Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 497: Going to the Mountain to Find Wood to Make Coffins

Chapter 497: Chapter 497: Going to the Mountain to Find Wood to Make Coffins

Inside the courtyard, Shen Zhiyu and Yuanbao were busy imitating the movements they saw in the comic books, where martial arts heroes transferred their internal energy to one another. These movements were directed onto Shen Wenchen’s belly.

"Brother Zhiyu, are we doing this right?"

Yuanbao’s palms had turned red from the tapping. He scratched his head, doubting their actions.

"I... I guess so..." Shen Zhiyu was equally uncertain.

He remembered what his father once said: Martial artists possess internal energy within them, and it can be used to save people in critical times.

He too was a martial artist, so why couldn’t he feel his internal energy?

Despite their doubts, the two children continued to tap Shen Wenchen’s belly for almost half an hour, their small hands growing red from the effort, before finally giving up.

Xiaomi watched from the side, feeling a bit helpless.

He has tried dissuading them, but they wouldn’t listen.

Poor General Shen’s belly. How red was it now?

Shen Wenchen lay curled up, his face buried within his arms.

As his consciousness was about to fade completely, a faint beam of light suddenly appeared in the void before him.

A tiny ray of it fell upon his hand.

Feeling the change in temperature, Shen Wenchen’s heart gave a sudden leap. Like a fish on the verge of suffocating, it had returned to the water and started to breathe heavily again.

Something about his body felt different, and he wanted to open his eyes but an invisible force was holding him back, leaving him completely paralyzed.

"Father——"

"Wake up——"

These familiar voices came from the void, piercing his every nerve.

These voices are so familiar.

His heart beats grew stronger, the sound thudding like it was about to shatter the darkness around him.

"Father——"

The soft childlike voice circled in his ears. Shen Wenchen’s eyebrows creased but he still couldn’t open his eyes.

In Yan City, Nanzhi only felt a sudden pain in her chest, which was quickly followed by a feeling of dread as she began to find it difficult to breathe.

Luckily, it didn’t last long; everything was back to normal in about ten breaths. But the uneasy feeling in her heart got stronger. As Nanzhi looked down at the paper before her, a tear unexpectedly fell among the characters written.

The paper was filled with ’Shen Wenchen’ written over and over again. The teardrop fell on one of the ’Shen’ characters, smudging the wet ink into a flower-shaped ink blot.

"Shen Wenchen..."

His name inadvertently escaped her lips.

That spot of light in the darkness suddenly shone brighter, and the whispering voice traversed the void, reaching Shen Wenchen’s ears.

He felt something weird in his abdomen. The mild pain was somewhat warm, almost urging him to open his eyes.

"Nannan... Zhiyu..."

Shen Wenchen murmured in a low voice. With the increasing warmth in his belly, his consciousness finally returned, and he fully woke up.

Looking towards the direction of the light, Shen Wenchen released his tight hold on himself, and unsteadily stood up.

Like a toddler learning to walk, he began moving towards the source of the light.

He had to go back.

Go back to protect the people of Yan City, protect Zhiyu, protect Nannan, and the child in her belly... their child.

He didn’t know how long he walked for. The beam of light gradually spread until it wrapped around him fully. When he looked back, he seemed to see his parents.

They were smiling beautifully, waving farewell to him.

"Father, Mother, I’m leaving."

A tender smile was on his mother’s face. Her eyes were filled with love, prided, and joy for her son.

"Go." His father watched him quietly, speaking without making a sound.

When Shen Wenchen opened his eyes, he felt as if there were tears in the corners of his eyes and growing warmth in his belly.

Raising his eye, he saw his silly son and goddaughter with their sleeves rolled up, their little hands patting their father’s belly incessantly.

They seemed to concentrate so much that beads of sweat were already popping from their foreheads.

"Zhiyu..."

Shen Wenchen wanted to call his name, but the dryness in his throat made his voice hoarse.

"Father!"

Shen Zhiyu at first thought he was hallucinating. It wasn’t until he met Shen Wenchen’s gaze that he burst into tears.

Yuanbao wept along with him, while Xiaomi just stood there, struck with disbelief.

Could it be that General Shen really woke up because Zhiyu and Yuanbao were patting his belly?

Or could patting someone’s belly actually transmit internal energy?

Xiaohe was dumbfounded.

Shen Zhiyu cried heartbreakingly. He couldn’t describe the fear he felt when he saw Shen Wenchen. He was scared that his father would suddenly leave him, like his mother did three years ago.

But his father’s chest was still moving. Even though the movements were weak, it showed his father was still with him.

Xiaohe wasn’t there this time; he had to figure out how to save his father on his own.

So, when Yuanbao brought out the ginseng, he immediately reached out and opened Shen Wenchen’s mouth to feed it to him, without any hesitation.

His mother once said, if a situation is so bad that it can’t get any worse, then you should take a gamble.

The situation couldn’t possibly get worse, but there was a slight hope, which meant there was a chance for a turnaround.

When Wang Jingzhi and the second-in-command came in with hot soup to feed Shen Wenchen, they heard a heart-wrenching cry as soon as they reached the outside of the house.

The two looked at each other in shock.

Could it be true that Shen Wenchen had passed away?

Otherwise, why would the child inside be crying so pitifully?

Despite being used to life and death, Wang Jingzhi still felt his eyes well up with tears at the thought of Shen Wenchen.

How could such a good man like Brother Shen be gone?

The second-in-command felt the same regret.

They both knew very well who Shen Wenchen was.

Having such a government official who genuinely cared for the people was a fortune for the citizens of Yan City.

Yet, something like this happened...

"What happened?"

Chi Sheng and Ming Qin had come to visit and were met with the sound of children crying from the house. Meanwhile, Wang Jingzhi and the second-in-command were shaking their heads outside.

Chi Sheng was rather confused. It’s not that... Shen Wenchen passed away, right?

He was still fine this morning when they visited, right?

Other than not waking up, everything else was normal, right?

"Father——"

The cries of Shen Zhiyu were heartrending.

Ever since Nanzhi’s incident three years ago, he had been left with a lingering fear in his heart.

Thankfully, his father was okay.

"Could it be that..."

Ming Qin looked surprised. She glanced at the house, then back at Wang Jingzhi and the second-in-command.

The two men shook their heads in unison, indicating they didn’t know either. But to Chi Sheng and Ming Qin, it seemed to confirm that Shen Wenchen had passed away.

"Brother Shen gave his life for us. We must never forget him."

Chi Sheng said somberly, his words heavy.

"The trees on the lower reaches of the mountains are rotten and decayed, only in the depths of the mountain can we find some good trees. Tomorrow, I’ll take the brothers up into the mountain, find a good tree to make a coffin for him."

But before everyone could agree, the door to the house creaked open.

Shen Wenchen came out, his robe draped over him. His already pale face now looked like the bottom of a black pot.

"I’m not dead yet, why are you talking about coffins?"