My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 566 Bitten by a Worm (Additional - )

Chapter 566: 566 Bitten by a Worm (Additional Chapter)

But just—

Thinking of the few people she had seen earlier, Zhong Chang’s eyes flashed a hint of amusement, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She grabbed Qian Dilai and walked off.

"...Let’s go," Zhong Chang said.

Qian Dilai, seeing the smile on her face, asked, "Zhong Chang, what are you laughing at?"

Zhong Chang repressed her smile, "It’s nothing."

When she glanced at Qian Dilai’s skinny and shabby face, a hint of disdain flickered in her eyes.

Heh, with Qian Dilai looking like that, who would fancy her?

Even the riffraffs of Jianming Brigade would look down on her.

Qian Dilai wasn’t smart, but as someone who had been neglected since childhood, she was sensitive.

Feeling Zhong Chang’s contempt, she lowered her head, bit her lip, and her eyes welled up with threads of darkness.

Each absorbed in their thoughts, the two made their way toward Jianming Brigade.

Halfway through, the sky turned dark in an instant.

A sudden gust of wind blew fiercely.

The trees by the road were bent at their trunks.

"This damn weather, why has it started to blow all of a sudden? Qian Dilai, let’s hold on to each other and hurry," Zhong Chang said as she grabbed hold of Qian Dilai’s arm.

But when she saw the shiny black sleeve covered in patches, her face showed disgust.

So disgusting!

"Qian Dilai, you should wash your clothes, they’re so dirty even a rag would refuse them," she complained.

Qian Dilai’s face flushed.

She explained, "...I don’t have any other clothes to wear."

She had only this one set of long clothes and pants—what would she wear if she washed them?

Zhong Chang: "..."

Just then, accompanied by the wind, the rain began to fall.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

It only took a brief ten seconds for the rain to escalate from a drizzle to a downpour.

After just a few steps, Zhong Chang and Qian Dilai were soaked through.

Their hair, drenched, stuck to their faces, and their clothes clung tightly to their bodies—they were a complete mess in the rain.

Zhong Chang instinctively started to complain.

"It’s all your fault; I told you to come earlier, but you wouldn’t. What time do you call this? I feel like I’m followed by a jinx."

Qian Dilai, focused on hurrying along, didn’t reply.

The sound of the wind and the rain made it difficult to hear her voice.

In the countryside, the dirt roads became impassable when it rained.

They could barely make it on the upfront road, but the further they went, the harder it became.

Every step they took, they brought up a stream of mud.

The sight of the huge toads along the way terrified the two city girls, their faces pale as death.

"Ah!!" Zhong Chang screamed and then cried out in despair, "I’m going crazy, completely insane, what kind of godforsaken place is this, I want to go home."

Qian Dilai’s family was the poorest in the city, but at least she was a city dweller.

Therefore, she naturally detested these revolting creatures.

Instinctively, she kicked away the toad that had jumped close to their feet.

"Stop crying, the rain is too heavy, we have to hurry back to the youth spot," Qian Dilai yelled loudly.

Zhong Chang also knew that it wasn’t the time to be petulant, so she wiped her drenched face and, gritting her teeth, continued to move forward.

Looking at the dirt road hidden in the fog, barely visible, she was filled with regret and anger.

They should not have left the brigade on a whim.

The pampered youths had not yet toughened up through the arduous labor in the countryside.

The two young women in the wind and rain walked for twenty minutes, their bodies completely lacking in strength.

The water on the road grew deeper, and Zhong Chang and Qian Dilai waded through it.

"This won’t do, we’ll run out of strength soon," Qian Dilai, propping up Zhong Chang, said weakly.

She looked to the sides of the road and spotted, beneath the trees on the right, a piece of wood, perfect for a walking stick in thickness and length.

"Zhong Chang, over there’s a piece of wood we can use as a walking stick!"

No sooner had Qian Dilai spoken than Zhong Chang let go of her arm and clumsily ran toward the wood.

Hurriedly picking it up, she claimed it for herself.

"Let me have this wood; you’re stronger than me, you won’t have a problem even without it," Zhong Chang asserted with conviction.

Qian Dilai didn’t speak; instead, she froze in place.

She stared blankly at the pale yellow, patterned long worm behind Zhong Chang, involuntarily stepping back several steps, too scared to utter a single word.

"You, you, you..."

There was a long worm behind her.

Qian Dilai’s lips trembled frantically, yet she couldn’t form a complete sentence.

Zhong Chang only saw Qian Dilai’s lips moving, but under the noise of the wind and rain, she heard nothing.

As she moved with the support of her stick, the long worm struck her like lightning.

"Ah!!!" Zhong Chang felt a sudden pain in her calf.

Looking down, she saw the thick worm submerged in the water, disappearing in an instant.

The worm was poisonous, and not weakly so.

In a moment,

Zhong Chang’s vision went dark.

Her body felt cold, and her pale lips took on an indistinct shade of black.

Before she could say a word, she collapsed to the ground.

Bang...

A sizable splash was made.

"Zhong Chang..."

Qian Dilai was startled.

Seeing the worm had disappeared, she hurriedly ran over.

By then, Zhong Chang had already lost consciousness.

Within a mere half a minute, the black on her lips became visibly apparent.

Fear surged through Qian Dilai.

In her panic, she pinched Zhong Chang’s philtrum.

Her voice trembling, she said, "Zhong Chang, wake up, are you alright..."

After a long time pinching, it did no good.

Zhong Chang’s complexion grew paler and paler; had it not been for her still breathing, Qian Dilai might have thought she was dead.

"Zhong Zhicheng, Qian Zhicheng..."

Sounds of several people came faintly from a distance.

Hearing the voices, Qian Dilai’s eyes lit up.

She stood up and yelled towards the road, "We’re over here, help!"

The men from the Jianming brigade heard the shouts and made their way through the mud and water.

In no time, they appeared beside Qian Dilai.

They then noticed Zhong Chang lying in the mud and water.

The men from the brigade’s faces changed slightly as they quickly lifted her, "What happened to Zhong Zhicheng?"

Whether from cold or fear, Qian Dilai shuddered violently and said, "She was bitten by a long worm."

"What?" The villagers who had come to find them were shocked.

A relatively calm man hastily said, "We must rush her to the barefoot doctor right away!"

-

As a token of gratitude for Lin Tang and Lin Zhicheng’s lifesaving help, Kong Fangren brought many gifts when he visited their home.

Two big bags full of gifts, all of high value.

It very much fit his image as a boss.

Lin Lu saw the expensive gifts brought by Kong Fangren and repeatedly tried to decline.

"...These gifts are too valuable, Comrade Kong, please take them back. Tangtang and Zhicheng were only doing what they should..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when Kong Fangren interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Comrade Lin, don’t be polite. These things are not a big deal for me."

"Everyone who does a good deed deserves praise and gratitude. It’s the foundation of a healthy cycle. Otherwise, over time, people will become disheartened, and society will grow more and more numb. You wouldn’t want to see that, would you, Comrade Lin?"

Lin Lu was at a loss for words upon hearing this.

How could he respond to that?

The eloquence of a cultured person always put one at a disadvantage, tossing high hats one couldn’t easily refuse.

He muttered, "...I don’t know how to respond to that."

Kong Fangren didn’t expect Lin Lu to react this way and said, unable to help himself between a laugh and a cry:

"You don’t need to respond. Just know that these are what Comrade Lin Tang and the young Comrade Lin Zhicheng deserve."

One couldn’t act as if nothing had happened after such a great act of saving a life; that was something he could never do.