturally dismissed the remaining attendant, keeping only Nanzhi and Shen Miaomiao with him in the room.

Shen Miaomiao, who was already somewhat embarrassed, felt even more anxious being left alone with them and wanted to leave the room.

However, Shen Wenchen noticed her discomfort, waved her over and said, "Miaomiao, it’s a good thing you came, last night, Adai sent a message from the capital city, there was something for you from Twelve."

He then took out a small piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the girl.

When Miaomiao heard it was a message from Twelve, her eyes were filled with disbelief. She hadn’t heard any news from him since he left a year ago, and she thought...

She thought he had forgotten her.

The slip of paper was barely half an inch wide and one inch long, filling it with dense writing—dozens of words.

The boy had condensed his sentiments into these dozens of words, each one heavily imbued with his deep longing for his beloved.

After arriving in Yan City, Shen Miaomiao realized that most of the local girls were literate, so worrying that her illiteracy would make her unsuitable for Twelve, she sneakily started to learn to read and write.

Now reading the handwriting on the paper, her eyes quickly filled up with tears.

Shen Wenchen sat next to Nanzhi - there were countless things he wanted to say to her. However, with Miaomiao present, he could only hold Nanzhi’s hand gently to comfort himself.

At least, Nannan was still by his side - that made him already a lot better off than Twelve.

At that moment, on the martial arts field in the Capital City, Twelve suddenly sneezed. Seeing his chance, Eleven unleashed a leg sweep, knocking Twelve down.

Watching this, Song Lian burst into laughter with another man by his side.

The man, around fifty years old, with only a few strands of grey hair at his temples barely noticeable, seemed satisfied with the two young men on the martial arts field but still murmured something.

"If he lets his mind wander on the battlefield, it could be fatal."

"You’re correct." Song Lian agreed.

After some thought, the man frowned slightly before asking, "I recall that you mentioned a reliable subordinate of yours... is he still in... still in..."

"Yan City." A servant, hunched over at his side, reminded him in a low voice.

"Yes, is he still in Yan City?"

Hearing him bring up Shen Wenchen, a look of regret passed over Song Lian’s face. He had initially wanted Shen Wenchen to return to the capital city to take on a mission, but he had decided to stay in Yan City and take up the post of the city lord instead.

"Wenchen, he..." Song Lian hesitated, not sure what to say. Should he tell him that his capable subordinate had chosen to give up his career for love?

Yet, over the past two years, he had relied regularly on Wenchen’s red beak sparrow to deliver crucial information.

Should he say that he had no desire for fame and had no interest in coming to the capital city to become an official?

But now, he was indeed the lord of Yan City.

"Alright, enough about him. Both of these young men are quite good. You’ve done well."

The man didn’t discuss Shen Wenchen any further, but continued to watch the two young men in the martial arts field.

In the two years, Twelve had shed his childish air, even when knocked to the ground, he was quick to get back up and into the action.

"Twelve, what are you daydreaming about?" Eleven chuckled at him.

Catching Eleven’s mockery, Twelve wasn’t annoyed, only smiled and replied: "Maybe Miaomiao is missing me."

There was no shyness in his tone; he even sounded a bit smug. Upon hearing this, Eleven was so shocked he stumbled backwards and asked.

"Twelve, how come after spending a few months with Shen Wenchen, you’ve become bad?"

Picking up a long spear from the side, the young boy walked over to Song Lian and the man.

The man’s attendant hurried forwards, bending down to bar his way. Only when Twelve passed his spear to a guard and stood still to pay respects, did the attendant ease off.

"Greetings, sir."

"Rise."

The man looked pleased at Twelve and nodded, then shifted his gaze to Eleven at the back.

"Greetings, sir."

After paying respects, Eleven didn’t hear any response. He wanted to look up, but didn’t dare, so he could only remain bowed, puzzled.

"Alright, alright, rise."

When the man’s voice sounded, only then did Eleven let out a sigh of relief.

"Stand properly, let the gentleman have a good look."

The two teenagers stood straight in response, showing off their most impressive postures.

Eleven was an inch taller than Twelve, but seemed much more delicate. On the other hand, the slightly shorter Twelve looked stronger.

"Have both of you been betrothed?"

The moment the man finished his question, the servant at his side was also taken aback.

At this, Song Lian glanced at Eleven and Twelve with a complicated expression. Did this gentleman intend to arrange their marriages?

"Reporting to sir, I am not yet betrothed."

Picking up on Twelve’s hesitation, and not wanting to leave the man’s question unanswered, Eleven went ahead and answered.

"I see."

The man looked at Eleven, nodded, then turned with a smile to look at Twelve.

"What about you?"

As he was called out, Twelve could no longer keep up his silence and began to panic.

A servant at the side, noticing the hesitation, reprimanded him, "How audacious! Are you implying you’re mute? Do you dare not respond when asked?"