Rebirth in the 80's: The Daily Life of the Villain's Mom-Chapter 101: Turns Out I’m the Clown

"You’re still talking about a wife! Why hasn’t Pei Huai come back all these years? Don’t you have any idea?"

"I’m not Pei Huai. How could I possibly know?"

"If you had married Jiang Ran, would you have come back?"

"Now that you mention it, that might just be the case..."

As the footsteps faded, the discussion gradually drifted off into the distance.

Until he couldn’t hear them anymore, Pei Huai finally turned around with a blank expression.

These years, he hadn’t come back, but he hadn’t ignored his family either. Every month, he sent money home.

Pei Baoshan had already brushed his teeth. Turning his head, he saw Pei Huai still standing at the gate and frowned, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and put your things in the house."

Pei Huai agreed and lifted his foot towards Pei Yang’s room.

Before he reached the door, Pei Baoshan called out to him.

"What are you doing? You’ve been gone for years and even forgot where your own room is?"

Pei Huai, "..."

Of course, he hadn’t forgotten.

He intentionally walked in this direction.

On the way back, he had thought about squeezing in with Pei Yang after he returned.

But now, with Pei Baoshan watching, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

After a moment of silence, Pei Huai turned around and headed towards his and Jiang Ran’s room.

The door was slightly ajar, and he gently pushed it open.

The room was the same as when he had lived there.

The furniture was still the same, the desk still by the window... hold on, why was there a sewing machine next to the desk?

Although Pei Huai didn’t know how to use a sewing machine, it didn’t mean he hadn’t seen one before.

There were plenty of fabrics on the sewing machine, indicating someone was making clothes here.

But who was making the clothes?

Jiang Ran?

That was impossible.

Pei Huai frowned and walked toward the sewing machine, and as he stood still, his gaze was drawn to the books on the table.

The table was neatly arranged with many books, of various kinds.

There were books on Chinese medicine, important texts, pulse cases, cookbooks, cultural geography, fashion design...

Who had read these books?

The room was clearly the same, yet everything in it felt unfamiliar to Pei Huai.

There was a clean mirror on the table, and all the furniture was spotless. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Looking at the bed, there was a bamboo mat spread out, the pillow placed on neatly folded blankets, with a large palm fan next to it.

It was clear from these that the owner of this room loved cleanliness and orderliness.

But...

This was not the Jiang Ran Pei Huai remembered.

Pei Huai was still frowning at everything when Wang Cuilan started calling him from outside.

"Pei Huai, come out to eat."

The voice was stiff and addressed him by his full name.

Pei Huai knew Wang Cuilan was angry.

Angry that he had been gone for so many years.

Taking a deep breath, Pei Huai took off the backpack from his shoulder and then walked out.

On the table in the main room, breakfast was already laid out.

Stir-fried green peppers with eggs, spicy-sour shredded potatoes, freshly steamed white buns, and rich millet pumpkin porridge.

In front of Pei Jing, there was also a bowl of steamed eggs.

It was sprinkled with scallions and drizzled with sesame oil, looking very appetizing and smelling fragrant.

Seeing the spread of food, Pei Huai lightly furrowed his brow, "Dad, Mom, you don’t need to make so much delicious food just because I’m back."

He knew the family’s situation and having breakfast like this was a bit too extravagant.

Wang Cuilan snorted at his words, "As if. We’ve always eaten like this."

Pei Jing also nodded earnestly on the side, "We eat like this every day!"

Pei Huai: The joke’s on me.