Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 491: Finally settled on the baby’s name

The following day, Jiang Jinghuai spent it clutching a dictionary. Whenever he settled on one name, he couldn’t bear to let go of another. He wished every word in the dictionary could be his child, lined up dense and neat, like ants marching together—such a grand spectacle.

Tian Sangsang sat across from him, only able to see his brooding expression, completely unaware of his ridiculous thoughts at the moment. Ant processions? Why not call it a football team? Fathers and sons on the field, the whole family working as one.

Jiang Jinghuai’s deep eyes flickered, and he resolutely threw the dictionary aside, resting his arms against his thighs:

"If it’s a girl, we’ll call her Jiang Qingtian; if it’s a boy, Jiang Huan."

Then he raised his sharp brows and asked for her opinion.

Jiang Huan, Qingtian—Tian Sangsang thought it over and felt quite satisfied.

"But why not base it on Yanyan’s name? Like Jiang Shu-X or something."

Jiang Jinghuai smiled helplessly and sat beside her, pinching her round cheeks: "You think our family doesn’t already have enough ’Jing’ and ’Jia’ named sisters?"

Tian Sangsang suddenly understood. "Then let’s break the pattern." She hugged his waist, snuggling into his arms.

With fragrant warmth in his embrace, Jiang Jinghuai suddenly sighed, "When you gave birth to Yanyan, I wasn’t by your side. Now, I just want to be here for you. But I can’t always be with you."

"What are you saying?" Her heart sank, and the smile on her face vanished in an instant. Tian Sangsang pulled away from him.

"What’s wrong?" Seeing her pale face, Jiang Jinghuai reached out nervously to grab her hand. "Sangsang?"

He didn’t understand—she was fine just moments ago, so why was she suddenly so upset?

Had he said something wrong again?

"Jiang Jinghuai, do you even know who I am? Do you still not know who I am after all this time?" Tian Sangsang abruptly stood up.

His words clearly treated her as the past Tian Sangsang, but she was not the same anymore! Could it be, all this time, she had merely been a substitute? All this time, had she been in love with a man who couldn’t even distinguish his partner?

"You’re my wife."

"But I’m not her!"

"Yanyan wasn’t born by you? He’s not your son? Tian Sangsang, can you ask yourself honestly?" Jiang Jinghuai said to her quietly. She could deny it—she had never been the person from all those years ago—but Yanyan was undeniably her child. Denying the past also meant denying her son, didn’t it?

She felt like she was going mad, truly mad! Amidst her fury, Tian Sangsang hesitated. She seemed spiritless, lost, as she walked upstairs. For so long, she had already regarded Meng Shuyan as her own son, but her position on this issue was something she refused to compromise.

This time, Jiang Jinghuai didn’t simply follow after her. He hoped she could think things through clearly and truly understand herself.

In the dead of night, Tian Sangsang awakened from sleep. The problem from earlier that day haunted her, and the sharp pain in her chest made it impossible to fall back asleep. At this stage of her pregnancy, the pain often woke her. It must be said—pregnancy brought countless discomforts to women, both physically and psychologically. Now, she simply felt as though a heavy stone pressed upon her chest, stifling her to the point of suffocation.

She sat up in the pitch-black bedroom. The darkness and silence only intensified her feelings of loneliness. Overwhelmed by emotion, tears started to well. She didn’t even know why—recently, she’d been crying frequently. Truthfully, crying solved nothing, but it was an outlet for her feelings. One after another, the tears streamed down. All this time, she had never truly felt safe here.

"Sangsang?" Quiet rustling sounds broke the silence, followed by Jiang Jinghuai’s deep voice from behind.

Hearing the concern in his tone, she ignored him and sobbed even harder.

In the dark, neither could see the other’s face.

He leaned closer from behind, hugging her tightly. He knew she was crying, and his warm chest enveloped her, as if pulling her entire body into his embrace.

He asked, "Do you remember the circumstances when we first met?"

Tian Sangsang shook her head, thinking, How could I remember? Wasn’t our first meeting with the original host involved? At a time like this, this jerk still wanted to stab her in the heart. Did he think her heart was that tough, that poking it a few more times wouldn’t destroy it?

"It was during an earthquake," Jiang Jinghuai said as he clasped her hand gently. "At that time, I held your hand and pulled you out from the rubble."

"That was the first time I saw you." Unable to withstand it, her tears had him surrendering first.

Tian Sangsang’s nose twitched, and the dam burst once more.

She choked out, "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

"I thought you knew. Wasn’t that moment our first encounter in your mind?"

"If you don’t say it, how would I know?"

"Do you understand now?" He turned her around, his gaze falling on her face in the dark. He had wanted to ask too—then why don’t you tell me so I understand? Who are you really? Where did you come from? She stubbornly upheld her principles, but never proactively explained. Yet seeing her pitiful demeanor, he sighed internally, worried asking might only make her cry harder.

With his words, the bitterness inside her faded as quickly as it had come, and she nodded softly.

He let out a low sigh and reached out to gently wipe away her tears. "Don’t cry anymore, Sangsang."

"I don’t even know why I’ve been crying so much lately." Tian Sangsang felt embarrassed but refused to admit it, so she resentfully glared at him: "It’s all your fault, making me so weird."

"Alright, it’s my fault." Jiang Jinghuai finished wiping her tears and quickly apologized before pulling her into his arms. "Madam Wife, it’s late. Let’s sleep."

Tian Sangsang didn’t want to lie down and muttered gloomily, "I can’t sleep."

"Is it because you’re feeling unwell?" Jiang Jinghuai asked anxiously, "Where does it hurt?"

Tian Sangsang struggled to say two words: "My belly."

Jiang Jinghuai quickly threw off the blanket, ready to turn on the light.

Tian Sangsang added two more words: "I’m hungry."

Jiang Jinghuai froze for a moment, only then realizing what she meant. He tapped her nose in exasperation, chuckling softly: "Little foodie, what do you want to eat?" She was teasing him again, making him panic for nothing.

Tian Sangsang: "Wontons."

As someone from Beijing, he was used to eating dumplings, but during his time in the East Sea, he’d had wontons a few times—though he only knew how to eat them, not make them. Jiang Jinghuai hesitated and glanced out the window: "Not sure if any place outside is selling wontons at this hour?" If there were no wontons, dumplings would do.

Hearing his matter-of-fact tone, Tian Sangsang glared at him again: "What do you mean, Jiang Jinghuai? So insincere! I want your homemade wontons, not store-bought ones. Are the ones outside as delicious as yours? Do the ones out there have the same flavor you bring?"

Her mix of scolding and praise caused Jiang Jinghuai’s body to alternate between hot and cold. Scratching his head, he couldn’t bring himself to admit that he didn’t know how to make wontons. "Sangsang, how about you pick something else? We don’t have wonton wrappers." Without the wrappers, it was all for naught.