Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 493 - 477 editors from Hong Kong

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Jiang Jinghuai paused thoughtfully: "Can I say I like both?"

Tian Sangsang seemed serious and shook her head, pouting: "No, you can only choose one."

Is it even safe to pick one right now?

Jiang Jinghuai wisely avoided making a choice and instead made a heartfelt confession: "Whether it’s a boy or a girl, as long as it’s a child you give birth to, I’ll love them, Sangbao."

Tian Sangsang let out an "Oh" again, blinked her sleepy eyes, and lazily asked:

"Then, do you think the one in my belly is a boy or a girl?"

"Don’t think about it too much, just sleep." He kissed her on the forehead.

She pouted, dissatisfied: "No, you can’t change the subject or dodge the question."

Jiang Jinghuai thought about it seriously: "I hope it’s a daughter, but my intuition says it’s a son."

"So, is that your final answer?"

Jiang Jinghuai hesitated: "Hmm."

"Apparently, having a boy means the mother loves the father more; having a girl means the father loves the mother more. Ah, it seems you still don’t love me enough."

Jiang Jinghuai was utterly speechless.

Is that even a legitimate interpretation? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Damn! Can I take back what I just said? It’s got to be a girl now!

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Ever since Ji Qin had been taken into custody, the streets had returned to their former harmony. Tian Sangsang’s script, "Shanghai Beach," was already finished and had been taken to Hong Kong by Zhao Chun to participate in a scriptwriting competition. Zhao Chun had yet to return.

On the other hand, products from Yipin Fragrance Pavilion had reached Hong Kong, making a significant impact on the elite socialites there. However, for Hong Kong residents, these products were akin to items bought through "personal shoppers."

Air magazine in Hong Kong quickly picked up on the fashionable buzz surrounding Yipin Fragrance Pavilion. To cater to the demands of the wealthy clientele, the editor-in-chief specially sent a photographer-editor to the mainland.

At the time, Hong Kong was far ahead of the mainland in many aspects. Moreover, most Hong Kong residents used products from Country Y. So when they discovered that the mainland, which they had often looked down upon, could produce such excellent skincare, they were undoubtedly astonished.

The editor arrived in Beijing, checked into a hostel right after getting off the plane, and casually asked for the address of Yipin Fragrance Pavilion. A helpful local informed him that Yipin Fragrance Pavilion was located on West City Road.

The editor found West City Road and spotted a woman to politely inquire: "Excuse me, ma’am, could you tell me where Yipin Fragrance Pavilion is? I’m from out of town and want to buy something there. I’m not familiar with the area, so I’d be grateful if you could guide me. Thank you."

The woman burst into laughter, pointed ahead, and said: "Yipin Fragrance Pavilion? Just continue down this street. When you reach the middle, look around both sides, and you’ll see it. Judging by your accent, you’re from Hong Kong, aren’t you?"

"Yes," the editor quickly replied. "Yipin Fragrance Pavilion’s reputation has even reached us. I came here specifically because of it."

The woman chuckled: "Then you’ve come to the right place. Yipin Fragrance Pavilion’s products are as good as foreign brands. I use them myself. Their toners, lotions, and creams are all great. The floral teas are delicious, and their sachets sell exceptionally well."

The local word-of-mouth about the shop was overwhelmingly positive. This strengthened the editor’s resolve to conduct the interview. A successful feature on this store might dramatically boost their magazine’s circulation.

Following the woman’s directions, the editor walked down the street. Suddenly, the faint fragrance in the air caught his attention. Turning to the left, he saw a sign: Yipin Fragrance Pavilion. He had finally found the place!

The exterior of Yipin Fragrance Pavilion had a classical elegance, almost like an imperial painting. Inside, the layout was also rich with traditional Chinese aesthetics. Screens were erected, and sachets hung delicately. Yet, the products being sold here were on par with international brands, exuding a fashionable allure. The editor had assumed that Yipin Fragrance Pavilion would stick to the mainland’s preference for ancient charm—dignified but inaccessible. But this store exceeded all his expectations.

Customers came and went inside. Behind the counter stood a woman in white, her features refined and her beauty stunning. Who would have thought the owner of Yipin Fragrance Pavilion would be this gorgeous? The editor thought about the celebrities featured in previous magazine issues. Compared to this woman, they all seemed slightly lacking.

The editor quickly approached and politely asked: "Hello, are you Tian Sangsang?" He had already learned the shop owner’s name beforehand.

Guan Kunling glanced at him, suspicion flickering in her cold eyes: "I’m not. What do you want with her?" Everything had been chaotic lately, and this unfamiliar man was too suspicious.

Caught off guard by her chilly demeanor, the editor wasn’t offended. He smiled warmly and said: "Here’s the thing, I’m an editor at Air magazine in Hong Kong. I’ve heard about your reputation and wanted to interview your shop for a feature in our magazine."

Guan Kunling seemed to understand what he meant but remained wary. Noticing her hesitation, the editor quickly pulled a copy of Air magazine and his business card from his bag to confirm his identity. "Our magazine isn’t distributed in the mainland, so you might not have heard of it. I promise I’m genuinely interested in interviewing you. Is your boss, Tian Sangsang, around?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear female voice came from the doorway: "Kunling."

The editor and Guan Kunling turned to see Tian Sangsang entering through the door. The editor couldn’t help but wonder if she was the infamous Tian Sangsang. How was it that both the boss and the employees here exuded such a strong sense of style? Even the man walking beside her had an extraordinary air, sharp and unparalleled. He could easily be a male model for their magazine. Clearly, coming to the mainland was the right decision.

"Sangsang. Brother Jiang." Guan Kunling nodded respectfully.

The editor felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Looking back at Tian Sangsang, he noticed her radiant complexion. From head to toe, she exuded modern fashion. Her short, slightly wavy hair was stylishly tousled, with one side tucked neatly behind her ear. Since cutting it short after becoming pregnant, it was also easier to manage. Hairstyles like hers were rare in Hong Kong. Her features were classy and vibrant without being overly ostentatious. She wore a mustard-yellow short-sleeve top that looked effortlessly fresh, tucked into a black-and-white printed flowy skirt. This combination was also unusual. The skirt was puffy, and although the editor thought her waist didn’t look particularly slim at first glance—thinking she might be pregnant—he dismissed the thought, concluding the skirt was simply too voluminous.

"Hello, Miss Tian!" The editor greeted warmly, extending his hand.

Tian Sangsang exclaimed softly, studying the man in the light-colored casual suit. He carried an indescribable aura. How could she describe it? It was different from ordinary people, suggesting he worked in a specific field—perhaps as an editor, or maybe a writer. His artsy yet cheerful mannerisms led her to believe she’d guessed correctly.

Guan Kunling quickly filled her in on the situation.