Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 510 - 494 Mocking you for being too handsome

In the swimming ring, the little rookie Meng Shuyan looked at his tall and mighty dad as he leapt into the pool. Even the waves couldn’t compare to his dad.

With his big, dark eyes full of admiration, Meng Shuyan stared in awe, his heart thumping wildly. So swimming is done underwater, not on the surface. All he had been doing was flapping his little hands like a duck paddling a boat—how embarrassing.

His small face flushed red like red ink, blooming with embarrassment. Suddenly, he raised a little hand and touched his small chin.

He stared at the water, trying to lower his head down to the surface, his nose grazing the cool water, and then dipped it a little further until it submerged. A feeling of suffocation soon surged, and he quickly lifted his little face, breathing in tiny gasps.

It seemed like he couldn’t breathe at all.

Swimming really wasn’t easy to learn...

Jiang Jinghuai emerged from the water and held his small body, his damp hands brushing over his head: "Hold your breath first. When your head goes underwater, you need to breathe properly. Inhale with your mouth, not your nose."

Meng Shuyan nodded solemnly. "I understand, Dad."

But new swimmers could only practice breathing and holding their breath above water at first. Jiang Jinghuai had purely brought him out to play today, not to teach him swimming skills seriously. Learning would require persistence—it’s not something that can be mastered overnight.

Tian Sangsang listened to the father and son talk. Afterward, Jiang Jinghuai demonstrated a few swimming strokes to Meng Shuyan, though it was just the basics. Not long after, Meng Shuyan started practicing on his own, of course still wearing his swimming ring.

He wasn’t very skilled. His dad said swimming meant raising your head to breathe once, but he simply plunged his head into the water and popped it back up, holding his breath for just one second. Even so, he considered it swimming.

"Dad, Mom, I can swim now!"

It made Tian Sangsang chuckle.

Every time their son shook his wet head, water splashing on the clear blue surface, it stirred an urge in her to join in swimming too. But that thought could only be swallowed back down. Bored, she simply observed—glancing here and there until her gaze settled first on her son lounging in the swimming ring, then on Jiang Jinghuai leaning against the edge of the pool.

His bronzed, healthy skin, taut lines—strong yet resilient, solid and masculine—made Tian Sangsang involuntarily gulp. Her gaze shifted again to his smiling brows and eyes, blending with their son’s laughter.

In that moment, she felt that life like this wasn’t bad at all.

As she thought about it, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

Jiang Jinghuai slowly turned his head to look at her, his lips pressing together, "What’s so funny?"

Tian Sangsang stifled her laugh and snorted in mock annoyance, "Nothing!"

He stood up and walked straight toward her, water droplets still clinging to his body.

Tian Sangsang handed him a towel. He dried himself off and picked up nearby clothes to put on, his voice low and rumbling, "Nothing really? Sangbao?"

His gaze unsettled her. Feeling cornered, she admitted, "I’m laughing at how excessively handsome you are—is that good enough for you?"

Jiang Jinghuai froze mid-motion, stopping as he reached for his pants.

Tian Sangsang: "—???"

Jiang Jinghuai: "Suddenly, I don’t feel like putting them on. Why don’t you enjoy the view for a bit longer?"

Tian Sangsang spat at him.

Jiang Jinghuai raised an eyebrow, calmly putting his pants on, "Where exactly are you spitting at? Don’t you want happiness in the future?"

One was sitting, the other standing—the positioning was obvious.

"Rogue."

**

The day was filled with joy, but the night proved difficult.

Under a warm, lightweight blanket, Tian Sangsang fell into a deep sleep and suddenly had a nightmare.

In her dream, it was nighttime. She and Jiang Jinghuai were lying in bed under the same quilt. Suddenly, she woke up to a terrible hand patting her body. The hand was tugging at her quilt from outside the bed, and her body, cocooned in the blanket, rolled all the way to the floor.

Ah... Ah...

Late at night, almost no sounds could be heard—only the eerie silence of the night.

The fright of falling off the bed was indescribable. She didn’t turn her head but merely stared at Jiang Jinghuai lying in bed. She wanted to call for help, but he was sound asleep. As she opened her mouth, whether out of fear or something else, no sound came out—she was like a mute, unable to utter even a syllable.

Anxious and despairing, she could feel an unknown presence watching her closely.

She didn’t even know what it was but was startled awake in terror.

Sitting up from bed, she wasn’t sweating—her entire body felt dry, yet her heart pounded wildly. A coolness spread from her spine, wave after wave. Jiang Jinghuai, being a light sleeper, was disturbed by her movement and got up to turn on the light.

Under the light, he walked over and gently rubbed her back, his voice still tinged with sleep, "Sangsang?"

Tian Sangsang suddenly felt both aggrieved and uncomfortable, "Did I wake you up?"

"No." His hand moved to her belly, and he asked, "Was he bothering you again?"

Tian Sangsang shook her head, "No, I had a nightmare."

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead,

"Dreams are always the opposite of reality. Let me get you some water."

"Don’t go." Tian Sangsang buried her face against his chest, pressing her dry lips together, "In a few days, you’ll be leaving. When will you be back?"

Jiang Jinghuai tightened his arms around her, "If everything goes as usual, I can come back every week like before." But this time, things weren’t quite usual.

Tian Sangsang suddenly hissed softly, her voice neither loud nor quiet.

"Sangsang?"

"Ah, my foot cramped."

Following her gaze, he looked down at one of her delicate feet, its toes curled tightly, veins faintly visible. His eyes darkened as he seriously replied, "Let me massage it for you."

He had asked a doctor before—pregnancy is tough for women. Apart from doing this, he couldn’t do much else. His hand worked methodically, kneading gently, and the pain eased significantly. Tian Sangsang watched him silently, her tone carrying a touch of bitterness, "I read in some novels that when a wife is pregnant, the husband gets so anxious he experiences morning sickness too. But you didn’t."

Arguing now would be asking for trouble. Jiang Jinghuai calmly replied, "Morning sickness is just one form—massaging feet is another." What kind of novels were these, causing trouble for men? He may not have felt morning sickness, but his love for his wife was unwavering.

Well, the pain in her foot was gone, and Tian Sangsang felt no urge to be unreasonable anymore.

"Then, on the day I give birth, will you stay with me?" she asked readily. She wasn’t entirely afraid, but she wasn’t entirely unafraid either. Of course, every woman hoped their husband would be there. "Without you, I might not be able to do it."

"I will!" Jiang Jinghuai’s hand moved to her belly, "I’ll be there for both of you!"

Her lips curled softly, and Tian Sangsang’s unsettled heart finally calmed down. That reassurance was enough. She was a woman—fragile and in need of her husband’s companionship.