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

"That’s odd. Didn’t you know Mr. Xu a long time ago? How did you and my husband end up being old acquaintances?"

"You can’t say it like that." Shui Lian looked back at her frankly. "Everything depends on fate. You were able to become a married couple with Jinghuai, and I was able to become his old acquaintance. He’s a great person, treats me well, just like how Mr. Xu treated you back then — so kind."

"I see." Tian Sangsang pulled the corners of her mouth. "Well, I’m afraid I can’t answer your question, even though you’re friends with him. Because it’s inconvenient for me to tell you that he said he wants to surprise me — little marital fun, you know. You people who haven’t gotten married wouldn’t understand." She hoisted up the hoe.

Shui Lian’s expression froze for a moment, then she smiled again. "Couples have their marital fun, but friends have their own fun too — it’s the same."

"I’m leaving now." Tian Sangsang was furious and didn’t want to talk to her any further.

"Take care." Shui Lian called softly from behind.

On a normal day, Tian Sangsang might have been willing to play along with Shui Lian for appearances, but today she simply couldn’t. She was utterly aggrieved and raging with anger! Back then, he said he’d leave, and he also promised to stay in touch with her. But in the process, there was zero contact — not even a feather of a duck or chicken did she see. Now that he’s returned, he goes to talk to Shui Lian first, then Political Commissioner Lin and them, but not her.

If she hadn’t lied to everyone, who knows how they’d ridicule her!

They’d definitely say, "Look, that’s Tian Sangsang. Everyone says she’s so close with Captain Jiang. But what kind of closeness is that? Captain Jiang comes back, and he doesn’t even tell her."

Tian Sangsang stormed into the living room, tossed the hoe aside, and furiously grabbed a wooden White Pig from the bedside cabinet, hurling it against the wall!

The wooden White Pig bounced far away, landing on the ground completely intact.

"I can’t believe this!" Tian Sangsang widened her eyes, puffing her cheeks, as she picked it up and hurled it to the floor again!

The White Pig bounced a few times and was still intact.

Tian Sangsang extended her foot and stomped on it several times!

"Hmph, it’s got to be missing an arm or a leg now, surely?"

She looked down and lifted her foot to check — the White Pig... was still standing strong.

"I can’t smash you, break you, or stomp you to death." Tian Sangsang gloomily picked it up, weighing it in her palm. She gave a sigh but eventually placed it back where it belonged. Glancing at the mirror, she noticed her face looked downright terrifying.

Fury is a wolf, impulsiveness is a devil — does lashing out at a wooden object really bring satisfaction?

Tian Sangsang shook her head. Forget it.

**

The next day’s temperature was quite warm.

The sunlight lazily bathed every inch of the earth.

Meng Shuyan held a big glass jar in his hand, bending his tiny body over to pick up leaves from the ground.

The autumn leaves were golden, and he wanted to collect them and glue them into a notebook once he got home.

After a while, the little guy suddenly sat on the ground in frustration, setting the jar aside and resting his chin on his hands as he looked up at the sky. "Ugh..."

Even a four-year-old child knew what it meant to feel troubled.

Mom seemed really irritable — she must be missing Dad. Every time Mom missed Dad, she’d always get especially irritable.

How could he make sure Mom wouldn’t be irritable?

Unless Dad came back.

But when would Dad return?

The little guy lowered his long eyelashes with sadness and continued picking up leaves.

"Woof woof." Little Milk Tea suddenly barked twice.

Meng Shuyan stood up, clumsily patting his pants and looking around.

"Yanyan."

The little guy froze, his big eyes flashing with a hint of surprise.

"Yanyan." That deep, pleasant voice — it was Dad!

Meng Shuyan turned around, raising his little head.

Jiang Jinghuai stood a meter away from him, his deep, mysterious eyes smiling warmly at him. Today, he was dressed casually and not in his military uniform, yet he still looked tall and handsome.

Rubbed his eyes.

Wiped his eyes.

Confirmed it was Dad.

"Ah, Dad!" The little one stretched his arms wide and started running toward him with his short legs.

"Bang!" Halfway there, the tiny figure tripped and fell.

His little body pressed against the ground, and he looked up pitifully at Dad.

"Stand up on your own, Yanyan." Jiang Jinghuai stood firmly where he was, unmoving. "You’re a boy."

That’s right — he was a strong little boy. Meng Shuyan got up, immediately stretched his chubby little arms wide again, and ran forward: "Dad!"

"Thud!" Jiang Jinghuai sidestepped.

Meng Shuyan fell again. Luckily, it wasn’t hard ground but a grassy patch, so it wasn’t that bad.

The little guy refused to give up, put his hand on his forehead, and squirmed on the ground like a tiny worm.

After rolling twice without seeing Dad come over to pick him up, the little guy pursed his lips, his black, bright eyes shimmering with tears.

If it were Mom, she’d definitely come over to pick him up.

"No tears. Yanyan, did you forget what Dad said? Stand up on your own." Though Jiang Jinghuai felt slightly heartbroken at how soft and adorable Tian Sangsang had raised him, he still insisted.

Meng Shuyan pouted, got up from the ground, and adjusted his clothes seriously like a grown-up.

"No running. Walk properly." Jiang Jinghuai was afraid he’d go wild again and asked softly, "Are your legs okay?"

"They’re fine, Dad!" Meng Shuyan answered loudly, running toward him with his chubby little arms outstretched.

Perhaps unable to bear seeing his son fall again, Jiang Jinghuai crouched to catch him, scooping him up in his arms. The little guy’s body was soft, carrying a faint aroma of flowers and milk.

"Dad, you’re finally back." The little guy happily nestled in his dad’s arms.

"Mm." Jiang Jinghuai stroked his little head, finding a leaf and taking it off.

"Will you leave again?"

"Not for now." Jiang Jinghuai glanced at him — he hadn’t changed a bit. He lifted him up slightly to check. "Let Dad see if you’ve gotten chubbier."

"Not at all, Dad! I’m very disciplined now!" Meng Shuyan puffed his tiny chest.

"That’s commendable." Jiang Jinghuai picked him up. "Starting tomorrow, you’re running with me. By the way, why are you here alone? Where’s your mom?" His deep eyes suddenly clouded over.

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"Mom’s home." Mentioning Mom made the little guy cautious. "Let’s go see Mom quickly! She’ll definitely be happy to see you."

"Alright." Jiang Jinghuai replied in a low voice.

"Ah, Captain Jiang is back!" Qin Lan, who had just finished shopping, approached them with a smile.

"Sis-in-law." Jiang Jinghuai nodded slightly. "Do you need something?"

Still as indifferent as ever, Qin Lan said, "Nothing. You’re finally back. Now that you’re back, Sangsang can stay here with you. Otherwise, staying out all the time can’t be as comfortable as being at home, right?"

As she spoke, she scrutinized Jiang Jinghuai’s expression.

Unfortunately, to her disappointment, Jiang Jinghuai didn’t show any suspicion or anger. He simply said one sentence: "I know."

Huh? That’s it? Qin Lan frowned at his retreating figure. Was he trusting that little demon Tian Sangsang way too much?