Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 433 - 418

Originally just a casual statement, Ye Binyi deliberately added, "Jinghuai is right. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Sangsang. Our family rarely eats leftovers. The leftovers today are an exception, just happened to coincide with your visit. Throwing out a meal is nothing, it’s neither a pity nor a waste."

The tone was leisurely yet condescending. Grandma Tian and Second Aunt Tian suddenly realized—why throw out the food? Was it because they’d eaten it? Ah, so that’s the meaning behind it, huh? They just arrived today, and suddenly there are leftovers? Are they implying they lost their appetite eating with them? Their leftovers—better to throw them out than keep them around to spoil their mood, is that it?

Grandma Tian and Second Aunt Tian weren’t particularly angry about it—what annoyed them was the food being wasted. Having been frugal all their lives, they genuinely saw it as wasteful! As if the money being thrown away was their own!

"Sangsang, he finally came home today. You should seize the opportunity. They say young couples argue at the head of the bed and reconcile at the foot of the bed. He’s a man and cares about saving face. You should take the initiative and soften up; don’t be so stubborn. Wouldn’t it be better to live harmoniously together?" Back in the room, Grandma Tian held Tian Sangsang’s hand and advised.

Soften up? Tian Sangsang didn’t think she was at fault and had no intention of backing down.

She smiled and changed the subject, "Grandma, are you all getting used to staying here?"

Grandma Tian shook her head, "A family that doesn’t get along—no matter how nice the place is, I still wouldn’t feel comfortable. I worry about you, suffering here for so long. That’s why I’m telling you to soften your stance and reconcile with Jinghuai; it’d be good to have someone to rely on." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Inwardly, Tian Sangsang muttered to herself, relying on a man? Better to rely on herself. Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to live on her own?

Thinking about what just happened, Second Aunt Tian let out a sigh: "No wonder our ancestors always said that marriages should be between social equals. Social equals, social equals. When the families don’t match, there really is no end to the issues. Their family doesn’t eat leftovers, but in our family, leftovers would be reheated several times, lasting for days."

"Say less," Grandma Tian scolded, "She’s already married, has given birth to their child, and now even has another one of theirs in her belly—she’s part of their family now. What’s the point of going on about mismatched families? Are you hoping for Sangsang to get divorced? Divorced women have it hard, you know. Who’d want her anymore? The gossip and judgment from people alone would be unbearable."

Tian Sangsang seized the moment to counter, "Grandma, that might not be the case. You’re talking about the average woman but forgetting that there are exceptions. If I get divorced, I’m sure I won’t have a hard time. I have my own money—I won’t let myself or the kids go hungry."

Seeing where she was coming from, Grandma Tian let out a laugh of frustration, "Stop being so willful, Sangsang! Divorce is a serious matter, and you keep talking like it’s nothing! Now let me ask you—do you still want a husband or not?"

"Grandma, it’s not like a husband is essential to living. Some men are total mama’s boys, listening to their mothers on everything, which ends up making their wives suffer. Some men make less money than I do—why should I marry into a family just to lose out? Even without a man, I can live perfectly well."

"And what about Yanyan? And the little one growing in your belly?"

Tian Sangsang fell silent, unable to respond.

**

Jiang Jinghuai wasn’t just home today; he’d still be here tomorrow.

After a week apart, they were back to sleeping in the same bed. It felt like a dream—a lifetime ago.

Tian Sangsang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, yet she dared not move too much for fear of disturbing Jiang Jinghuai. Without the familiarity of their past, she couldn’t act as freely as before. After all, he was no longer the man who indulged her and allowed her to act recklessly. He would now glare coldly at her for throwing up, or suspect her over his mother’s car accident.

So she lay there stiffly, the blanket pulled up to just below her chin, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her grandmother’s words earlier in the day had forced her to reconsider.

She had thought about divorce—this marriage felt meaningless, just exhausting.

But wait! She suddenly realized a problem: military marriages weren’t easy to dissolve!

Didn’t that make her mother-in-law’s actions count as sabotaging a military marriage? And as long as Jiang Jinghuai refused to sign the divorce papers, the law would be on his side.

Lost in thought, she came up with no clear answers, her mind clouded. In the middle of the night, she felt a wave of nausea. Hurriedly, she threw off the blanket, quietly opened the door, and ran to the bathroom, where she retched violently.

The stench of vomit was foul and putrid. After flushing, washing her hands, and rinsing her mouth, she went downstairs to boil some water, taking small sips to calm herself. Drinking water didn’t help much; her stomach still felt unsettled.

It’d be two months soon; the nausea should stop by then. Although she felt miserable, she wasn’t irritated. As a mother, she reminded herself this discomfort was nothing—something she had to endure.

She remembered the pickled bayberries she’d made last time. She took one out, popped it into her mouth, and, after finishing it, spat out the seed. The sweet and sour flavor lingered, filling her mouth.

Returning to the bedroom, she found that Jiang Jinghuai was already awake, sitting up in bed. His silhouette was visible in the moonlight.

"Are you okay?" His voice, low and gentle, carried the softness of someone who had just woken.

At that moment, for some reason, Jiang Jinghuai recalled when she had asked, "Do you know why I’m throwing up?" Maybe she really wasn’t feeling well back then, and he had overlooked it, even blaming her for his mother’s car accident.

Tian Sangsang glanced at him indifferently, pursed her lips, and stayed silent. She lifted the blanket and sat down.

Just as she was about to lie down, his voice came again, "Why did you get up to throw up in the middle of the night? You were throwing up while eating the other day, too. Is something wrong? Should we go to the hospital..."

Before he could finish, Tian Sangsang cut him off impatiently, "Maybe I ate something bad." It was true that she hadn’t been careful with what she ate recently. For the past few days, it had just been dry heaves in the morning—tonight had been the first time she woke up to vomit. Actual vomiting wasn’t any better than dry heaving; one was a swift agony, the other a drawn-out torment.

She spoke carelessly, but he took it to heart.

The atmosphere froze suddenly. Tian Sangsang didn’t lie down, and she could see Jiang Jinghuai’s gaze turn dark. "Sangsang, do you really dislike the food at my house so much? Is that why you throw up every time you eat it?"

"You feel wronged? Jiang Jinghuai, what about you? How did you and your family treat my grandmother and Second Aunt? The moment they arrived, your family decided not to eat with them. If that’s not disdain, what is it?"

Jiang Jinghuai let out a cold laugh, his deep eyes filled with bitterness. "I remember your parents passed away a long time ago, and your relationship with your natal family has always been terrible. So why are you defending them now?"

Mockingly, he added, "You’d rather get along with them than even try to get along with my mom. Isn’t that right?"

Hearing such an accusation stirred up memories of recent heartbreak, causing a sharp ache in her chest. In a fit of rage, Tian Sangsang raised her hand, aiming to slap him. This bastard—how dare he say that!

But her hand was caught in mid-air. He pinned her wrist to the bed, his entire body pressing down on hers.

The heat radiating from him shocked her. Tian Sangsang struggled, kicking and pushing, a terrible sense of foreboding rushing over her. "What are you doing? Get off me!"