Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 450 - 435 Warmth of the Human World (Thanks to Zhou Yijun from the book city for the reward of 10,000 book coins!)
Tian Sangsang didn’t want to listen to him anymore and crouched down to pick up the umbrella.
"Sangsang." His voice trembled as he called to her, "Can you let me touch my child just once?"
Her gaze was icy as she stared at him, unmoved.
Once again, his tone carried a plea: "I haven’t seen him for half a month."
"You’re too cold. You’ll freeze him."
Jiang Jinghuai’s hand hesitated, resting uneasily at his side. "Can I at least see Yanyan?"
"Yanyan has been very happy lately. You should stay away so you don’t ruin his mood," Tian Sangsang sneered. "Or do you think his tears haven’t fallen enough already? He’s just a four-year-old child."
With that, she didn’t look at him again and closed the door.
The door sealed off two worlds, separating them completely. The rain continued to fall heavily, the sound of its patter cold and chaotic. Tian Sangsang moved into the living room and placed the umbrella in the corner.
"Sangsang." Zhao Chun heard the commotion and came out of the kitchen.
She was drenched, her face pale, starkly contrasting Zhao Chun’s warmth indoors.
Dragging her exhausted body, Tian Sangsang slowly approached him and rested her head softly on his shoulder.
"Let me lean on you for a while," she murmured, her voice hoarse as if she’d been crying.
Zhao Chun froze for a moment but stood motionless, obediently letting her lean.
After a pause, he pressed his lips together lightly and glanced at the heavy rain outside the window. "Has Jinghuai left?"
"Probably," Tian Sangsang replied perfunctorily.
"You think—" she shifted her head slightly, her voice muffled, "You think I should get rid of this child? That way, I won’t have his aura lingering on me. That way, he’ll finally give up, won’t he?"
She was lost, utterly helpless.
Zhao Chun gently pulled her away, his gaze piercing. "You’re just venting."
"Sangsang, you can’t act on impulse. Go get some sleep, and tomorrow you won’t feel this way anymore."
Indeed, it was just venting—words spoken aloud to hear someone else’s opinion. If she truly went through with it, she couldn’t bear it. She had been terrified of having children in the past, perhaps due to her previous experiences. The thought of becoming a mother filled her with apprehension. But now that she had this child, she felt an unshakable sense of responsibility.
"Children are innocent; they shouldn’t be vessels for emotional outbursts."
Zhao Chun frowned sternly and continued to emphasize, "You must never entertain such dangerous thoughts again. As his godfather, I feel aggrieved on his behalf. When he grows up and learns you once had such thoughts, how heartbroken do you think he’ll be? It’s downright irresponsible."
Tian Sangsang rubbed her eyes. "Alright, okay, you’re so nagging. I was just joking."
Zhao Chun glared at her, his voice sharp. "Even if you were joking, it’s inappropriate. How can you joke about something like this?"
Tian Sangsang felt a sting of guilt and muttered, "I didn’t expect you to be such a moral preacher."
Zhao Chun raised his chin and squinted with a haughty smile. "What I say always makes sense, okay?"
"Ha." Tian Sangsang stroked her belly. "Is there still food? I’m hungry again."
Zhao Chun knew she hadn’t eaten much earlier and quickly brought out a steaming bowl of chicken soup, along with a bowl of rice topped with a few side dishes from the kitchen.
He muttered smugly, "See? I’ve got you all figured out, Tian Sangsang."
"What a pervert!" Tian Sangsang teased, intentionally spitting and covering herself.
Zhao Chun rubbed his nose, his face turning red. "What are you thinking again?" He felt as though she were accusing him of having x-ray vision. But that’s not what he "saw through."
"I’m not thinking about anything." Tian Sangsang shrugged. "I just think you’re a pervert for being able to read people’s minds. In the future, if I stick around you, I’ll have to guard my thoughts to prevent you from intruding."
*Cough.* Zhao Chun realized he might have been overthinking things.
**
Jiang Jinghuai stood stubbornly at the doorstep, unwilling to climb over the wall but hoping the door would open again.
Yet, even as darkness fell, he didn’t await the mistress of the house.
Without an umbrella, he walked home in the rain.
Only the rainwater soaking through him could keep him awake.
"Jinghuai, you’re back." Ye Binyi’s heart ached as soon as she saw him drenched.
She quickly handed him a towel.
Jiang Jinghuai accepted it and hastily wiped his face and hair.
Water still dripped from his hair, accentuating the cold sternness of his pale features.
"Why did you get soaked? Did you find Sangsang?" Ye Binyi asked, her brows furrowing in distress. "Did she make you stand in the rain and not let you stay overnight? That witch! How heartless she is, treating my son this way! Just because she’s pregnant, she thinks she has total control over him! If not for that pregnancy, I would’ve confronted her long ago!"
"But why won’t she come back with you?" She paced anxiously. "Being pregnant and running around recklessly—what kind of nonsense is this? Leaving home, no less! Who knows if she’s eating well out there? She can treat herself however she likes, but she better not abuse our Jiang Family’s grandchild." She acted as though her grandson were being cruelly mistreated.
"No, I need to talk to Aunt Zhang about continuing to send meals there every day."
"Mom." Jiang Jinghuai rubbed his exhausted brow. His voice was raspy. "No need to send anything. She won’t eat it. I’ll handle this matter myself; don’t trouble yourself. Just focus on your health."
"How can I focus on my health?!" Ye Binyi burst out emotionally. "Every day she’s away, I’m constantly restless. Jinghuai, you have to find a way to bring Sangsang back! She’s either part of the Jiang Family in life or in death!"
Ye Binyi still didn’t like Tian Sangsang, but she worried about Meng Shuyan and the unborn baby. She had hoped to enjoy the joy of family life in her old age, but fate seemed cruel, sending her a daughter-in-law like this.
Jiang Jinghuai’s father looked helplessly at his wife. You stirred up trouble, pushed the daughter-in-law to the edge, and now you’re watching as your son tries to pick up the pieces? Couldn’t you see how badly you’d messed everything up? Now the mess is beyond fixing—are you happy with this outcome? Of course, Jiang Jinghuai’s father wasn’t happy either.
"Mom, don’t worry." Jiang Jinghuai clutched the ache in his chest, his brows furrowed. "I’ll make sure she comes back." He was certain of one thing—she had a soft heart. Once she’d stayed outside long enough and cooled off, she’d return. After all, they had a son together, and Yanyan couldn’t possibly stop wanting his father.
Besides, she was heavily pregnant now. Everyone knew she belonged to him; no one else would dare approach her. And if someone did, he would find a way to make them disappear quietly.
Jiang Jinghuai took a shower, treated his wounds, and lay on the bed. The quilt carried a faint floral fragrance. She had left, but traces of her remained. Her clothes were untouched, and her makeup bottles still lined the dresser. Everything was exactly as it had been when she was there. In the dim night, a glint of determination flashed in his eye. She would return soon. She had to.
