Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 87 Don’t Kill Me! _1

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Don’t Kill Me! _1

It wasn’t until the night before Shen Wenchen left.

That Nanzhi finally made up her mind to look for him.

Beneath the bright moon, Shen Wenchen sat in the backyard, staring into the sky, lost in thought.

Nanzhi, watching his silhouette, hesitated.

Her hand gripping the box tightened.

"Haven’t slept yet?"

His deep voice startled Nanzhi back to reality, and she instinctively hid the wooden box behind her.

"I, I have something to tell you," Nanzhi said to Shen Wenchen, pronouncing each word clearly.

"What is it?"

A cool breeze suddenly swept through the sultry air, and as their gaze met, the atmosphere turned a bit strange.

"You’re not Nannan, are you?" Shen Wenchen muttered in a low voice, as if speaking to Nanzhi, yet also as if talking to himself.

Sadness filled his eyes.

A loss he could never make up for.

Nanzhi froze, the earlier strangeness instantly transforming into sheer terror on her face.

How could he know she was not the original owner of this body?

Could it be that she had given herself away somehow?

Shen Wenchen did not look at her, his gaze remained on the crescent moon in the sky, deep in thought.

He truly didn’t understand why fate had to play such a cruel joke on him.

If he was given a chance to live again, why wouldn’t it let him reunite with his family?

"You, you know everything?" Nanzhi’s voice trembled with panic, fearing that she might be burned as a Goblin.

But then she hesitated, thinking of his own rebirth, surely he wouldn’t react that way?

While she was lost in her chaotic thoughts, Shen Wenchen suddenly stood up and walked toward her. As his face grew larger in her view, Nanzhi instinctively stepped back.

Keeping no less than one and a half meters between them, Nanzhi stuttered, "I, I came here by accident, don’t, don’t kill me!"

At her words, Shen Wenchen paused, his expression one of confusion. Kill her?

Why would he want to kill her?

"Are you that afraid of me?"

Hearing his words, Nanzhi shuddered, and forced a laugh, "No, not afraid, not at all, why would I be scared of you, ha, haha."

Watching Nanzhi’s anxious face, Shen Wenchen suddenly chuckled, his eyes softened, and the frustration in them cleared, "Did you want to speak to me about something?"

"I, I wanted to return these things to you." As she spoke, Nanzhi took the box from behind her.

"I felt it wasn’t appropriate for me to keep them."

Shen Wenchen did not refuse, but took the box with a quiet thank you.

With the atmosphere as awkward as it was, Nanzhi didn’t want to linger. Seeing him spaced out, she took the opportunity to sneak away, leaving Shen Wenchen alone with his thoughts and the box.

By the time he came to his senses, Nanzhi’s figure was long gone. He slowly opened the wooden box.

Inside it lay the wooden hairpin he had picked out, reminiscing about the surprise he felt when he first saw Nanzhi, Shen Wenchen’s eyes clouded with darkness. It was all too apparent he had expected too much.

As his fingers caressed the hairpin, something else in the box caught his peripheral vision.

He took it out to find it was the two fifty-tael silver notes, which she had carefully folded into neat squares inside the box.

Shen Wenchen found it somewhat amusing.

Looking back at the night sky filled with stars, his heart seemed to suddenly find peace.

When Nanzhi returned to her room, her heart still racing, she was taken by surprise as Shen Zhiyu wrapped his arms around her legs from behind.

The little guy was half-asleep. Waking up suddenly to find no one by his side, he stubbornly sat on the bed for a while. Just as he heard the door open, he hurriedly ran over.

"Mommy! Mommy! Where did you go?" The little one clung to Nanzhi like an octopus, his little mouth going on without stop.

The softness in his voice turned Nanzhi’s heart into a puddle of mush.

"Mommy went out for a bit." After patting the little one’s head, Nanzhi struggled to move him to the edge of the bed.

"Did Mommy go to look for Daddy?" Shen Zhiyu was overwhelmingly sleepy, but still clung tightly to Nanzhi as if he had to ask until he got an answer to be satisfied.

"..."

Not hearing a response from Nanzhi, the little one pouted with some displeasure, and continued, "Does Mommy not like Zhiyu anymore? Does Mommy only want Daddy and not Zhiyu?"

As he spoke, his eyes were already brimming with tears.

"Mommy likes Zhiyu the most!" Seeing the little one about to start crying with his eyes squinted, Nanzhi hurried to soothe him.

It wasn’t until he settled into her arms and stopped crying that Nanzhi tentatively asked, "Does Zhiyu want to leave with Daddy tomorrow?"

The little one stiffened, and the tears he had just stopped gushed out again.

With a pitiful look, he asked, "Does Mommy not want Zhiyu anymore, are you going to leave me with Daddy?"

Nanzhi felt a piercing heartache, and it took a long time of comforting before the mother and son finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Nanzhi, as usual, got up with dark circles under her eyes. Seeing the spirited Shen Zhiyu, she could only slap her own face to wake up.

Children do have an abundance of energy.

Indeed, she was getting old.

Just as she stepped outside, Nanzhi felt something was amiss.

Squinting her eyes for a quick survey, she suddenly realized the six horses in the front yard were gone.

Not only were the six horses gone, but the front yard had also been cleaned spotless.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively looked towards the opposite door.

"Awake yet?"

The voice of Shen Wenchen came from behind, startling Nanzhi, who quickly tried to laugh it off with a "Good morning, good morning."

"I’ll be taking them away in a bit," Shen Wenchen said, pretending not to see her discomfort.

"Oh, then, then you all be safe..."

For a moment, no one spoke.

Shen Wenchen felt a sense of helplessness, wanting to say something but finding it hard to start.

Shen Zhiyu, noticing the strange atmosphere between his mommy and daddy, quickly ran to Shen Wenchen.

"Daddy, are you leaving?"

The little one looked at him with wide eyes, making Shen Wenchen’s intended words stuck in his throat.

"Zhiyu, be good. Daddy has to fight the Goblin, to finish a task," Nanzhi, noticing his hesitation, quickly coaxed him.

Shen Wenchen was puzzled upon hearing this, while Shen Zhiyu’s eyes sparkled.

"Then will Daddy come back after fighting the Goblin?"

"Yes, yes, Daddy will come back after fighting the Goblin," Nanzhi said with a smile, grateful that she had told stories to the little one on regular days.

"Then Daddy hurry and come back after fighting the Goblin!"

Seeing how quickly the little one’s attitude changed, Shen Wenchen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Compared to himself, the little one surely liked her more.

It was only when he saw the mother and son together that Shen Wenchen truly felt relieved.

Even if she wasn’t Nannan, she was genuine in her affection for Zhiyu.

"I entrust Zhiyu to your care," he said, looking at her earnestly.

Nanzhi simply nodded her head.

Zhiyu was her child too; she would certainly not let anything happen to him.

Looking at a face that resembled his wife’s, Shen Wenchen felt slightly spellbound. Was the Nannan from his previous life also like this?

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