Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 446 - 431 Ye Binyi
Tian Sangsang took the bowl of white fungus soup, sniffing it, catching a sweet lily-like fragrance. It seemed there was more than just white fungus in it. While she ate, Kunling asked, "How have you been feeling lately?"
She thought for a moment and answered earnestly, "My body’s alright. Teeth are good, stomach’s fine, and everything I eat tastes great. Not only that, my appetite has improved quite a bit — but I’m still sleepy, sometimes nauseous, and crave sour, spicy, sweet, salty, and all kinds of flavors. My cravings change every few days. Kunling, do you think I’m a bit abnormal?"
Guan Kunling chuckled softly, "I’m not sure what you mean by abnormal, but you’re definitely not abnormal. Don’t worry — by next month, the nausea will pass. As for your appetite, being able to eat is a good thing. But since it’s still early, I can’t tell yet if it’s a boy or a girl."
Tian Sangsang’s eyes immediately lit up, "You can tell the gender?"
Kunling nodded.
"If you do figure it out, don’t spoil it for me, okay? Keep it a secret. I’ve already made a guess, and I want to see if I’m right when the baby’s born." As a mother, she was bored out of her mind and this was her only indulgent hobby left.
Guessing the baby’s gender was something she quite enjoyed.
Honestly, whether it’s a boy or girl didn’t matter — as long as it was hers, it was fine. But Zhao Chun, Meng Shuyan, and that person seemed to be wishing for another girl. Often, the more you hope for something, the less likely it is to come true.
She had a vague sense of foreboding — it might be a boy.
A boy would be fine too, better than a girl. If it were a girl, she’d constantly worry once she got married. Would she be bullied by her in-laws? Would the mother-in-law be difficult to deal with? Would her husband treat her well? What kind of person would the sister-in-law be?
After all, wanting people to treat you well usually requires you to put some heart into it. There’s no such thing as getting something for nothing.
Still, when it’s your own daughter, there’s no parent who doesn’t secretly hope she has a better life. It’s just one lifetime — who wouldn’t wish for ease and prosperity?
It couldn’t be like her, meeting someone like Jiang Jinghuai, that bastard.
It wasn’t about not loving him — it was about being incompatible.
Kunling listened to her and naturally wouldn’t tell her in advance.
"Kunling." After finishing the last bite of soup, Tian Sangsang wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue. Her big eyes locked onto Kunling. "You asked me just now how I’ve been feeling. There’s actually something else I didn’t mention. I feel like if I don’t do something soon, my laziness is going to get worse. Let me come to the shop every day to work!" Never mind that she was the actual boss — why did she have to use such a pleading tone with Kunling?
It was simply because Kunling wouldn’t let her do anything lately, taking care of everything herself. Only the paperwork, like the account books, would she show to Tian Sangsang for approval.
So Tian Sangsang spent her days at home, eating and sleeping, dressing up prettily, playing the role of a decorative vase.
She would occasionally indulge in hobbies, do some light fitness exercises.
While this was pleasant, it was also incredibly idle. For one, she felt guilty because Kunling was handling everything at the shop; for another, Zhao Chun was often busy filming and wasn’t always around.
The only time Zhao Chun never skipped was mealtime.
So Tian Sangsang found herself a new goal — teaching Meng Shuyan to read and write. But her son was too smart; he picked it up after just a few tries, leaving her idle yet again.
Her daily life consisted of playing at home and occasionally stopping by the shop to check things out... which, more often, turned into eating Kunling’s herbal dishes.
She had already started to question herself: Am I really still a person? Am I not just a pig? Why do I do nothing but eat? Is the sole value of pregnant women to eat!??
Am I really not useless? Otherwise, why does no one need me for anything?
"It’s not entirely impossible. You can come to the shop. But you can’t work at the shop — you can only watch me work." Guan Kunling pressed her lips into a serious line. "Your job is to rest well and deliver a healthy baby."
Tian Sangsang: "...!!!"
She wanted to pout and act cute with Kunling. Someone as straightforward as Kunling would surely surrender immediately if faced with her coquettishness. But before she could, she saw Aunt Zhang standing outside the door.
Aunt Zhang was holding a food container.
Tian Sangsang and Guan Kunling exchanged glances, both seeing the helplessness in each other’s eyes.
Ever since Jiang Jinghuai left, Aunt Zhang had been delivering meals to Yipin Fragrance Residence every day, claiming it was under Jiang Jinghuai’s orders.
Of course, Jiang Jinghuai had instructed Aunt Zhang not to tell Ye Binyi, only saying the meals were for his grandson.
That’s why it hadn’t been stopped so far.
Every time Aunt Zhang arrived with the food container, she left with it just as full. The weight of the container when she came was the same as when she left.
Though rejected every time, Aunt Zhang continued to persist in bringing food daily.
Whenever Ye Binyi saw the untouched container that Aunt Zhang brought back, she got furious. Tian Sangsang had clearly been tightly controlling her grandson, so much so that he wasn’t even allowed to eat the food their family provided.
"Young Madam, Kunling said you don’t like fish, so today I made pig’s trotters soup. There’s also other dishes — please have some, it’s good for your health."
A couple of days ago, Aunt Zhang had made carp soup.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like fish; she’d simply been making excuses to stop Aunt Zhang from cooking. Even though she carried resentment toward Jiang Jinghuai, Aunt Zhang was an honest person and Tian Sangsang wouldn’t dare vent her anger at her.
Tian Sangsang said, "Take it back, Aunt Zhang. Don’t come back tomorrow. I’ve already told you, I won’t eat it. When Jiang Jinghuai comes back, I’ll tell him personally to stop asking you to cook."
Once she said she wouldn’t eat it, she would absolutely stick to her word. The child was hers — she wouldn’t let him consume anything from Jiang Jinghuai’s family, nor let her child be tainted by their influence. Otherwise, accepting their food would make her weaker in facing them if they tried to take custody of the child in the future.
That way, she could proudly tell her child:
You haven’t eaten even a grain of rice from their family since two months in.
Aunt Zhang sighed, thinking the Young Madam was just too stubborn.
The moment hung in the air between the three, as Ye Binyi entered the room, her face full of rage. She wore an enlightened expression. "Aunt Zhang, didn’t you say the food was for Yanyan? Why are you giving it to her?" No wonder it was always so much, so lavish. She had suspected Yanyan couldn’t possibly eat so much, given how little kids could eat.
Aunt Zhang, caught red-handed, felt too embarrassed to make a sound.
Ye Binyi wasn’t expecting an answer anyway. Her son’s heart was clearly still hooked on this vixen. And he couldn’t even see that this vixen had more than enough resources to enjoy the finer things in life, while he was stuck in the army eating plain steamed buns every day. The stark contrast filled Ye Binyi with distress.
"Where’s Yanyan?" Not wanting to waste words, Ye Binyi cut straight to the chase.
Seeing Ye Binyi now, Tian Sangsang felt like she was merely looking at a bystander.
"Mom, since Jiang Jinghuai and I haven’t divorced yet, I’ll still call you Mom. I’ve made it clear before — Yanyan is my son. I’m not planning to divorce. The formality doesn’t matter to me, but the implications will have others gossiping about you publicly. You’re Yanyan’s grandmother; you’re welcome to visit him anytime — I won’t object. I’m living at Qingyao Alley No. 9 now and you can come by whenever. But if you want to take Yanyan away, that’s not happening. And Yanyan wouldn’t agree either."
