Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 280 Shen Yuntian_1

Chapter 280: Chapter 280 Shen Yuntian_1

"Yuanbao, let Yueyue rest well," Xiaoqi said with a furrowed brow, looking at the little girl who was sitting by Yueyue’s bedside, eating her food with large bites, feeling somewhat helpless.

He didn’t understand what the little girl was thinking, not eating properly at the dining table, always preferring to come to Yueyue’s room.

"Alright," Yuanbao replied with a hint of disappointment, pouting as she left the room.

Xiaoqi sat by the bedside, looking at his sister’s pale face with a pang of heartache.

"Yueyue, do you feel any better?"

"Thank you, brother. I feel much better on my own," Yueyue replied with a sweet smile, yet the paleness of her lips caused Xiaoqi’s heart to ache.

When they rushed back yesterday, Yueyue was already unconscious. The deputy head said that if they had come back any later, even a deity might not have been able to save her.

Now he only had Yueyue as a family member; if anything else were to happen to her...

Xiaoqi’s expression was complex, and he dared not think further.

"Brother, don’t worry, I’m fine. I don’t feel any pain after taking the medicine," Yueyue shook her head, still smiling as she said it.

Sometimes she thought to herself that without her as a burden, her brother might be able to live a better life.

Yuanbao was the eldest household’s daughter and she liked her brother. Only if she, Yueyue, were gone, could her brother live a steady life in the village without worrying about her.

But Yuanbao seemed to know what she was thinking, always cheerfully talking on her behalf, telling her many fun stories from the outside world.

Thinking of this, Yueyue lowered her eyes slightly; she too hoped she could get better.

To live as happily as Yuanbao.

"Yueyue, rest assured, as long as your brother is here, I will protect you," Xiaoqi said as he smoothed back Yueyue’s hair that had fallen over her face, full of conviction.

"Okay."

Yuanbao, huffing with her bowl of food, sat down on the threshold.

"Yuanbao, what are you doing? Your food will get cold, why aren’t you eating?" asked the deputy head, who had just finished his meal and was taking a walk to aid digestion when he noticed Yuanbao sitting on the threshold, daydreaming.

He was suddenly amused; this little girl was usually the most eager at meal times, so why was her bowl still full even after a quarter of an hour today?

"Uncle," Yuanbao muttered, without the desire to eat the meat in her bowl.

"What’s wrong with our Little Yuanbao?" the deputy head asked, noticing the little girl’s unhappiness with surprise.

This child was usually lively; why was she unhappy today?

In this village, could someone have really upset this little ancestor?

Just as he thought this, he glanced at the house and immediately understood that this matter was inseparable from Xiaoqi, with at least an eleven out of ten chance.

"Were you chased out by Xiaoqi?" the deputy head flicked the two small buns on the little girl’s head and laughed.

"That’s not it," the little girl pouted and shook her head.

"Then why are you unhappy?"

"Yueyue can’t eat anything tasty and can only drink plain porridge. She’s so pitiful," Little Yuanbao said, already lifting her sleeve to wipe her tears.

The deputy head was rendered speechless by what the child had said, and seeing her start to cry golden tears, he was even more baffled.

"You’re crying over this? When she gets better, she’ll be able to eat meat with you," he said, tousling the little girl’s head, caught between laughter and tears.

But Yuanbao looked up at him with hopeful eyes: "Uncle, will Yueyue get better?"

The deputy head hesitated before nodding his head.

He simply couldn’t bring himself to say that the little girl only had half a year to live.

When the little girl was brought back, she was already on the brink of death.

What illness did she have that was as simple as tuberculosis?

It was clearly due to years of physical depletion that led to her current condition.

To be blunt, she had never been well-fed since her birth, was malnourished, and abused. It would be strange if her body were not in a dire state!

Not to mention the hardships she suffered on the run; it was already lucky for her to have survived the past two years.

Yuanbao’s mouth began to droop; she could see it, she could see the foggy haze beginning to surround Yueyue.

Just like Old Mother Zhang in the village.

Not long after Old Mother Zhang got like that, she passed away.

Neither the elder nor the younger spoke again; in the end, it was the Second-in-Command who couldn’t bear to see the little girl like that, picking her up by the back of her collar and taking her to the Chief’s house.

...

It had been about a quarter of an hour since Hu San left before he finally arrived at the place, winding his way.

After checking behind to make sure they had followed, he finally knocked on the door.

Hearing Hu San knock, Nanzhi quickly pulled Zhiyu to hide behind a tree.

"Mom, have we arrived?" Little Zhiyu’s face was full of excitement; today was like being a spy with her mom!

Just like in the storybooks, so thrilling!

"Shh, let’s be careful."

"Okay!"

Zhiyu quickly covered her mouth, her eyes unblinking as she stared towards Hu San.

Finally, the door opened, but unexpectedly, the gate blocked the view of the person who came out completely.

Seeing the door swing outward, Hu San was also startled; with the door opened that wide, Miss Lin and the others surely couldn’t see.

"Brother Hu, is there news about the job for me?" The hope was evident in the man’s eyes as he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, get ready and head over to Yahang in an hour. Join them for a trial at the Restaurant. The boss will tell you more when the time comes."

"Okay, thank you so much, Brother Hu."

The man nodded in response, and Hu San, having finished his instructions, said no more and turned to leave.

Seeing Hu San depart, the man immediately closed the gate again, leaving Nanzhi and Shen Zhiyu, who had seen nothing from behind the tree, looking at each other.

"Mom, Zhiyu didn’t see anything," said Little Zhiyu, shaking her head in confusion.

This wasn’t like the stories in the books at all.

"It’s alright; let’s knock on the door."

"Okay."

The mother and son approached the door that Hu San had knocked on, hesitating again.

If it really was just a case of having the same name, would their actions seem too offensive?

While still hesitating, Zhiyu had already gone to knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

The voice from inside was hoarse and muffled, not sounding like Shen Yuntian.

Nanzhi felt a bit disheartened, about to apologize and take Zhiyu away, when she heard the gate creak open, and a man was already standing before her.

Upon recognizing the visitor, Shen Yuntian’s pupils abruptly contracted, and his voice began to tremble.

"Sister-in-law? Zhiyu?"

Nanzhi and Zhiyu were also stunned.

The man who opened the door was indeed Shen Yuntian; he no longer had the youthful vigor of his earlier years and had become somewhat dull. His hair was messy, clumped together, and his clothes were dirty and ill-fitting.

Even back in Lihua Village, Nanzhi had never seen Shen Yuntian in such a disheveled state.

"Yun Tian, what, what happened to you?" Nanzhi was taken aback and took some time before asking the question.

"I remember Old Mother Liu saying that you were going to Huai Middle; how did you end up in Yan City?"

"..."

The movement of Shen Yuntian openingthe door stiffened, and he did not speak. Suddenly, the atmosphere between the three became eerie.

"My, my mother passed away."