C2 My Superpower Is Still There

About a month ago, Lim Fuqing went to Hong Kong to stock up on trendy items to sell, hoping to save money for Shen Shuling's unborn baby. Everyone who went with him returned, except for Lim Fuqing. When people asked around, they found out he was caught in a mudslide while passing through a village and buried in the mountains.

The news hit Lim Shan hard, and he was bedridden from the shock. Shen Shuling was so heartbroken that she passed away. Lim Shaohua saw this as an opportunity to get his hands on the family secret recipe, not to sell tofu himself but to sell it to someone else. Wasn't this like selling off the Lim family's centuries-old legacy? Hearing this, Lim Shan was even more devastated, as if he could pass away at any moment.

“That old man is dying, and the secret recipe will just go to the grave with him. If I get it, I can make some money. What do you know about it, woman?”

Is this even a person? If he were her descendant, wouldn't he deserve a good thrashing?

Shen Shuling frowned, picked up a porcelain cup from the table, and threw it at Lim Shaohua's forehead.

“You dare hit me?” Lim Shaohua touched the trickle of blood on his forehead, eyes wide with disbelief.

“So what if I hit you? Do I need to give you a heads-up first?”

She stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and struck it into the chopping block in the yard.

The blade flew into the wooden block, leaving only the handle visible.

Lim Shaohua's eyes narrowed, feeling a chill run down his leg. How did this woman change so much after fainting? She's tougher than the butcher's wife, with arms so slender yet incredibly strong.

"Give up already. Even if I threw away or burned the secret recipe, I wouldn't let a lackey like you have it."

"If you keep pestering me, you'll see if I won't cut you."

With one hand, Shen Shuling pulled out the knife and issued her threat, her eyes scanning the scene. Lim Shaohua's face was frozen in terror, and he bolted out of the yard, afraid the blade would find his neck if he hesitated.

What a coward.

Shuling sheathed the knife and gently patted her belly. "Don't worry, don't worry, Mommy's just dealing with the bad guys."

Her belly moved slightly, and her heart melted.

"Auntie, Grandpa's calling you inside." Lim Shaohua had left, and a small head peeked through a crack in the door of the next room. It was her five-year-old nephew, Lim Tianyang. Orphaned at a young age and often sickly, he was thin and frail, looking like a little bobblehead.

Shuling's heart overflowed with affection, and she walked over to pat her nephew's head.

"Don't worry, everything's fine now."

In just a month, Lim Shan had become a shadow of his former self, reduced to skin and bones. Lim Fuqing had taken most of the family's money, and now, who knows where he was. Lim Shan pulled out an old, worn-out blue book from under his pillow, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Take this book and sell it. Bury me on the hill out back, and use the money to take care of Tianyang."

Shen Shuling took the book and gently placed it back under the old man's pillow.

"Dad, just focus on getting better. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the clinic. Don't worry about the money; I'll figure something out."

"Fuqing might be okay. If he comes back and finds you're gone, wouldn't he be heartbroken?"

Lim Shan seemed to catch the last part, and a glimmer of hope returned to his eyes.

"Are you serious? My son isn't dead?"

Shuling paused, then nodded. "He's not dead. He'll be back soon."

"You just rest. I'll go make some porridge."

"Alright, alright..." Lim Shan mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

With her nephew in tow, Shuling headed to the kitchen. She rummaged around and found only a half-rotten mushroom by the wall. Placing her hand on the ground next to it, she watched as mushrooms began to sprout from the earth, growing large and opening their caps one after another.

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