Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife-Chapter 496: Spray Waves
The red envelope contained a small sliced "ginseng", the one Nanzhi had given her before.
"Godfather will get better after eating this." ππΏπ²ππ°πππ§πππ²π₯.πππ
Yuanbao affirmed.
The ginseng slice was not surrounded by a bright white light, but a hazy pale yellow halo.
She had only seen such light on medicine that could save lives.
Shen Zhiyu didnβt bother about whether to wash his hands or not, he directly stretched out his hand to open their fatherβs mouth.
Shen Wenchen curled up into a ball in the darkness, like a fetus in the womb.
In his semi-conscious state, he seemed to hear some faint sounds.
"Iβll fetch some water..."
Xiaoqi looked at Yuanbao and Shen Zhiyuβs bold demeanor and pressed his lips together, ultimately not stopping them.
Instead, he turned around to fetch some water.
Keeping the ginseng slice in the mouth was also good, he was just afraid that the General would choke on it.
"No need."
Shen Zhiyu yelled, as if afraid that Yuanbao, being short, wouldnβt be able to toss the ginseng slice in, she took a deep breath and made their fatherβs mouth open wider.
Seeing the opportunity, Yuanbao, on tiptoes, tossed the thin ginseng slice into Shen Wenchenβs mouth.
Little Xiaomi didnβt have as much courage as Xiaoqi, watching the two siblings act this way, he couldnβt stop feeling scared and beads of sweat were appearing on his forehead.
He really didnβt know what to say...
"Brother Zhiyu, what do we do next?"
Yuanbao clapped her hands, then laboriously climbed up the bed and sat beside Shen Zhiyu.
Xiaoqi couldnβt bear to watch any longer, he whispered to Xiaomi, "Big brother, can you keep an eye on them? I have to take care of some things in the village."
He didnβt recognize Xiaomi, but at the entrance of the village, he had seen him protecting Shen Zhiyu, so he could tell he was a friend.
And since he was taller, he didnβt see any problem in calling him βbig brotherβ.
"Okay."
Xiaomi nodded, acknowledging.
Before sneaking out, they went to see Lin Zihan and Lin Jian.
They had been weakened by a severe illness and, despite having recovered, their mother wouldnβt let them be active outside.
Knowing that he and Zhiyu were going to sneak out, Lin Zihan whispered to Xiaoqi to listen to Zhiyu when in doubt, as he could always come up with solutions.
Xiaoqi was not an obedient, virtuous boy.
As for Zhuzi, this obnoxious guy, he had his own plans.
Normally, as long as it didnβt affect him, he wouldnβt bother, but todayβs incident had indeed upset him.
The young boy, with a grim face, headed towards the end of the village.
That was the favorite place of Zhuzi and his henchmen.
True to expectations, he could hear the beastβs cursing and another personβs cry for mercy from afar.
Zhuziβs face was swollen high, his eyes were squeezed into a slit by the swollen flesh around.
A gentle touch would make him roll on the ground in pain.
"Run, go ahead and run!"
Zhuziβs eyes were full of fierceness, lacking any trace of a childβs innocence.
He held a whip, used at home for beating donkeys, cursing and severely flogging the man on the ground.
As if the person lying on the ground was Shui Sheng, who had just hit him.
Erniu was lying on the ground, his cotton clothes torn by the whip, the old cotton stuffing rolling out and being stained by the mud on the ground.
The cold air seeped in through the gaps, mixed with the pain from his wounds, causing Erniu to almost faint.
It was too painful.
He was in too much pain...
Still not satisfied, Zhuzi kicked him when he was about to faint, then spat bloody saliva on his face.
"Youβre just a low breed! Itβs your luck that I let you follow me, how dare you run away!"
The rest just silently stood behind, their faces filled with ridicule, watching the scene unfold.
They had played the role of follower behind Zhuzi for many years.
They initially followed him out of fear of his parents, when they were younger.
Even though there were two among them who were now taller than him, being bullied by him had become a habit and they had never thought of rebelling.
But they didnβt want to anymore.
Zhuzi could feel their change of attitude, but the only thing he could do was try to uphold his nonexistent "authority".
It was not the person who had run the fastest just now, nor the person who had started bullying him and ignoring his so-called orders, not even the person who was still half a head shorter than him till this day.
It was Erniu.
Erniu, a simple and good-hearted person who had no one to rely on.
Zhuzi vented his anger and resentment on this weakling, fantasizing in his mind that his action would intimidate his "followers".
The boys standing behind him just folded their arms and coldly watched everything.
They were no longer afraid of Zhuzi, nor the whip in his hand. Being in the majority, they could beat Zhuzi to a pulp.
But they werenβt familiar with Erniu and didnβt feel like lifting a finger.
Erniu cried out in pain, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
"Iβll kill you!"
Zhuziβs eyes began to fill with blood, his tone filled with unrestrained excitement.
In his made-up dream, he was the powerhouse, and the Erniu at his feet was no more than an ant.
Xiaoqi didnβt draw his sword, he simply picked up a stone and threw it at Zhuziβs eye.
This had nothing to do with Erniu, he just disliked the person Zhuzi was.
He wasnβt a good Samaritan or a chivalrous man who would draw his sword to help others whenever he saw injustice.
The pain in his eye almost made him faint, Zhuzi couldnβt stand anymore, he dropped the blood-stained whip, held his eye, and began to wail.
"My eyes! My eyes!"
Erniu only felt the sound of the whipping stop against his ear. When he struggled to open his eyes, he saw the cold figure of Xiaoqi approaching.
No one stopped it, everyone was indifferent to what was happening.
Xiaoqi showed no mercy, no matter how much Zhuzi pleaded, his actions were not swayed at all.
Zhuziβs blood stained his clothes. Seeing the man who was just creating trouble now breathing last, Xiaoqi just sneered in disgust.
He had been hiding for too long and there was nowhere to vent the evil in his heart.
He wasnβt the child of a good family, the scarce kindness he encountered was shattered by the life of refuge.
He once resented God, asking why he and Yueyue didnβt have such good parents and a mother.
Aside from Yueyue, Yuanbao was the only person he cared about.
The young boy arrived coldly, and left coldly.
As if nothing had happened, only a large wave splashed in the river at the end of the village.
