Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 426 - 411 great job
In the hospital room, Hua Jun was keeping Ye Binyi company, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
When Meng Shuyan arrived, Ye Binyi’s face lit up, "Yanyan, you’re finally here!"
Meng Shuyan walked up to Ye Binyi and inwardly disliked Hua Jun.
Jiang’s father looked at Hua Jun, "Ah Jun, you’ve gone to such trouble to come by every day, especially since you have work."
Hua Jun smiled warmly, "It’s no trouble at all, Uncle. I’m not that busy, so I can come after work hours."
Upon hearing this, Ye Binyi felt even more that Hua Jun was considerate. As for Tian Sangsang, who caused her car accident, that woman hadn’t even visited once. Clearly, she wishes for her to die! Fine then—she’ll live on just to stop her from harming her son! Don’t even think about being together with her son as long as she’s alive. And Meng Shuyan? He also can’t stay attached to such a scheming mother!
Jiang’s father placed a bag on the small table nearby, "These dumplings are from Yanyan for you."
"Yanyan is so sweet; Grandma is thrilled!"
"Grandpa, you got it wrong. It’s from me and my mom for Grandma," Meng Shuyan emphasized in his childlike voice.
Ye Binyi’s expression faltered slightly, and she forced a smile, "Your mom?"
"I wrapped them, and Mom cooked them," Meng Shuyan said honestly, tilting his little head expectantly. "Grandma, you have to eat them all! I worked hard wrapping them, even if they’re a bit ugly."
This made things complicated. The dumplings were wrapped by Yanyan and cooked by Tian Sangsang—so who do they really belong to?
Ye Binyi opened the food box, took out the bowl of dumplings, and saw their uneven shapes—a clear sign they were made by a child. Her face softened with emotion.
Hua Jun seized the moment, "Aunt, eat them while they’re hot. Yanyan is so little, yet he thought of making dumplings just for you."
Ye Binyi grasped Meng Shuyan’s hand, her eyes filled with tears. "Promise me you won’t wrap dumplings again. Grandma feels so heartbroken."
"Grandma will definitely eat them all!" They were, after all, wrapped by her grandson—eating them meant eating something made personally for her by him. She thought to herself, at worst, she just wouldn’t drink the soup.
**
Over the past few days, during the daytime, Meng Shuyan was taken to visit Ye Binyi, while Tian Sangsang waited outside and never entered. At night, Tian Sangsang had Meng Shuyan stay with her at the shop instead of returning home.
Both Aunt Zhang and Jiang’s father noticed this change, but neither spoke up since Ye Binyi hadn’t been discharged from the hospital yet. They tacitly avoided mentioning it, as bringing it up could give Ye Binyi a heart attack!
As for whether Ye Binyi would find out after being discharged—well, they’d drag it out as long as they could.
Meng Shuyan, naturally, preferred sleeping next to his mom and felt as if he were floating on air~
However, Aunt Tian became worried and pulled Tian Sangsang aside, "You and Yanyan sleep together? Why don’t you sleep separately? Kids can be rowdy. What if he bumps into you or hurts you?"
Tian Sangsang, of course, understood she was concerned about her pregnancy. "Aunt, you’re overthinking it. Yanyan sleeps quite peacefully. Besides, he’s just a little kid, and I’m an adult—how could he possibly hurt me? My belly hasn’t even started to show yet. If we’re to sleep separately, it’ll be when my belly grows bigger."
Aunt Tian gave a scolding look, "The first three months are the most dangerous. You really need to be careful."
Tian Sangsang nodded repeatedly, then suddenly touched her chin and said, "Living here all the time isn’t convenient. I need to find a more spacious place to stay. Right now, half of the upstairs is being used as storage, and the small kitchen is getting quite cramped."
Aunt Tian, being old-fashioned, protested, "How can that be? You and your mother-in-law don’t get along—at most, let your husband move out with you two so you can live on your own. Don’t let the neighbors catch wind of this and talk about you. You know, they wouldn’t criticize your mother-in-law—they’d pin everything on you."
