Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Chapter 491

Her health had always been poor, and even though she took some time to recuperate, she remained worried in her heart.

"I just don’t know when Shen Wenchen will wake up."

Chi Sheng looked complicated, not knowing what to make of the situation as he stared at the window in the courtyard.

The rodent nest in the mountain hollow had been exterminated, but other villages had yet to fully deal with theirs, and now a rodent infestation had broken out in town...

The village had few residents which lessened the troubles, but if too many people were bitten, it would easily result in an epidemic.

The good farmland was now wilderness, with nothing growing. Even if the second-born could save people, where would the medicine come from?

They couldn’t escape anymore.

In his dream, Shen Wenchen was dressed in a red wedding suit, his young face brimming with joy.

The woman next to him wore a red veil on her head, her bridal clothes very festive.

"The couple bows to each other--"

At the horizon, an orange halo loomed, cloud layers shrouded them, casting an aura of rosy twilight on their shoulders.

"My dear husband."

The woman’s voice was clear and crisp, surrounding people who were all laughing and teasing, yet the joy on the young man’s face somehow froze all of a sudden.

Seeing his delay, the bride grew anxious and pulled up her veil, revealing a pretty face.

She had phoenix eyes that curved upwards, accentuated by makeup, even more captivating.

"Shen Wenchen, what is going on with you!"

Seeing the bride questioning, Shen Wenchen’s friends quickly stepped in to mitigate.

"Sister-in-law, Wenchen is just overjoyed, don’t be angry!"

The group of young men chuckled, the bride’s face turned red, her eyes looking at Shen Wenchen held a hint of shyness.

"Wenchen, hurry up."

Shen Dashan, seeing this, could only laugh and urge him on.

The young man’s face held a trace of confusion, yet the elders seated in the main hall were indeed his parents, and the guests around him were his relatives and friends.

But what was wrong then?

The bride’s eyes started to tear up, and her face showed a sense of grievance.

She had an oval face with slightly raised eyebrows and captivating phoenix eyes, enhanced further by makeup, making her appear even more radiant.

At this moment she just stood there, her bridal clothes exceptionally eye-catching, the orange sunlight spilling over her shoulders made everything appear a bit unreal.

Shen Wenchen, after all, did not bow with her.

He had always been a good young man, popular in the village. Suddenly turning obstinate on his wedding day surprised Shen’s father and mother. They only assumed he had gone witless.

The villagers naturally did not think much of it, they had their feast and returned to their homes.

"Wenchen, what on earth is wrong with you? Nanzhi came to marry you from Stone Village, why have you become so stubborn!"

Shen’s mother had always been gentle, this was the first time she got angry in years.

"Mother..."

Shen Wenchen called out softly, but for some reason, he felt a prickling in his nose. Before he knew it, he found himself crying at his angry parents.

"You..."

Shen’s mother wanted to continue, but was shocked by her son’s reaction.

How could it be that her silly son was crying like this?

Even when he was a child, and Liu’s eldest son from next door stripped his pants in front of a young girl, he merely ran two miles bare-bottomed without crying.

Why was he suddenly crying today?

"If you think you can avoid reprimand by crying, you’re wrong. If you are indeed sorry, go apologize to Nanzhi!"

Shen’s mother managed through her clenched teeth.

Life was tough for a girl who married into another family. Her son was clearly in the wrong. A few tears could not make this right.

Shen Wenchen felt dizzy, his vision starting to blur.

He felt something was not quite right, but could not put his finger on it.

"Such disgrace, you’re a married man now!"

Shen’s father wore a disgusted look on his face as he held his wife, afraid she might soften.

Shen Wenchen didn’t argue back, he simply let the tears roll down his face. He looked like a small child.

"Father, mother."

Lin Nanzhi carried a cup of tea, walking to Shen Wenchen’s side.

"This is the tea your daughter-in-law brought you, it’s passed the lucky hour in the afternoon. If you don’t mind, please have another sip of my tea."

Her eyes were smiling, her gaze filled with unspeakable charm.

"Eh, eh, good girl."

Shen’s mother was quite pleased with this daughter-in-law. What had happened today was all their foolish son’s fault. Now, not only was the daughter-in-law not angry, she had even brought them tea, naturally, she was pleased.

"Wenchen, why are you crying?"

Her tone was gentle, yet full of heartache, she raised her hand to wipe his tears.

However, Shen Wenchen instinctively dodged, not allowing her to touch him.

Lin Nanzhi’s movement paused for a moment, but the next second, as if nothing had happened, she put her hand down and spoke to the two elders.

"Father and mother, I will take Wenchen away now."

"Alright, alright, he is just a simple soul, don’t be angry with him. If he does anything wrong, just tell mother, mother will let your father take care of it."

Shen’s mother, as she spoke, removed the bracelet from her hand and put it on Lin Nanzhi. She then lightly patted her hand, looking very content.

"Okay."

Lin Nanzhi responded happily, but when she tried to hold Shen Wenchen’s arm, he dodged her again.

Even so, the expression on Lin Nanzhi’s face only changed for a moment, then she continued to smile and followed them out of the house.

There was no sight of the moon in the sky, and the pitch-black night was filled only with the chirping of crickets.

"Wenchen, what’s wrong with you today?"

The young man was wearing the same celebratory garb as he had during the day, but the expression on his face had changed from joy to his usual aloofness.

"Who are you?"

Lin Nanzhi seemed confused, her tone full of doubts.

"Wenchen, what are you talking about? It’s me, Nanzhi."

"Who the hell are you!"

The youth’s childish façade faded instantly, replaced by the murderous aura he’d accumulated on the battlefield.

A cool breeze blew in from nowhere, and the moon, previously hidden by dark clouds, became visible.

Under the pale moonlight, the atmosphere between the two became eerily tense.

Lin Nanzhi insisted on responding with a forced smile: "Wenchen, stop fooling around..."

The moonlight fell on her, wreathing her in a halo of white light, making her already remarkable complexion even more radiant.

But all of this only made Shen Wenchen’s gaze even colder.

All of this was fake.

His parents were long gone, and the person in front of him was not his Nanzhi.

As the situation not quite right, "Lin Nanzhi" tried to say something, just as Shen Wenchen picked up a firewood knife and swung it towards her face, which instantly frightened her, causing her pupils to contract and her balance to waver.

How could this be?

The murderous aura around Shen Wenchen grew stronger, with a momentum that seemed to be suppressing him.

His eyes glowed red, filled with boundless killing intent.

The inability to serve his parents had always been his deepest anguish, and yet this creature dared to impersonate Nannan.

As the murderous intent merged with the murderous intent, Shen Wenchen’s red wedding garments lost all their color, and the "Lin Nanzhi" in front of him turned pale, transforming into a streak of white light and fleeing rapidly.

With its departure, the surroundings began to distort, until finally, they completely dissipated.

"Tuwah."

Shen’s parents stood at the door, their faces sporting a faint smile.

The murderous intent in Shen Wenchen’s eyes quickly faded, and the murderous aura around him also dispersed.

It was only after everything around him had completely disappeared that Shen Wenchen knelt on the ground and began to cry.

His childhood nickname was Tuwah, known only to his parents.

The villagers called him Shen Xiaolang, the men in the army called him Brother Shen, and Nannan called him Wenchen.

Only his parents knew, he was called Tuwah.

Shen Wenchen sat alone in the darkness, weeping. His cries echoed in the air, with no one knowing where they ended up.