Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 342

Chapter 342: 342

Aze stiffened for a moment.

The food box on the ground had just been brought from the restaurant by Shen Miaomiao.

But where could she be now?

Suddenly snapping back to reality, anxiety started to seep into the boy’s heart.

Could something have happened to her?

"Mr. Shen—Shen Dong!"

Putting everything else aside, the boy quickly glanced at the main gate, hoping for a response.

But the alley remained quiet. There was no sign of any other activity.

Aze felt a knot forming in his stomach. Just as he started to panic, he noticed some signs of struggle and a few bloodstains in a corner inside the gate.

Guessing that something might have happened to Shen Miaomiao, Aze instantly lost his calm.

Without any further delay, he dashed towards the restaurant.

He and Shen Miaomiao had only parted for a short while. If something had truly happened, he might be able to catch up.

For now, the little girl was held tightly in Liao Er’s arms. Feeling the soft body of the young girl, a sense of satisfaction crossed Liao Er’s face.

"Lord Liao, if... if you took my sister away, I really won’t be able to pay such a large amount of silver." Shen Zhong squeezed out a bitter face. He had only found out the previous night from their father that the restaurant Shen Miaomiao ran had only been open for a little over two months and she had barely able to recover any profit.

If Liao Er really took Miaomiao away, what would he do about the debt he owed?

Liao Er spat, laughingly scolding, "Your sister invested silver into the business; if she disappears, shouldn’t you become the boss then?"

Finishing his sentence, his hand reached out to pinch the young girl’s face in his arms again.

Touching it, it’s really soft.

He was already approaching thirty and still unmarried. While he kept a couple of mistresses on Liuhua Street, they were just playthings.

His parents kept pushing him, but he never fancied any women.

His parents often said that while he bore a scar on his face and was still unmarried at thirty, he certainly couldn’t marry a beautiful girl.

Besides, throughout these years, he had met many gamblers who sold their wives and daughters, but he didn’t fancy any of those women. At most, he would just toy with them and then sell them onto Liuhua Street.

But hasn’t he found one now?

Glancing again at the timid Shen Zhong, Liao Er was somewhat suspicious.

Is this girl really Shen Zhong’s sister?

How could a loser like Shen Zhong have such an attractive sister?

Could she be an adopted child?

Liao Er’s words fell like a rock from the sky, heavily landing on Shen Zhong’s head.

It made him feel somewhat dizzy.

A carriage brushed past the boy who was anxiously hurrying.

The coachman was immediately irritated.

"Are you in such a rush to reincarnate, obstructing our Lord Liao’s way? Watch out or you’ll end up dead in the street tonight!"

The coachman cursed harshly, but Aze didn’t have the time to pay attention, he quickly hailed another carriage after apologizing briefly.

"Where does the young master wish to go?" The coachman was naturally delighted to get a customer, not caring about Aze’s attired, he started referring to him as a young master.

"I’ll use your horse, you can keep the cart. Look for me at Sanwei Residence later." Aze untied the carriage, swung onto the horse, and he was off towards Sanwei Residence.

Leaving behind a bewildered coachman holding the reins.

Noticing the commotion outside, Liao Er furrowed his brows, but the coachman outside had already started moving the cart.

"Lord Liao, it was just an annoying fellow in a hurry, please sit tight."

Listening to the fawning words of the coachman, Liao Er’s face eased slightly, but seeing Shen Zhong still on the carriage, he felt disgust.

"Aren’t you getting off the cart?"

"Lord Liao, please forgive me, I was distracted." Shen Zhong quickly apologized and was about to leave.

Unfortunately, the speed of the carriage was no joke. He found himself in a dilemma.

With a limp leg already, and having received a beating yesterday, if he fell off this time, wouldn’t he practically be risking his life?

The coachman had been with Liao Er for quite a few years and seeing that Shen Zhong wasn’t getting off the cart, he simply kicked him off.

"Aren’t you getting off? Do you really want to go to Lord Liao’s house?"

Scowling in pain after having been kicked off the carriage, Shen Zhong was just about to curse out loud when he swallowed his words mixed with blood upon hearing the coachman’s words.

"I dare not, I dare not."

No one responded, leaving only the sounds of horse hooves landing and carriage wheels rolling off.

In Yan City, Liao Er greatly mixed, yet over the past decade, no one knew where he lived. Rumor had it that those who secretly followed him all ended up with their necks snapped and tossed onto the mountain to feed the wolves. Given Liao Er’s usual ferociousness, no one dared to inquire about him.

Shen Zhong watched the departing carriage quickly pull away, then glanced at the people around him who were sizing him up. He snorted coldly and picked himself back up.

Sooner or later, he would make that Liao Er bow down to him!

The carriage moved quickly and soon arrived at the city gate.

Shen Wenchen and Shi Tou, both disheveled by the journey, rushed back.

Gazing at the city gate of Yan City so close, Shen Wenchen felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest.

He terribly missed his wife and child.

Had they not been delayed by some matters a few days ago, they would have been back by yesterday morning.

However, thinking about how Nannan might be pleased, Shen Wenchen gripped the reins tighter.

Shi Tou, who had been calling out all the way, was also bracing himself now.

It had been over a year since he last saw Miaomiao.

Their letters to each other were pitifully few this past year, and now the woman he longed for was inside the city. The young man’s heart had already flown into the Shen household.

"Brother Shen, I need to find an inn first." There wasn’t a trace of fatigue on Shi Tou’s face from the long journey; his heart and eyes were only filled with the hope of cleaning himself up as soon as possible to see his beloved.

"You rascal." Shen Wenchen retorted while breaking into laughter, making no further objections.

Having traveled for so many days, he too was dirty and stinky. Nannan liked cleanliness, so he also needed to freshen up before going home.

As the two headed into the city, Liao Er’s carriage charged out.

In just a blink of an eye, Shi Tou’s previously smiling face suddenly tensed up.

"Shi Tou, what’s wrong with you?" Noticing that something was off, Shen Wenchen also turned his gaze to the carriage.

"I don’t know." Shi Tou shook his head in confusion.

Just as he passed that carriage, his heart inexplicably ached.

Even though the stabbing pain had subsided, he still felt incredibly uneasy,

It was as if something monumental was about to take place.

A shadow crossed Shen Wenchen’s eyes as he watched the direction in which the carriage had departed.

At this moment, the carriage was heading south, barely visible in the distance.

"Brother Shen, I feel something is wrong." Instead of continuing into the city, Shi Tou halted his horse, looking serious.

"So what do you want to do?"

With a determined gaze, Shi Tou looked at Shen Wenchen and said, "I want to follow it and have a look."

Even if it turned out he was overthinking, he didn’t want to miss anything because of his own hesitation.

He wasn’t willing to let any opportunity that might be connected with Miaomiao slip by.

"Alright."

Without asking any further, Shen Wenchen nodded in agreement and followed Shi Tou, driving his horse in pursuit.

Sometimes, instinct is more useful than anything else.

Especially when it’s connected to someone close to you.

In the carriage, Liao Er was lasciviously looking at the girl in his arms.

The girl had delicate skin. Though not as exquisite as a pampered lady, she was still appealing.

His rough fingertips pinched the girl’s cheek before moving lower.

The more he touched, the darker and more intense Liao Er’s eyes became.

Only such an attractive and spirited girl would be worthy of him!

Spotting the crimson mark on the girl’s forehead, the man furrowed his brow.

Her temper was a bit intense; he would need to settle things soon upon arrival.

With this thought, his hands began to wander again, as if he couldn’t wait to strip her clothes off.