Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 518 - 502 Please touch my belly! (Asking for monthly pass)

Chapter 518: 502 Please touch my belly! (Asking for monthly pass)

"No, no." Zhao Chun quickly shook his head, rushed to the kitchen door, stretched out his hand to block her, "Let me do it, let me do it. How could I let a pregnant woman, carrying my goddaughter, do all this? I’m a grown man, not missing hands or feet." He gestured disdainfully, waving his hand again and again, driving Tian Sangsang out.

Tian Sangsang felt a surge of mixed emotions, looked at him deeply, wanting to say thank you but unable to get the words out.

"Zhao Chun."

"Hmm?" He looked over, his eyes sparkling like stars.

She smiled, "Remember to make it sour and spicy, and pour some of that sour-spicy soup over the rice too."

Zhao Chun raised an eyebrow, asking in realization, "Are you sure you’re not carrying twins? Still the same taste preferences, huh."

Tian Sangsang gave him a look that said "impossible," "Twins aren’t that easy to carry, you’ve read too many novels." She had researched this herself; twin pregnancies usually came with a bigger belly. Hers was clearly a single pregnancy. And if there were twins, Guan Kunling surely would’ve told her by now.

Having one child was exhausting enough. Two? She couldn’t even imagine.

She wasn’t a pig, though lately she might—maybe—possibly—kind of feel like one, but she refused to admit it!

True to form, Zhao Chun made everything sour and spicy: a sour-spicy braised carp, a stir-fried green dish that was sour and spicy, sour-spicy snow peas, sour-spicy vermicelli, sour-spicy chicken strips, and two sour-spicy soups.

When everything was moved to the dining table, Meng Shuyan excitedly tugged on Zhao Chun’s sleeve, eyes wide and blinking, "Chun Zisu, my little sister can move now—she’s almost ready to talk! She’s really fun."

Zhao Chun brushed his hand over Meng Shuyan’s fluffy little head, his eyes lighting up as he looked at Tian Sangsang in amazement, "Really... moving already?"

Tian Sangsang confirmed, "She started moving a little last month, but this month she’s been moving a lot."

Zhao Chun found it hard to believe.

Thinking he didn’t believe her, Tian Sangsang said, "If you don’t believe me, try saying hi to her."

Suddenly, Zhao Chun fell silent, his dark eyes staring at her stomach. His hand by his side didn’t move forward but rested there hesitantly.

He was actually hoping to touch her belly~

Meng Shuyan was eager to share his joy with his beloved Chun Zisu. But seeing Zhao Chun remain frozen in place, he innocently reminded him, "Chun Zisu, you need to touch her."

Zhao Chun scratched his head, indecision written all over his face.

Tian Sangsang adjusted her belly with one hand on her waist, laughing lightly, "Just touch it. After all, she’s grown eating the meals you’ve made for over two months. No need to be stingy and not give her this little touch."

"Ah!" she suddenly cried out lightly, her elegant brows tightening, "She kicked me."

Noticing Zhao Chun intently staring at her belly, she added, "What are you scared of? If you don’t touch, she’ll stop soon."

Honestly, it’s just touching a belly—it’s no big deal. Guan Kunling had touched it too; she didn’t think too much about it. What’s more, pregnant women typically like others touching their bellies—it helps them feel connected to their little treasures.

With permission granted by the Little Baby’s mom, Zhao Chun gently placed his hand on her belly.

His hand was fair, long, with defined joints—very nice to look at, but not effeminate. His palm hovered lightly, feeling like a feather, and Tian Sangsang couldn’t even sense his touch.

"It’s okay. Press your hand closer and move it slightly to the left," she instructed, laughing, "Zhao Chun, do you think she can penetrate through my belly skin? This is barely a touch. Oh—"

Her belly bulged upward slightly.

Zhao Chun’s face lit up with surprise and excitement, blurting out, "She moved! She’s bouncing—her head bumped me twice!"

His voice drowned out Tian Sangsang’s earlier words.

He didn’t dare touch more, satisfied with just that moment. He pulled his hand back, smiling warmly as he spoke to her belly, "Sweetheart, I’m your godfather."

Ughhh...!

Tian Sangsang felt like hitting someone and grumbled, "Change that title! Who still uses ’godfather’ these days? It’s such an outdated term! This isn’t the olden days anymore." It wasn’t her overthinking—she was simply a victim of the internet’s relentless influence. The term "godfather" had picked up a lot of negative connotations these days.

Scratching his head, Zhao Chun obediently said, "Sweet girl, I’m your adoptive father."

Then, as if seriously contemplating, he nodded, "She’s got quite a bit of strength—must be the good food she’s been eating. She’s going to be an energetic and lively girl in the future!" Zhao Chun preferred lively children, but not overly lively like her mom—that would be too much.

Overly lively turns into feisty. That’s something she shouldn’t learn.

Tian Sangsang wasn’t aware of his inner thoughts; otherwise, she’d have kicked him already! She agreed instead, "Every day around mealtime, she gets excited. After eating, she gets sleepy, and then moves again at the next meal. I suspect she’s a little foodie."

"Ah!" Zhao Chun panicked, "Quick, let’s eat! Don’t let my sweet girl go hungry. She just moved—it must’ve been her protest!"

"Here, Yanyan!" Zhao Chun picked up Meng Shuyan and placed him on a chair, serving him rice and giving him chopsticks, "You eat up too!"

"Mommy, eat more," Meng Shuyan trembled slightly as he held his chopsticks, finally dropping a piece of chicken into Tian Sangsang’s bowl. The little one still remembered his mom’s love for chicken.

Tian Sangsang watched his adorable, serious little face acting all grown up, feeling utterly warmed inside, "Thank you, son."

Meng Shuyan blushed, chewed a piece of rice, swallowed it, but couldn’t seem to eat more.

He was preoccupied with a problem.

Confused, he asked Zhao Chun, "Chun Zisu, why did you say just now it was her head bumping you twice, and not her feet kicking you twice?"

The curious gaze he fixed on Zhao Chun was pure and clear, not the least bit cloudy—a gaze that could look right into you... 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Well." Zhao Chun paused briefly before explaining, "The force feels different. Heads make larger contact areas when they bump. Feet have smaller contact areas. Think about it: our heads are rounded, while the tips of our feet aren’t as round."

"But you haven’t seen feet kicking—you don’t know if the area is larger or smaller, do you?"

Uh. This. This question was a bit... tricky.

Without a hint of evasion, Zhao Chun glanced desperately at Tian Sangsang for help—

But Tian Sangsang, wise enough to recognize the situation, had already dropped her head and was happily eating her sour-spicy rice, refusing to participate in the debate. Ever since the house welcomed this unborn little treasure, Meng Shuyan had turned into a curious baby. Jiang Jinghuai often found himself cornered with questions he couldn’t answer. Stuff like: "Why do Daddy and Mommy have a baby when they sleep together? But when I sleep with Daddy, we don’t have a baby?"

This kid hasn’t even wrapped his head around gender or age yet...

Earlier, Jiang Jinghuai had explained things similarly, saying the baby was kicking. But Zhao Chun just had to go down a different path and say the baby had bumped with her head. Now he was stuck digging himself a hole...

Faced with Tian Sangsang’s complete abandonment, Zhao Chun bravely admitted defeat: "Yanyan, Uncle made a mistake. Uncle misspoke earlier—I shouldn’t have sounded so certain without proof."

Meng Shuyan nodded intently, "Chun Zisu, you’re not wrong. I just never thought about heads before."