Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s

Tian Tian’s beautiful face revealed a trace of sorrow as she softly said, "I’ve waited too long for this day, dreaming about it every night. When can I finally be like those city women, curl my hair, buy better perfume, wear better clothes? Why is it that in every other way I’m better than Chen Ying, but my family isn’t as good as hers? Heaven is so unfair..."

Chen Ming remained motionless under the table, but his fists quietly clenched in anger.

Zhou Zheng reached out and caressed Tian Tian’s fair cheek, saying, "Tiantian, very soon, very soon, we’ll achieve our dreams as long as we prepare well. I can already see a bright tomorrow beckoning us."

But neither of them realized that even if they could return to the city, Zhou Zheng would still be just a low-ranking teacher, and Tian Tian would remain unemployed. With Zhou Zheng’s meager salary, he could never support her. She was a woman who constantly blamed fate for being unjust, thinking that beauty was a skill, believing that just because she’s beautiful, all the men in the world should revolve around her. But what is beauty? It’s just a shell—only shallow and materialistic people overly emphasize appearances. The world is full of beautiful people; within a crowd of beautiful faces, what does she have that makes her truly stand out?

"And what about Chen Ying? What if she clings to you when the time comes?" Tian Tian furrowed her brows. "I know Chen Ying best. If you get transferred back to the city, she’ll be even more devoted to you."

Zhou Zheng snorted dismissively. "Chen Ying? Who could possibly fancy her? She doesn’t have your gentleness, charm, or sophistication. Other than knowing how to cook, she can’t do anything else. I want a woman who can stand proud in society, not someone who’s confined to the kitchen and the home. So Tiantian, don’t worry—my heart belongs only to you."

Chen Ying’s face flushed red with fury, her chest heaving as she could no longer bear listening! She stood up abruptly, overturned the table, and marched over to Tian Tian, slapping her face with a resounding "smack."

"Tian Tian, you shameless wench, you fox spirit! How could someone as despicable as you even exist?"

Tian Tian was stunned by the slap, seeing stars before she shook her head lightly to focus on Chen Ying’s enraged face. But more than anything, her terrified gaze darted towards Chen Ming, who remained frozen in place. At this moment, the urgency of her childhood dreams consumed her, leaving her uncertain about the reasons behind this panic. By the time she understood, it was far too late, as the moon set and loneliness enveloped her.