Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 71 Shen Wenchen? _1

Chapter 71: Chapter 71 Shen Wenchen? _1

By the time he returned home with his people, he saw only Shen Zhiyu perched on a small stool under the eaves, gazing at the horses.

"Zhiyu?" Shen Wenchen called out softly, looking at the little fellow.

In his previous life, Gougou had not been close to him at all, and in this life, if there was a chance to alleviate the father-son relationship, he was certainly very willing.

As a result, Shen Zhiyu just tilted his head, glanced at them, and then got up and ran to the backyard.

Shen Wenchen’s expression remained unchanged, not the least bit embarrassed. He looked around, guessed that Nanzhi was in the kitchen, greeted his brothers to sit and rest, and then took what he had bought that day to the kitchen.

"Nannan."

Nanzhi, who was chopping chicken, suddenly jolted and nearly cut herself.

She could only chuckle awkwardly twice, and replied mechanically, "Ha, haha, is there something you need?"

Shen Wenchen’s gaze darkened—it was indeed his fault.

"Nannan, I didn’t intentionally stay away." Shen Wenchen watched the obviously stiff person and didn’t approach, simply standing to the side and saying, "Three years ago, I went hunting in the mountains and accidentally encountered a pack of wolves. I fell off a cliff and was fortunately saved by General Song who was passing by. Afterwards, because of the blood clot in my head, I couldn’t remember my own past. That’s why I haven’t returned for these three years."

Nanzhi paused in her actions, thinking how familiar this plot sounded.

And what about General Song? Shouldn’t that be kept confidential?

Why would he casually tell her about it?

Could it be that he had discovered she was an imposter and was preparing to silence her?

Shen Wenchen simply continued, "Ten days ago, I suddenly had a splitting headache and was unconscious for three days before I remembered everything. These three years, I have wronged you."

Nanzhi continued to busily attend to the work in her hands, but her ears pricked up, not wanting to miss any information.

Seeing the appearance of his wife, Shen Wenchen’s heart softened—apparently, she still cared about him, right?

"However, I only have a month’s leave. Do you want to take Zhiyu and come with me?"

Upon hearing this, Nanzhi froze, turned her head to look at Shen Wenchen standing to the side, and hesitated before asking, "You want to take me and Zhiyu with you?"

Shouldn’t he have returned to fight with her for the child?

Why take her with him?

"Of course."

"It might be a bit difficult on the road if you and the mother and son come with us. I’ll settle you two first, and once I’m done with the busy period with General Song, I’ll come find you both."

After hearing this, Nanzhi was somewhat tempted. Considering the current situation, she feared there would be a severe drought this year, and it would be difficult for her and Zhiyu alone.

Thinking of her own identity, she said she would consider it.

With that response, Shen Wenchen visibly relaxed, relieved. Since she said she would consider it, it meant she had some expectations of him. Thinking this, even his tone became lighter.

"I also bought some meat back from the county town today. See if you want to cook it together. The chickens, ducks, and geese in the backyard are the gifts from Eleven and his group. It’s up to you how to deal with them. I’ll help you with the stove; it’s just tough on you."

When the large piece of pork was handed to her, Nanzhi instinctively swallowed.

She probably hadn’t had pork for a month!

The lard that she had bought with Mrs. Liu had been used sparingly, for fear of finishing it all at once!

"Then, then I’ll cook it together." Although Nanzhi was happy inside, she still spoke with a tough mouth.

"Your brothers, can they get used to eating Pancake Steamed Buns?"

"As long as it’s edible, that’s fine. They’re not picky."

With that, Nanzhi nodded, and it wasn’t that she was being stingy. It was just that the five men her nominal husband had brought back looked like they could eat a lot, and there was only so much old rice at home—one might not have enough to eat for a few days.

If she wasn’t picky about food, she would mix chestnut flour with dark flour to make some Steamed Bun, rotating it with rice flour to eat.

Sensing that Nanzhi obviously relaxed, Shen Wenchen’s lips also curled up with a trace of a smile.

After being busy for almost one hour, the "homecoming feast" was finally ready. Fearing it wouldn’t be enough, Nanzhi made forty fist-sized Steamed Buns alone. The meat Shen Wenchen brought back weighed about five catties, half of which was stewed with potatoes, and the other half she used to make minced pork with pickles. Concerned that it might be too dry, she specially cooked a pot of Dried Scallop Soup, also stir-fried a serving of river shrimp, and braised a wild chicken.

The last line of people widened their eyes when they saw the dishes laid out on the table.

They had not expected to eat this well, especially that bright red river shrimp, which they had never even seen before.

Shen Wenchen watched Shen Zhiyu obediently wash his hands and wanted him to sit next to him. However, the little guy changed direction as he approached, ran to Nanzhi’s side to sit down, and didn’t even glance at him.

Shiyi was just about to laugh at the situation when Ada glared at him, and he had to struggle to keep himself from laughing out loud.

"Let’s eat, let’s eat." Nanzhi, seeing the line of people sitting up straight, quickly called out.

With Nanzhi’s words, Ada and Old Ninth hurriedly started to eat with their chopsticks.

These past days, just to hurry on their way, they had been eating dry rations, hardly getting to enjoy anything warm.

Once they tasted the food, no one spoke again; they just buried their heads and ate hard, eventually cleaning off the entire table of dishes.

Watching each of them contentedly slumped on their stools, Nanzhi was about to get up to clear the dishes.

But she was stopped by Shen Wenchen, who, seeing her confusion, gave a look to the few slumped people.

"Right, right, right, you’ve been busy for so long, sister-in-law, we’ll do it, we’ll do it."

Shiyi was the most alert; noticing Shen Wenchen’s gesture, he immediately got up to clear the dishes, and the other four also hurriedly got to work.

"Is it really okay to have the guests do the work?" Nanzhi asked, a bit unused to seeing the five men busying themselves.

"It’s fine, they’re all family," Shen Wenchen assured Nanzhi with a smile.

That statement took Nanzhi by surprise.

Shen Zhiyu was already showing signs of handsomeness at just three and a half years old, not only because Lin Nanzhi herself was beautiful but also because he took after his father, Shen Xiaolang.

The man in front of her was only twenty-three or four years old, his skin slightly tanned, with eyebrows that were quite attractive and peach blossom eyes that seemed to captivate the soul, a high nose bridge, and lips that carried a hint of a smile.

"What is it? Nannan?"

Shen Wenchen saw Nanzhi staring off into space at him and asked softly again.

Nanzhi then came back to her senses, her face inexplicably flushing red.

What was this? Being caught daydreaming about someone?

"Nothing, nothing." Nanzhi waved her hand and forced a laugh.

This man was Zhiyu’s biological father, the original body’s husband. Why was she infatuated with him?

What he saw was the original, what did that have to do with her, an outsider?

Waiting until she calmed down completely, Nanzhi frowned slightly and said, "You should stop calling me Nannan. I’m not used to it. Just call me Nanzhi."

Shen Wenchen’s smile stiffened, his gaze held a trace of guilt when looking at Nanzhi, and he nodded in agreement.

He indeed owed her and their son an apology.

"Then you call me Wenchen. I’ve wronged you these past three years."

Nanzhi shook her head and did not say more, but she began to carefully recall something in her mind.

Wenchen, Shen Wenchen, why did that name sound so familiar?