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

How did he find out?

Tian Sangsang’s face turned ashen. She stared at him in shock, unable to form a complete sentence. "You... you..."

"How did I know?" Jiang Jinghuai let out a sneer, his gaze cold as he looked at her. "I saw it with my own eyes."

His approach came with a faint smell of tobacco, but it felt like a blade scraping against her soft, tender cheek.

"You... it was you..." Tian Sangsang stared fixedly into his eyes. Those eyes—it was those very eyes! She suddenly realized, "You were the one on the train that day? And the one at Lushan too?"

So it was him. It really was him.

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"What a coincidence. While on duty, I unexpectedly saw my so-called wife being affectionate with another man."

"So what? I was just acting!" Tian Sangsang shifted uneasily to the side, avoiding his gaze.

Perhaps she hadn’t thought it through, but this was a fundamental skill, a professional ethic every actor should have. She did it willingly.

Of course, she wasn’t sure if her willingness stemmed from the fact that the other party was Zhao Chun, or simply because it was a movie. If it hadn’t been Zhao Chun, if it had been someone else, would she have been able to go through with it?

No, there are no what-ifs in this world.

At that time, it had undeniably been Zhao Chun.

She and Jiang Jinghuai were only husband and wife in name. If he hadn’t seen it, it wouldn’t have mattered; but now that he had, no man’s pride would be able to endure it.

But it wasn’t her fault!

"Acting? Acting in all those indecent scenes? You used to constantly boast about being a js. So where was your js awareness when you were acting?"

Indecent? Tian Sangsang was furious to the extreme, her eyes blazing with anger. "Who says I can’t act? Why is being an actor considered indecent? Acting is a legitimate profession, Jiang Jing-huai, and you have no right to ridicule me!"

All the hard work she’d put in over the past month was dismissed as something indecent in his eyes. Suppressing her tears, Tian Sangsang said, "Forget it. I’m not arguing with you. I’m leaving!"

Just as she was about to reach the door, a hand abruptly grabbed her wrist and locked the door behind her.

"What are you doing?" Tian Sangsang struggled to shake off his hand. Suddenly, her body was lifted into the air, carried horizontally.

Before she could react, Jiang Jinghuai had already thrown her onto the bed.

"Jiang Jinghuai, are you crazy?" She hurriedly tried to get up.

She looked up at him. His features were sharp and defined, but his eyes—his eyes seemed to have lost all reason.

Anxiety crept up her chest as Tian Sangsang pleaded, "Jiang Jinghuai, calm down. We can talk this out."

"I can’t win against you in words, so I’ll settle it with actions." His voice was heavy as he muttered, continuing to wrestle with the clothes in his hands.

Tian Sangsang struggled with all her might but couldn’t break free. Suddenly, she felt her shoulder go cold.

Seeing things escalate, her face flushed red as she shouted, "Don’t forget about our agreement! What are you trying to do? You can’t force me into something I don’t want!"

"To hell with the agreement." Jiang Jinghuai looked down at her, gripping her chin lightly. "Right now, I just want to take you."

He’s insane! He’s completely insane!

"You, don’t... uh!" Before she could finish speaking, he pressed down on her.

He craved her scent, his hand loosening its grip slightly without realizing it.

No one had ever forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do. It was precisely because she had experienced family upheaval in her youth, surviving the hardest times of her life, that she had since become fiercely self-respectful. She was extremely sensitive, refusing to believe in fate or bow to destiny. She was always defiant, always fighting against herself and the heavens. But the more she fought, the harder it became; the more difficult it was, the more regret she felt! No moment had ever left her feeling so powerless!

This wasn’t love; it had nothing to do with romance or passion. It was filled with humiliation and pain. She mustered all her strength, broke free from his grasp, and slapped him hard across his left cheek.

"Smack!" It was a heavy blow.

She pushed him away decisively, without hesitation.

No one spoke. The atmosphere in the bedroom turned deathly still after that slap.

Tian Sangsang withdrew her hand, sat up, and pulled her dress back up over her shoulders. She stared coldly at the side of his face.

"What now? Finally decided to think with your brain instead of giving in to your urges?" After a long pause, she gritted her teeth and said indifferently, "Jiang Jinghuai, get out. If this happens again, let’s just get a divorce. I don’t want a husband who’s nothing but a shameless criminal!"

Jiang Jinghuai turned his head to face her directly. His usually deep eyes were bloodshot, his gaze slowly resting on her lips.

Just as Tian Sangsang thought he was about to stand up and leave, he instead cupped her face in both hands.

Tian Sangsang never expected that, after all this, he still wouldn’t give up! In her panic, she reached out to push him away, but he overpowered her, pulling her into his arms. Her pushing and hitting had no effect; instead, his grip grew tighter and tighter.

With a ripping sound, the upper part of her dress was torn. All her struggles were in vain.

"Let go of me."

"Jiang Jinghuai!"

"I beg you."

Her voice grew weaker, like a plea.

Hot tears rolled down Tian Sangsang’s cheeks. She sobbed, "Honestly, I feel like it’d be better to just die."

The hands on her suddenly froze. Jiang Jinghuai lifted himself off her, leaning over to look at her tear-streaked face. He stood up.

Tian Sangsang buried her head in the pillow, unable to hold back her sobs any longer.

Jiang Jinghuai gave her a long, deep look, then picked up his army-green blanket and covered her with it.

"I’m sorry," he said, his voice hoarse. Turning around, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and walked out of the room, despondent.

**

At last, she’d cried herself empty.

Tian Sangsang wiped away her tears, got up from the bed, and adjusted her clothes. What would she say to her son if he came back and saw her in such a state?

She checked herself in the mirror. Other than her slightly red eyes, there were no other visible traces of what had happened.

When she walked out to the living room, Meng Shuyan happened to return, holding a skewer of candied hawthorn berries.

He tilted his little head up, his voice soft and sweet. "Mommy, I ran into Daddy downstairs. He told me to tell you he has urgent work tonight and won’t be coming back. He said not to wait for him, okay?"

Tian Sangsang replied faintly, "Where’d you get the candied hawthorn?"

"Daddy bought it for me," Meng Shuyan said with a big, happy smile.

Tian Sangsang pinched his cheek with a hint of jealousy. "What’s so great about a skewer of candied hawthorn? I’ve given you lollipops before too. Meng Shuyan, you’re so ungrateful."

"I’m not!" Meng Shuyan pouted. "Mommy, are you... jealous? I’ll share half with you." Maybe Daddy should’ve bought one for Mommy too.

"Mommy doesn’t want it." Tian Sangsang’s eyes darkened as she laughed dryly. "I was just messing with you."

"By the way, did your daddy say where he’s going tonight?"

"Nope." Meng Shuyan shook his head earnestly.