Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 429 - 414 Mother-in-law comes over asking for her grandson

Zhao Chun took Tian Sangsang to meet the landlord, who gave them a tour of the property.

It had to be said, this was a fourfold courtyard house even larger than Zhao Chun’s threefold courtyard. Estimating in her mind, it was at least nine hundred square meters. As they entered the first courtyard, it was remarkably spacious, filled with greenery—flowering crabapple trees, a pot of oleanders, and various other flowers and plants. It was serene and utterly inviting.

The layout aligned perfectly with feng shui planting principles: plant peach and willow in the east, elm in the west; plum and jujube in the south, apricot and pear in the north. Elm trees shade the rear eaves, while peach and plum trees fill the front yard. A household is blessed by an elm tree in its backyard, warding off evil spirits.

On all four sides, each dwelling fronted narrow corridors, providing convenience during the rain. Passing through another gate revealed a second courtyard. As before, jujube trees were planted to the left and right of the main gate, with each courtyard containing nine spacious rooms. Standing in the middle of the yard, one could look up to a bright, blue sky.

From just one glance, Tian Sangsang fell in love with it.

The landlord, who was on good terms with Zhao Chun as neighbors, then explained to Tian Sangsang, "This courtyard house has been passed down from the Qing Dynasty. Generations of my family have lived here. Even during times of war, it wasn’t severely damaged. It has withstood the trials of time. If it weren’t for business requiring me to move, I’d never part with it."

"Uncle Wen, my friend really wants to buy this house, rest assured," Zhao Chun chimed in. "But she’s a single woman—you can go easy on the price, can’t you?"

Tian Sangsang could tell how much the landlord cherished the courtyard. Smiling, she nodded: "Living here for such a long time, it’s only natural to be reluctant to part with it. I understand. This isn’t just a house; it’s an attachment, an inheritance, a hope—a reflection of legacy, history, and culture. More than that, it represents family. To be honest, this courtyard reminds me of my childhood home—simple and unpretentious. A tiny yard filled with everything. Come harvest time, peanuts and dried sweet potatoes would be spread in the courtyard. On sunny days, quilts would be laid out to dry... This place gives me a sense of belonging—it’s the very essence of home."

Indeed, this place offered freedom. It was far better than living with the Jiang Family, where the stifling atmosphere made it hard to breathe. Tian Sangsang imagined her family living here. Raising a child to adulthood, watching them marry and have children, then witnessing her grandchildren’s families grow—perhaps even achieving four generations under one roof.

The landlord nodded with satisfaction. It was best if someone treated the house as a home; what he dreaded most was seeing it neglected. "If you’re truly interested, I’ll sell it to you for 4500."

The price was exceptionally reasonable. Zhao Chun’s threefold courtyard was already worth over 3500, and this one included an additional courtyard.

Tian Sangsang had come today merely to take a look and assess the market. She hadn’t even thought to ask about the price. She glanced at Zhao Chun.

Zhao Chun nodded—this was the deal of a lifetime, got it?

Tian Sangsang pondered briefly: a house worth 4500 today would be worth at least 50 million in the future, potentially even priceless—its value would increase over ten thousand times. She had to buy it, no question! Despite her certainty, she couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling of being overly lucky, as if she were getting away with something.

What followed was payment and paperwork. Since both parties had time, they spent the day finalizing the transfer. Soon, the deed was in Tian Sangsang’s hands. The courtyard house was officially hers.

The landlord’s family had mostly moved out and promised to remove the remaining belongings by the end of the day. Inspecting the house again, Tian Sangsang found it clean but still in need of new furnishings—beds, furniture, and the like. Fortunately, her personal space held such items. She’d wait for a day when Zhao Chun wasn’t around to discreetly bring them out.

**

The refurbishment of the new house would take some time, so for now, Tian Sangsang and Meng Shuyan continued living at the shop. Relations between Meng Shuyan and Grandma Tian, as well as Tian’s second aunt, had greatly improved. Everyone lived in harmony.

