Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 421 - 406 I’m outta here!

"At this point, are you still going to be unreasonable? You still think you did nothing wrong?"

"What did I do wrong?" Tian Sangsang asked coldly, her eyes slightly red.

Jiang Jinghuai hadn’t expected he could push her to the brink of tears.

Ultimately soft-hearted, he sighed and sat on the bed, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. In a low voice, he said, "Can you please stop this? Just do it for me—go and apologize to her. Her health is in bad shape; she already has a heart condition, and now she’s suffered a major blow. I’m leaving for the base tomorrow, and before I go, I hope you both can be well."

Tian Sangsang brushed his hand away and stared coldly at him. "Was I the one who hit her with a car? What does her situation have to do with me? I didn’t hit her with a car, nor did I force her to run off. She chose to do that herself, and now she’s trying to pin it all on me? Let me tell you—I won’t carry this burden!"

"Why did she run off?" Jiang Jinghuai’s deep-set eyes grew darker, his teeth clenched. "Because you threw up."

"And did you ever consider why I threw up? Was it for no reason?"

Her pointed question made him freeze for a moment.

"But that doesn’t matter anymore." Tian Sangsang shook her head with a hint of self-mockery, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and stood in front of him. "From the very start, your mother never accepted me. Let me tell you directly—I don’t like her, just as she doesn’t like me. Asking me to apologize to her? That’s impossible in this lifetime! I’m done with her!"

"Before we moved to Beijing, you never even mentioned that your mother wouldn’t like someone like me. If you’d told me, why would I humiliate myself by approaching her? I wouldn’t have gone to Beijing with you at all!"

But deep down, that wasn’t entirely true. Back then, she had come with the intention of being a good daughter-in-law. She had thought that for him, she could set aside her pride and make compromises... but the reality didn’t turn out as she’d hoped. Compromises hadn’t resulted in respect.

Especially her husband—his concerns were clearly more centered on his mother’s health than on hers.

Jiang Jinghuai fell silent, his eyes darkening. After a moment, he asked, "Do you think marrying me has made you suffer?"

"Absolutely," Tian Sangsang replied mercilessly, meeting his gaze. "The thing I regret most in my life is marrying you. If it weren’t for Yanyan, I would never have married you."

"I should have realized long ago, I never had a place in your heart. Regretting our marriage—you want to marry Zhao Chun, don’t you?" His hands balled into fists, his extreme anger and pain washing away his reason. He looked her up and down. "But have you even looked at yourself? Hm... like you said, you’re nothing more than second-hand goods. As second-hand goods, would he even want you?"

"How can you say that?" Her body trembled, pointing at him in disbelief. "Get out, Jiang Jinghuai! Bastard, shameless... I don’t want to see you for even a second longer."

"This is my home. Where should I go?"

"Fine, then I’ll leave." She walked over, swiftly changing out of her nightgown, then stormed out the door. Running down the stairs, she could no longer hold back the tears flowing down her cheeks. This is what men are? There’s not a decent one in the world. Use them when they’re useful, toss them aside when they’re worn out. They all talk about the seven-year itch; her marriage hadn’t even reached seven years, and she’d already been labeled second-hand goods—with two burdens in tow.

Turns out what they say is true: friends grow distant, men’s hearts stray, but only money—money will never betray you as long as you respect it. Money, unlike men, will stay loyal forever!

Money is far more reliable!

**

Tian Sangsang hugged herself, lost and broken as she crouched down in the corner by the street, silently crying.

Reaching this point with Jiang Jinghuai, was she entirely blameless? She knew she bore some of the responsibility.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her abdomen.

Alarmed, she stood up, gently placing her hand over the area.

Only when she thought about her children did her heart feel warm. She had already decided she would never return to the Jiang family. She could no longer endure the oppressive environment there. As for Jiang Jinghuai, with the child already born, he was now dispensable to her; her feelings for him were dead.

Whether or not they divorced, she would keep custody of the child. She also had to figure out a way to win Meng Shuyan over. He was, after all, her own; while she hadn’t given birth to him personally, her memories of him were as vivid as ever. How could she allow herself to give him up so easily? But Meng Shuyan was old enough to understand now—if she recklessly began a custody battle, it might affect his mental well-being. She couldn’t act too overtly. In truth, many people’s personalities are shaped by their surrounding environments, including family dynamics and societal atmosphere. Especially family environments, which play a substantial role. A single habit from parents or relatives could greatly influence a child. As parents, they had a responsibility not to carelessly display inappropriate behavior in front of their kids.

Thinking along these lines made her feel all the more apologetic toward Meng Shuyan. Reflecting on her marriage to Jiang Jinghuai, a cycle of breaking up and reconciling with no end in sight, she realized it was time to make a clean cut—a quick and decisive end.

Tian Sangsang wiped her tears, took out a mirror, and checked her appearance, fixing herself up.

If her red eyes were spotted by Grandma Tian or Aunt Tian, it would be a disaster. Yesterday, the pair had insisted on going to the Jiang family to demand answers, their voices loud and determined, only barely stopped by her pleading. Ye Binyi was still sick, and she wouldn’t stoop to causing a scene while someone was ill. For someone with a weak heart, getting worked up could be devastating—and if that happened, even if she hadn’t been at fault, she’d still end up taking the blame.

In the past, it was figurative blame; if it happened now, it would be real blame. Could they even compare?

Grandma Tian was convalescing, though she often claimed she didn’t need rest. Always unable to sit still, she would constantly find things to do. Aunt Tian, even more restless, would feel suffocated if she had nothing to occupy herself with. So when Tian Sangsang was working on her business, she let Aunt Tian run the downstairs shop.

Aunt Tian watched the women coming and going—whether young or closer to her age, they were all dressed fashionably. Compared to them, she couldn’t even lift her head, although her curiosity remained unshaken as she kept secretly observing.

Watching them stirred something within her. She had lived her entire life in that small village, exposed only to what was within her reach, with no transitional phase to cushion her abrupt exposure to city life. Seeing her niece Tian Sangsang introducing products with confidence, smiling effortlessly, her beauty refined and cultured, and the others gracious and poised, she felt like this was a world she had never been part of.

By afternoon, looking at the time, it was close to five o’clock.

Tian Sangsang picked up her bag, gave a few instructions, and rushed out.

She stopped slowly in front of the cultural palace where her son was. Her heart sank as her eyes landed on the scene ahead.

Uncle Wang, the driver, stood by the car while Jiang Jinghuai held Meng Shuyan’s hand.

Spotting her, Jiang Jinghuai’s deep gaze flickered with a dark glint.

"Yanyan, go with Uncle Wang first. I’ll have a talk with your mom." He ruffled the boy’s hair, speaking with unwavering resolve.