Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 448 - 433 Meet Jiang Jinghuai Again

With light steps and a faint smile at the corner of her lips, Tian Sangsang leisurely quickened her pace towards home. Whatever Zhao Chun had done today, she was certainly looking forward to it~

She was hungry now, so hungry, incredibly hungry!

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, the smile on her face vanished instantly.

Not far ahead stood a man. He was dressed in a light-colored shirt and black trousers, one hand in his pocket, his posture upright, his profile familiar, though somewhat pale.

Tian Sangsang pursed her rosy lips, lowered her head to take a deep breath, and calmly walked forward.

"Sangsang." Jiang Jinghuai looked her way.

Only then did she notice two of the upper buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his attractive Adam’s apple. His hair was slightly disheveled, his face haggard, and stubble shadowed his chin.

Hmph. A few days without seeing him, and he managed to turn himself into this ghost-like state.

Tian Sangsang resisted her compulsive tendencies and treated him like he didn’t exist.

His deep-set eyes dimmed slightly as Jiang Jinghuai reached out to grab her.

Tian Sangsang wasn’t one to be trifled with—within moments, she had opened the door, intending to slam it shut.

She shut the door heavily with a loud bang, but it didn’t close—it seemed something was blocking it.

Lowering her gaze, she saw Jiang Jinghuai’s hand caught in the doorframe. His palm was hidden, but a distinct red mark had appeared on the back of his hand. It was alarming to look at.

She raised her head, her eyes widening: "Why didn’t you move away!"

"It’s fine—I don’t feel anything," he said blandly, withdrawing his hand and flexing his fingers open and closed.

Then, he fixed his gaze firmly on her, pursed his lips, and said, "If this makes you feel better, I’m willing to let you slam the door on me a few more times." Ideally, she’d slap him, scold him, hit him—anything to unleash the pain he owed her.

"Do you think my happiness depends on your suffering? Do you think I enjoy demeaning others to satisfy some twisted kind of happiness? Or do you think you’re some kind of indestructible Transformer, invincible to all blows?"

She let out a sardonic laugh: "Fine—if you ever truly become indestructible, I might actually find some joy in that!"

"I’m sorry," Jiang Jinghuai said softly. "That’s not what I meant."

Tian Sangsang, irritated, didn’t want to engage: "What do you want? If there’s nothing, I’m closing the door."

His tone carried a hint of pleading: "Come home, alright?"

Tian Sangsang scoffed, gripping the door hard to close it.

What a waste of her dinner time, standing here exchanging nonsense with him!

He was quick to react, lightly clasping her wrist, his deep black eyes staring unflinchingly at her:

"You’ve been out for long enough. It’s time you came home, Sangsang."

In an instant, her heart turned cold as frost: "How can you use that tone, as if I’m the one who did something wrong, to say these things to me? Do you still think I was wrong? You want me to go home with you, forgive me for my supposed mistakes, and pretend they never happened? Is that your attitude—that you don’t hold my past against me, and you’re generous enough to forgive if only I come back?"

"I was wrong. It was my fault I didn’t believe you back then—it broke your heart." Jiang Jinghuai fell silent for a moment, his gaze almost begging. "Sangsang, give me another chance."

Tian Sangsang laughed coldly.

"I know—you never loved me. But we’re married, and you’re pregnant. For the sake of the child, you should come back. Alright?" His voice was low and deep as he continued: "We don’t have to live with my mom. We can find a place on our own. I won’t let you suffer anymore—I’ll handle everything properly this time."

Tian Sangsang’s eyes almost bulged from anger. Her face flushed red, inflamed with fury and a desperate sadness: "I have nothing to say to you! Jiang Jinghuai, go to hell!"

Only now did she realize that the two of them were never on the same wavelength. What was this nonsense? How had she ever ended up with this kind of man? What did he mean by "never loved him"? That single sentence rendered all her past efforts meaningless!

Was she such a casual person? Someone who would arbitrarily sleep with someone? The weight of her decision to bear his child—it was immense. If she hadn’t done it for him, would she have tolerated his mother all this time? Damn it, she would’ve slapped her a long time ago!

He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand at all!

How could he not understand even a little?

Then what were all those moments in the past?

You bastard, you absolute bastard!

Leaning against the door, large teardrops rolled silently down her cheeks. No—why was she still crying? Hadn’t she sworn not to shed another tear for this kind of bastard? She wiped the wetness from her face and chin with the back of her hand, steadied herself, and headed inside, not wanting Zhao Chun or Meng Shuyan to notice anything odd.

But when she had just stepped into the house, a clap of thunder exploded in the sky, and torrential rain began to pour. The heavy rain brought a misty haze to the darkened scene, enveloping everything in the rain’s embrace.

"I think I just heard you talking with someone outside—was someone there? You’ve been out there for ages." Zhao Chun looked at her, then curiously glanced behind her.

Meng Shuyan was still in the bedroom and hadn’t been in the living room.

Tian Sangsang sniffled, her voice cool and tinged with misty dampness.

"It was Jiang Jinghuai outside."

"Jinghuai?" Zhao Chun hesitated, raising his eyes to the pouring rain and speaking with a hint of concern: "Should I call him inside? It’s raining so heavily—he’ll get soaked."

"Don’t go," Tian Sangsang stopped him. "I’ve already made things clear to him. Maybe he’s gone now."

Zhao Chun fell silent, looking at her for a long time before saying, "It’s better to let him in. It’s a thunderstorm—it’s dangerous out there." They both knew Jiang Jinghuai wouldn’t leave.

He wasn’t the kind of person who would.

"You’re always so kind." Tian Sangsang sighed in resignation, tugging insistently at his sleeve. "But what does it matter if he’s still there?"

"He’s standing there by his own choice—we didn’t make him stand outside. If he gets struck by lightning or soaked through, it’s his own fault—it has nothing to do with us."

"Then..." Zhao Chun hesitated, asking timidly, "Should I give him an umbrella?"

Tian Sangsang: "No."

Just then, Meng Shuyan emerged from the bedroom.

He looked up, rubbing his head in confusion. "Can we eat now?"

He hadn’t heard the earlier conversation, and Tian Sangsang didn’t intend to tell him.

"Don’t go," Tian Sangsang whispered three firm words to Zhao Chun before smiling warmly at Meng Shuyan: "Of course." The meals were already set out on the table.

Tian Sangsang settled into her chair, acting as though everything from earlier had never happened.

"Your cooking is getting better and better." She lazily raised an eyebrow and genuinely praised, "Especially this spicy chicken—it smells amazing."

She placed a piece onto Meng Shuyan’s plate. "Yanyan, eat more."

"I think so too—Chun Zisu’s cooking skills keep improving~" Meng Shuyan chuckled, his eyes curving into crescents as he happily gnawed on a drumstick.

Having his efforts acknowledged, Zhao Chun felt a deep sense of pride. This pride stemmed from the heart—it was something he had learned himself. The hard work he had put in had borne fruit, and of course, he felt happiness as a result.