Where there is happiness, there is also discontent.

Ye Binyi, who had just been discharged from the hospital that day, returned home intending to ask Aunt Zhang to prepare a good meal. It was Sunday, and her son was due back. However, as she reached her front gate, she found it locked.

An uneasy feeling rose in Ye Binyi’s chest. She turned to Jiang Father and asked, "Yanyan isn’t home? Wasn’t he supposed to be staying away from the cultural palace lately?"

Jiang Father replied, "Perhaps Sangsang took him to the shop to play."

"Unacceptable!" Ye Binyi’s anger surged, her face darkly cold. "Doesn’t she know Jinghuai is coming back today? How could she take Yanyan to the shop?! Aunt Zhang, go fetch them back! I don’t care if she stays, but Yanyan must come home. He’s a Jiang Family child; he should be here, not staying with her at that shop! A place full of gaudy temptations is no place for a child!"

At this moment, an even greater sense of urgency gripped Ye Binyi. Was that fox trying to manipulate Yanyan? She couldn’t allow her precious grandson to stay with Sangsang any longer—it would only lead him astray!

Aunt Zhang hesitated to speak, while Jiang Father kept silent, lowering his head.

Ye Binyi furrowed her brows in displeasure. "What’s going on? Are you keeping something from me?"

To prevent Ye Binyi from acting impulsively and worsening the situation, Jiang Father decided to come clean immediately.

Carefully, he glanced at Ye Binyi. "Binyi, you’ve just gotten out of the hospital. You must not get overly upset. Promise me you’ll stay calm, and I’ll tell you."

Ye Binyi suppressed her anger and nodded.

"Yanyan has been staying with Sangsang lately. If we want him back, it depends on whether she agrees," Jiang Father said carefully.

"Aunt Zhang, when you go there, be polite. Make sure to bring Sangsang and Yanyan back. Or perhaps you shouldn’t go—" Jiang Father hesitated, then suggested, "Jinghuai is almost home. It’s his wife and child; let him persuade them himself. If he can’t keep his wife and son in line, what good is his hard work in the military?"

"Yes, let him handle it." Jiang Father felt the situation was spiraling out of control, and chaos in the household seemed inevitable. He feared Sangsang was truly intent on a standoff and wouldn’t easily let Yanyan go.

"You’re saying Yanyan has been staying with Tian Sangsang? Even overnight? They haven’t returned for a week?" Ye Binyi pressed, catching the crucial detail.

Aunt Zhang nodded. "Young Madam and Yanyan haven’t been home for a week."

Ye Binyi burst into mocking laughter. "How sly of her—how could I have overlooked it? She’s playing hard to get! Jinghuai came back twice, and both times, she deliberately distanced herself. Now that Jinghuai is coming home again, she decides to run away? Outsiders will think I’ve mistreated her!"

"Yanyan belongs to our family. I won’t allow her to keep him by her side!"

"Binyi, where are you going?" Jiang Father lightly grabbed her arm.

"To get my grandson back!"

"Tian Sangsang!" Ye Binyi stormed into Yipinxiang Restaurant, her face flushed with fury and sickness.

"Mom," Tian Sangsang greeted, glancing at her briefly. She turned to the customer before her and apologized, "I’m sorry, there’s a family matter I need to attend to."

The customer, sensing the tense atmosphere, wisely decided to leave, promising to return tomorrow. But they couldn’t help sneaking a few backward glances.

Ye Binyi, consumed by anger and focused solely on her grandson, no longer cared about the presence of outsiders.

"What’s the meaning of this? Has our family treated you badly? Since you married into this family, you should know you belong to us. Did you even ask me, your mother-in-law, whether it was appropriate to bring Yanyan here?"

Ye Binyi, having shed all pretense, now confronted Sangsang openly, her tone laced with contempt. Though her demeanor appeared poised and frail, her words were cutting, cold, and cruel, leaving an icy chill in the air.