Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife

Seeing his grandma's face getting paler, Shen Zhiyu hurriedly poured her a glass of water.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's okay." Nanzhi touched the little guy's head, the smile on his face was a little stiff.

If the original plot really made him die, would he have no choice but to accept his fate?

Then why do you keep coming back to this world?

Looking at the drop-shaped scar on his wrist, Nanzhi pursed his lips. If he had been soul-pierced before, he should be wearing it this time...

"Auntie?"

The little guy's voice was full of worry, and Nanzhi realized that he was too obsessed with his thoughts. He quickly softened his tone and asked, "Zhiyu, how has your family been doing in the past two years?"

"Grandma and aunt ran a food stall together, uncle and grandpa opened a carpenter's shop. Brother Doudou and Brother Maomao and I went to school together. My husband praised us for being smart."

The little guy sat down next to Nanzhi and excitedly told her interesting things in the past two years.

Some of them were studying in the school, some of them went to help at the food stall, and some of them went on an outing outside Yancheng. They even told Nanzhi about the fact that the two hens at home can now lay six eggs a day.

Seeing him dancing and sharing this with herself, Nanzhi thought of the days when he suffered with her in those three years, and her eyes became firmer.

She wants to live well, grow up with Zhiyu, and never leave him alone again!

No matter what the plot is, even if she really can't fight against the laws of heaven in this world, she still wants Shen Wenchen to protect her child.

"Auntie, do you miss Zhiyu?"

The little guy talked for a long time, and now he raised his head and looked at Nanzhi expectantly.

Zhiyu has a fair and clean little face with some baby fat, and a pair of big eyes as bright as stars.

"I think about it, I miss you so much." Nanzhi reached out and took the little guy into his arms.

Nanzhi felt her eyes sore when she thought of the way Zhiyu softly called her mother in those days when she collapsed and cried.

Zhiyu is his son and his most precious thing.

It had been a long time since I had seen my mother-in-law, and it was late at night before the little guy had to go back to his room to sleep.

"Auntie, Zhiyu will wake you up tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Okay, Zhiyu needs to sleep well, I'm waiting for you to come over tomorrow morning."

Seeing the little guy's joyful figure, Nanzhi couldn't hold it back in the end and started to cry softly.

Shen Wenchen was sitting on the roof, listening to the soft sobbing coming from the house. His heart felt like it had been stabbed by something, and there was a slight pain.

After hesitating for a while, he finally flew off the roof. He missed her.

Nanzhi was tired from crying while lying on the table, and now she fell into a deep sleep.

It was still a bit cold in March, and Shen Wenchen looked at the sleeping person and bent down to carefully carry her onto the bed.

After pinching the corners of her quilt and removing her braids, Shen Wenchen sat quietly by the bed and looked at Nanzhi's face in trance.

That night two years ago, he and Lin Ercheng watched helplessly as Nannan's body turned into white mist and dissipated with the wind and snow.

He could only comfort himself that Nannan might have gone home and returned to that world.

During these days in Yancheng, General Song sent several messages asking him to go back. All the second prince's gang members had been arrested half a year ago, and Yancheng only needed one more person to guard them.

And if you go back there, you will definitely have a better future.

Shen Wenchen gave the opportunity to Twelve, and he stayed in Yancheng to receive the rank of general from the sixth rank.

He wanted to wait for Nannan to come back.

Fortunately, fortunately, he waited for this day.

The person on the bed seemed not to be sleeping peacefully.

Shen Wenchen did not dare to light a lamp, fearing that Nanzhi would not be able to sleep well if the candles were lit. Because it was windy outside, he did not dare to open the window. At this moment, the room could only see through the moonlight shining on the window.

After watching for a while, he was about to stand up and leave, but when he stood up, he felt his wrist being grabbed.

In surprise, Shen Wenchen lowered his head suddenly and met Nanzhi's clear eyes.

She guessed that he would come.

Shen Wenchen was startled and didn't say anything for the first time.

"Are you leaving?"

Nanzhi's voice was muffled, and you could hear the unhappiness in her tone.

"Not leaving."

As he spoke, Shen Wenchen continued to sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at Nanzhi, waiting for her next words.

"Do you remember when you left?"

Nanzhi lay on her side on the bed, her long black hair spread out smoothly, making her skin tone paler.

Shen Wenchen is a martial arts practitioner, and his eyesight and hearing are better than ordinary people. When he saw the sadness on his wife's face, he did not speak.

"Zhiyu was only five months old at that time. You packed up your bows and arrows early in the morning and said you were going to hunt in the mountains to help me recuperate. Before you left, you even rubbed the top of my hair to tell me not to worry." Nanzhi said dully. When he opened his mouth, his eyes seemed to have seen the scene at that time.

"I waited, waited, and waited for you for several days. People in the village went to the mountains to look for you, but they only brought back a tattered, blood-stained piece of clothing. My mother-in-law fell ill, and my father-in-law also got injured from work not long after. I took the medicine and lay down at home.

I was looking forward to your coming back all day and all night. At that time, Zhi Yucai was only a little bit old, but he was obedient. He just looked at me with his big eyes open every day and never cried. "

When Nanzhi said this, her nose was sore and she was already in tears. Her body became weaker after giving birth, but she still had to rely on herself for everything at home.

She sold everything she could sell at home, not even leaving the new quilt she brought from her parents' home.

But her father-in-law and mother-in-law still left, so she could only go back to her parents' house to borrow money to take care of the funeral arrangements for the two old people.

People in the village saw them as pitiful and would occasionally donate some food.

But more often than not, they were talking behind their backs about being the disaster star.

He said that he had killed his husband and parents-in-law.

She was thinking at that time, why was she still alive in the world instead of going underground with the two old people?

But every time at this time, Zhiyu would make babbling noises and call her mother.

"Nannan..."

Shen Wenchen's tone was almost pleading. How could he not know the hardship Nan Nan had endured for him?

In his last life, he fell off a cliff and was saved by General Song, thus saving his life.

But when his life came back, he became a "fool" and didn't know his last name. Even the name Shen Wenchen was chosen for him by General Song.

Later, he was made a general and sent people back to Qingyun County to find his family, but the last clue was cut off in Lihua Village.

Lihua Village fled from famine due to drought in its early years, and the village has long since become a deserted village.

Those who could be found would have died long before they came back to look for them.

Later, he met Su Tao. As long as he was close to her, he would be inexplicably attracted to her. He tried to keep a distance from her, but Su Tao would always appear around him.

Thinking of what he did later, Shen Wenchen became extremely decadent.

He owed Nannan and his parents too much.

"Shen Wenchen, I lived such a hard life in those years!" Nanzhi cried, her voice hoarse and broken.

"Even, even I can't even die!"

Listening to his wife's sorrowful voice, Shen Wenchen felt that his heart was being gouged out with a blunt knife.

"Nan Nan, everything will be fine..."

Shen Wenchen held Nanzhi, who was crying with tears in his eyes, into his arms. Everything was still in time.