Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 313: Gambling_1

Chapter 313: Chapter 313: Gambling_1

"I just want to make him better..." Aunt Guihua eventually let the tears fall, hot tears streaming from her eyes, running along the wrinkles on her face, and dripping onto her sleeve.

"Guihua..." Seeing his wife cry, Shen San was equally distressed.

They were originally peasants, with a son, a daughter, and a few acres of land. It should have been a pleasant life.

But fate denied them the chance to live a good life.

Just when things were starting to get better, their son became what he is now.

"I just want to ask Sister Nanzhi to help save Azhong, he shouldn’t be like this."

Aunt Guihua cried heartbrokenly, Shen Zhong was very distressed, but Azhong in the corner of the room didn’t seem to react.

Ms. Li had been flirtatious outside the house for quite some time when she finally got a customer.

The man was in his thirties, chubby and a bit greasy. His rough hands on Ms. Li’s waist caused her to tremble.

"How much for once?" The man was very pleased with Ms. Li’s figure. He let his hands roam on her body while speaking. Those around, watching their interaction, sneered.

She was but a woman selling herself, not even as good as the girls in the brothels.

"Ninety wen." Ms. Li seductively hooked a finger around the man’s collar, her innocent face turning him on even more.

"If you serve me well, I’ll give you a hundred wen."

"Thank you, sir~" Ms. Li placed the man’s hands on her breasts, leading him into the dark room.

They walked through the hallway and stopped in front of the courtyard.

"Where?" The man, experienced in these matters, noticed different lanterns hanging above the two rooms and stopped.

"Over here, sir~ Come on in~" Ms. Li opened the door under the red lantern, pleading in a coquettish voice.

The man felt a tingling sensation in his heart, eager to get intimate right away. He hastily entered the room: "Come in quickly!"

Before closing the door, Ms. Li looked at the door across with a mocking smile on her face, then gently closed the door.

"Here we go~"

The flickering candlelight and amorous sounds passed through the wooden door and into the ears of Aunt Guihua and her group.

After a moment of silence, Shen San helped his wife up from the stool.

"Guihua, let’s go."

Before leaving, Shen San took a deep look at his son, then led his wife towards the exit of Liuhua Street.

Aunt Guihua didn’t speak along the way, just following her husband’s footsteps.

In the teahouse, Nanzhi’s face was full of helplessness: "Miaomiao, I really can’t help this time, I... I don’t have the ability."

How was she supposed to save someone?

And Xiaohe is nowhere to be found, what help could she offer?

Shen Miaomiao sighed inwardly, only nodding: "Sister Nanzhi, please forget everything that happened today. I don’t know what to do with my brother’s current condition, I can only rely on my parents’ decision."

"Miaomiao, if you need anything, just tell me. I have no solution for Aunt Guihua’s problem though."

Nanzhi hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

She only had a small box given to her by Xiaohe when he left. The box contained five white pieces, and she had no idea what they were for.

She wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to mention this.

"Thank you, Sister Nanzhi." Although Shen Miaomiao felt indescribable discomfort, she nodded her thanks for Nanzhi’s concern.

She was already moved when Sister Nanzhi came to see her today.

Shen Miaomiao hailed a carriage home, and only then did Nanzhi call on her two brothers, who were having noodles at the side.

"First Brother, Second Brother, are you heading home or to the carpentry shop?"

Nanzhi paid for the noodles and sat listlessly at the table.

"Let’s go home. It’s getting dark, and Father should have closed shop by now." Lin Yicheng glanced at the deepening twilight and took another sip of his noodle soup.

The soup couldn’t compare to the one sister made.

"Alright, let’s go home when you’re done eating." Nanzhi nodded, looking at the shops hanging lanterns in the surroundings, feeling a little melancholic.

Shen Wenchen said he would be back by early June at the latest, but it was already May 28, and she didn’t know if he was on his way back.

Thinking of Shen Wenchen, Nanzhi felt quite dispirited.

"Nanzhi, let’s go. Let’s go home."

"Coming."

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Cui Tian was detained until the end of the day at the county office, being ejected in a state of confusion.

He had not anticipated that he would actually be released.

The first thing Cui Tian did upon his release was head to the underground gambling den, to find his two buddies.

He knew they would be causing trouble there, and sure enough, when they saw him, they were taken aback.

Hadn’t they heard that Cui Tian had been arrested?

How could he be out?

The two exchanged glances, both puzzled by his presence.

"Laoliu, Laoba, I knew you guys would be here." Cui Tian took a seat beside them.

"Cui Tian, weren’t you arrested? How did you escape?" Laoliu was astonished at Cui Tian’s nonchalant attitude after being imprisoned.

Could he have staged a jailbreak?

"I was released!" Cui Tian said proudly, looking complacent.

"Got any silver? Give me a couple to play!" Cui Tian rolled up his sleeves and reached out to Laoliu and Laoba for money.

His plan was set. He had been given a three-day leave, he would enjoy himself for two days, then tell others he was going out of the city to search for silver. Six months later when he stepped out of jail, he would declare himself back in the city. Who would know he had this ordeal?

Laoliu and Laoba exchanged a glance, and Laoba took out a few hundred copper plates from his pocket and passed them over: "I only have three hundred copper plates, you can use this to play, I don’t have anything else."

Looking at the three hundred copper plates in front of him, Cui Tian felt it was too little. But he didn’t have any other money and his hands were itching to gamble, so he took it.

"Fine, fine, it’s better than having nothing." Taking the money, Cui Tian went to the gambling table and made a show of it.

Those who recognized him teased him: "Weren’t you busted? Did your mama bail you out again?"

The man’s comment sparked a round of laughter from the crowd.

Everyone knew Cui Tian, he wasn’t a good egg since he was a kid.

When he was young, he stole his mother’s wages for gambling, when he grew up, he stole his wife’s money to squander. Each time he was caught, it was his mother who had to spend her life savings to bail him out.

Now, at almost thirty, he couldn’t even pull out a tael of silver.

What a joke!

"Shut up! I have money today." Cui Tian retorted, pushing all three hundred copper plates he had at hand for betting.

The spectators laughed when they saw he only had three hundred copper plates. One even taunted: "I thought you had a lot! Three hundred copper plates, is this your mama’s funeral fund?"

Cui Tian’s face turned from green to red. Fortunately, he won, and his three hundred wen turned into one tael and two qian.

"Damn it, I have luck on my side today!"

Cui Tian glared at the man who spoke earlier, gathered the money and continued betting.