Tian Sangsang hadn’t told Grandma Tian or Aunt Tian about the rift between her and Jiang Jinghuai being rooted in mistrust. Because of this, they subconsciously believed Jiang Jinghuai was just a bit of an ass, but only due to his mother’s influence, and that he was still good to his wife.
In this era, it was common for families to live together. It wasn’t like decades later, when that practice practically vanished. Besides, Jiang Jinghuai was his parents’ only son—the idea of him living on his own wasn’t even feasible.
"It’s fine, Aunt. I have some spare money now. Buying a house to hold onto will increase its value in the future. It can even serve as a vacation home." Property prices in Beijing would be exorbitant in the future, especially courtyard houses, which could be bought now for just a few thousand yuan and sold for tens of millions later. Only fools wouldn’t buy!
Though Aunt Tian knew Tian Sangsang had become wealthier, she didn’t realize just how wealthy—seeing her talk about buying a house without blinking an eye startled her. However, having helped Tian Sangsang sell products the past few days, witnessing the profits firsthand, she wasn’t surprised anymore. Expensive items like those essential oils could fetch hundreds of yuan for a single bottle.
In the past, Tian Sangsang had been content earning some pocket change. But now, with a child on the way, she had broader ambitions. She couldn’t rely on the Jiang Family, and acting in movies was no longer possible. Writing novels could generate income—royalties could provide a constant stream of revenue if done right—but her current funds weren’t primarily drawn from writing. That was more of a contribution to cultural endeavors, something she considered a long-term pursuit. For now, her primary income came from her store, "Yipin Xiangju." Within just one or two months, the business had already turned over a profit of more than 30,000 yuan. When combined with her earnings from the East Sea and other orders, she’d long since become a ten-thousand-yuan household.
Still, where there was a market of legitimate products, piracy would inevitably exist. Continuing to rely on wholesale wasn’t the solution long-term. If possible, franchising could become a viable option in the future.
**
Tian Sangsang was jolted awake by a wave of nausea and clutched her mouth, shifting her body.
Meng Shuyan was sprawled out asleep, one little foot resting on her leg, one hand draped over her stomach, and the rest of his body sprawled across the bed in a starfish shape.
Tian Sangsang silently took back her words from yesterday. So much for "peaceful sleep," eh?
Carefully adjusting her son’s position, she sat up and dry-heaved a few times, unable to vomit anything out.
"Mom, what’s wrong?" Meng Shuyan woke, rubbing his eyes as he stared at her blankly.
"Just feeling like throwing up, but it’s nothing now." No, it was something she’d grown accustomed to.
She asked, "Do you remember what we’re doing today?"
Meng Shuyan answered loudly, "Buying a house!"
"Yes, so let’s get up now."
Meng Shuyan solemnly nodded, "Okay, mua."
Tian Sangsang squinted at him, "Wrong word—it’s ’mom.’"
"Mom~" Meng Shuyan mimicked before adding, "And dad."
"Awesome!" Tian Sangsang rewarded him with a blown kiss. He was too cute when pronouncing things—sounding like an American accent with wavy intonation, as if his words curled just like his hair~
She dressed Meng Shuyan in a sky-blue T-shirt and shorts, paired with some sandals. Tian Sangsang herself wore a lake-blue dress.
"Aunt, I’ll trouble you to look after the shop for me," Tian Sangsang said with a smile. Over the past few days, she’d noticed Aunt Tian had adapted well to the new environment. For instance, the last time, when she was overwhelmed with work and someone came in to buy products, Aunt Tian had promoted an item and heaped praise in her rural style, thoroughly amusing the customer. Compliments like, "You’re fairer and more tender than a peeled egg," "More vibrant than jade-green bok choy," and "Straight and graceful like a young green stalk of onion" left Tian Sangsang cringing in embarrassment.
