Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 420: Disease

Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Disease

The young boy was brimming with life, far from his past ragged and downbeat days.

"I want to become someone who stands above the rest." In his eyes was a burning ambition, "Su Tao, you know, we are destined to be great. Since the heavens have given us this opportunity, we must seize it!"

Su Tao looked at him, only quietly asked.

"Lu Fengyun, what are we to each other?"

The young girl was stunningly beautiful, just quietly sitting there would dazzle anyone.

The smile on Lu Fengyun’s face faltered, he felt at a lost at her question. After pondering for a while, he finally said: "We, we are friends."

Recognizing his awkwardness, Su Tao knowingly chuckled: "Okay, I’ll help you."

Hearing her promise, Lu Fengyun felt a sense of relief. Thankfully, she was willing to help him.

Su Tao remained expressionless, yet the system’s mocking voice kept ringing in her ears.

[Host, Lu Fengyun only has 30 points of goodwill, don’t be fooled by him.

In my opinion, you should listen to me, devour all the luck of Xia Country, why bother partnering with this man?

Look at how thick his aura is, we can just siphon some off.

Isn’t that a waste otherwise?]

The system kept babbling on, Su Tao ignored it, she just tightly held onto the jade bracelet on her wrist.

The bracelet no longer felt warm as it once did.

Sometimes, it would even feel hot.

She had a bad feeling in her heart.

Yet, Lu Fengyun...

The boy across from her was in high spirits, not noticing her unease at all.

Ming Qin was staring at the horizon in the palace.

The young eunuch noticed her frequent daydreaming these past few days, he became worried.

"Honorable Concubine, shall I invite the imperial physician to check on you?"

"No need." Ming Qin withdrew her gaze, then spoke softly.

She had been in the palace for five years, it was time for her to go.

She has already made arrangements for everything she knew, the future of Xia Country should not be her concern anymore.

The small silver lock was cold and cutting in her hand, it was hurting her, but not as much as the pain in her heart.

She needed to go back.

The weather in Yan City was getting more and more peculiar, Nanzhi’s health did not improve.

Shen Wenchen was worried about her health, but every time he asked her, Nanzhi’s face was always pale, looking exhausted.

Shen Zhiyu could also feel that his mother was not feeling well recently.

Every time he thought of the scene three years ago, the child’s face tightened, and he stuck to Nanzhi’s skirt, refusing to let go.

He didn’t want his mother to disappear again.

Looking at Shen Zhiyu’s flushed face, Nanzhi couldn’t help but smile and asked helplessly, "Zhiyu, what are you doing?"

"Mother, don’t go." The little guy was teased red, but he stubbornly held onto Nanzhi’s skirt, as if she would disappear in the next second.

"Silly boy, your mother is just a little tired. How could I leave?" Seeing her nephew teased like this, Sun Cui felt embarrassed and quickly explained.

Her stomach was slightly uplifted, and her face was fuller, when she smiled, two little dimples would appear on her cheek.

Shen Zhiyu bit his lip, his eyes filled with tears as he stared at Nanzhi as if he would only be satisfied after hearing Nanzhi promise in person.

"Good boy, Zhiyu, your mother is not leaving." Nanzhi rubbed his little face, but she herself was uncertain.

That old man hadn’t appeared since he disappeared.

Xiaohe also disappeared.

She came here in her own body, if something really happens...

Looking at the happy family, something flashed in Nanzhi’s eyes.

She didn’t want to lose her family again.

Of the things Xiaohe gave her, she gave one piece to Yuanbao and two pieces to Shen Miaomiao.

Now she only had three pieces left.

She didn’t know what it was for, but she felt Xiaohe wouldn’t lie to her, at least this thing could save her life.

"Fatty, are you tired from running the restaurant?" Mother Lin looked at her daughter, who had lost weight, and felt heartache.

She touched her daughter’s hand and felt her thin wrist had no meat on it.

"You have to take care of yourself, understand?"

"Mother, I’m fine." Nanzhi shook her head and smiled, even if she tried to pretend she was fine, she could only manage a smile.

She had died three times, and although each time was different, they were all very unpleasant.

She didn’t have that feeling now.

So what happened to her body?

Nanzhi was distracted with concerns, she didn’t focus on her meal.

Seeing his parents-in-law worried about his wife’s health, Shen Wenchen paid extra attention to Nanzhi at the dinner table.

Before leaving, he suggested they leave their kids here for a few days, but Shen Zhiyu, as if he knew something, clung to Shen Wenchen’s sleeve and refused to let go.

"Father, I want to go home with you." The young boy’s eyes were already red, his handsome face full of stubbornness.

"Zhiyu, be obedient." Shen Wenchen looked at his persevering son, but didn’t relent, he just used his other hand to hold Nanzhi’s waist, allowing her to lean on him.

"Father. I’ll be obedient, I want to go with you and Mother." The little guy looked at them persistently with his eyes.

His eyes were very much like Nanzhi’s, filled with hope, Shen Wenchen simply couldn’t refuse.

Three years ago, Nannan had an accident, he held a grudge against the boy because he was afraid of alienating him with those eyes.

He didn’t want that anymore.

The others in the Lin family felt a little uncomfortable watching them.

Seeing the thin appearance of Nanzhi, they started to worry more.

Could it be, Nanzhi contracted a serious illness?

Otherwise, why would father and son look like that?

"Let’s go." Shen Wenchen sighed, lifted Shen Zhiyu onto the carriage, then tenderly assisted Nanzhi to get on.

Seeing her son-in-law about to get on, Mother Lin stepped forward to ask softly, "Wenchen, there’s nothing wrong with Fatty, right?"

"Don’t worry, Mother-in-law, Nannan has just been feeling unwell these past few days, I’ll take her to Jihe Hall for a check-up later."

"Ah, alright, if there’s anything, you must tell us." Mother Lin’s face was filled with worry, not wanting to hold them up, she instructed a few more times and didn’t say much else.

In the carriage, Nanzhi was looking at her son, whose eyes were red, sighing helplessly.

"Zhiyu, what are you doing?"

"Mother, I’m worried about you." Once outside, the little guy held back his tears, now, with only his mother around him, he didn’t care about face anymore, the tears began to fall freely.

"Your mother is just a bit tired, there’s nothing else." Nanzhi hugged her son, comforting him softly.

When Shen Wenchen got on, he saw his six-year-old son crying in his wife’s arms.

The little guy was crying his heart out, that made him, as a father, feel helpless about what to say.

After all, he’s still a little child...