Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 525 - 509 Wilted Mulberry

Zhao Chun had to stay overnight at the hospital.

After leaving the hospital, Tian Sangsang saw Guan Kunling standing at the entrance.

She quickened her pace and walked alongside her.

The dim yellow light stretched their shadows, swaying unsteadily. Seeing the dark shadows on the ground, Tian Sangsang shuddered instinctively, suddenly recalling the shadow in her home that night—it had been similarly cast on the ground and faintly visible under the moonlight.

"Kunling, do you think Zhao Chun will be safe in the hospital tonight?"

"Yes." Guan Kunling turned her head gently to look at her, her voice soft as she said, "This afternoon, I managed to fend off that black-clad figure. He won’t be acting recklessly for now. Trust me, don’t worry too much."

But instead of feeling consoled, Tian Sangsang felt even more uneasy.

"Why did you tell them at noon that the item was with you? If that’s the case, they’ll come after you later."

At noon, through the bugged device, she had overheard Kunling claiming that the item was in her possession. It was clearly a diversion tactic. Tian Sangsang had every reason to believe that the other side trusted Kunling’s words. Because Kunling appeared so formidable, their focus would naturally shift to her. They would probably target her, overlooking both Tian Sangsang and Zhao Chun.

"I’m not afraid," Guan Kunling replied calmly. "These people have truly caught my attention now."

"Sangsang, you know what? Today, I found some poison where they were hiding—it smelled exactly like the one on the loquat Hua Zifeng gave you that day."

Tian Sangsang’s heart sank, and she snapped her head toward her suddenly.

What did this mean? The thought alone sent chills down her spine. Mount Lushan, poison, the Hua Family, the mysterious black-clad figures, the cryptic map—were they all connected? Or had they already formed a dense, intricate web?

And Beijing was shrouded beneath this net.

This kind of Beijing felt suffocating.

"You used to ask me all the time if I had any dreams or anything I wanted to do. Now I’ve found it—it’s exactly this." Guan Kunling’s ice-cold gaze focused straight ahead, her tone low yet firm: "I simply can’t tolerate these villains running rampant, treating Beijing like a lawless playground, casually endangering people’s lives and acting without restraint. I’ll drag every single one of them out into the open, under the light of day."

Tian Sangsang’s delicate face loosened from worry, gradually giving way to determination. "You’re amazing, and I support you." They absolutely had to root them out. These people had already hurt those close to her. They couldn’t be allowed to continue. This wasn’t just for her loved ones—it was for Beijing, too. The untimely appearance of the poison—it signified that there was darkness and filth in this city.

Guan Kunling suggested, "During this time, it’s best if we and Zhao Chun all live together. I’ll pick up and drop off Yanyan every day; you can just focus on taking care of your pregnancy. With me here, I believe they won’t dare act rashly for now."

Tian Sangsang nodded, agreeing with her proposal.

The three of them living together, staying close, would minimize the risk. This way, they wouldn’t have to live in fear, separated on different sides. Compared to their lives, reputations and external gossip didn’t matter at all. She didn’t even have the energy to care about such things.

If others didn’t speak about them, so much the better. If they did, let them talk for now—it didn’t matter.

"Then all of you can stay at my courtyard house. I’ll move back there to live," Tian Sangsang suggested after some thought. The Yipin Xiangju residence wasn’t convenient. Her new home wasn’t suitable either—it wasn’t as spacious or practical as the courtyard house. If Jiang Jinghuai came back, she could move back there, but while he was away, the home always felt empty, as if it lacked a stabilizing presence.

In that case, the courtyard house was the best option.

On the following day, Zhao Chun returned from the hospital, looking worn out, his body slightly hunched.

His hand rested on his stomach, making him resemble a little old man.

He walked slowly, dragging his feet step by step. Even Meng Shuyan walked faster than him.

Guan Kunling saw him and said, "Yesterday, you swung an ax right into that person’s foot—your reflexes were impressive."

The praise from Master Guan Kunling allowed Zhao Chun to regain a sliver of manly dignity. He raised his chin slightly. "Of course." At that moment, all he had in his mind was the thought that he couldn’t die—he just couldn’t die. When faced with death, humans possess an astonishing burst of strength. Even through the pain, he had managed to knock his opponent down.

"Kunling, don’t flatter him—his tail’s going to fly up to the sky," Tian Sangsang teased.

Zhao Chun panicked, suddenly reaching out to check for a tail, before awkwardly freezing mid-action.

He glanced weakly at Tian Sangsang, looking thoroughly mischievous.

"By the way, you should move for now. Come stay at my place," Tian Sangsang told Zhao Chun. "During this time, we all stay together."

Zhao Chun considered for a moment, then understood. He neither played coy nor declined the offer.

Given the state he was in, if he acted too pretentious, he might really lose his life.

Although he hadn’t said it aloud to Meng Shuyan, he had a rough idea that the boy had noticed his injury. Zhao Chun’s ghostly pale face made it obvious—anyone could take one look and tell he was unwell. A gust of wind might just send him floating away, like a dandelion.

"Chun Zisu, are you in pain? Should I blow on it for you~~?" The little one didn’t dare get too close. Standing half a meter away, he cautiously frowned at him, his eyes brimming with tears.

"It’s okay, Yanyan, don’t worry. Uncle really isn’t hurt at all." Zhao Chun blinked a few times and spread his hands lightly. "See? There’s nothing wrong with me."

Meng Shuyan inspected him carefully for a while, then rubbed his chin in thought. "No external wounds... but maybe internal ones. Auntie Guan said internal injuries are inside the body—you can’t see them with your eyes."

Just like his little sister in the womb—also invisible to the eye.

"Yanyan, come here, really—no problem," Zhao Chun said, beckoning him with a warm smile. "Or do you want to touch and check?"

Tian Sangsang, watching from the side, was nervous. This guy was still pretending to be fine? Yesterday, he had been wailing in pain.

Luckily, Meng Shuyan was not the kind of child who didn’t know his limits. He didn’t poke Zhao Chun’s stomach but instead touched his fingertips lightly. Zhao Chun took the opportunity to hold his little hand and said, "Let’s head inside."

Meng Shuyan’s eyes arched into smiling crescents.

With four people living together, a question naturally arose—who would cook?

We could rule out the four-year-old Meng Shuyan and the injured Zhao Chun. That left only Tian Sangsang and Guan Kunling.

Zhao Chun, still unwilling to accept defeat, struggled to stand and declared, "Don’t help me—I can still cook!"

He earned himself a round of side-eyes.

Guan Kunling stood up and said lightly, "I’ll cook."

Tian Sangsang’s brow twitched. "No!"

The words almost flew out of her mouth, startling Zhao Chun.

The ever-insightful Meng Shuyan glanced around. Auntie Guan was great at everything—except cooking~~!

Guan Kunling shot her a faint, hurt look.

With a reassuring smile, Tian Sangsang said, "We already bought everything. Let’s just do hot pot today—it’s quick and easy. I’ll handle it; Kunling, you don’t know how."

"You can give instructions," Guan Kunling insisted, adamant not to let her do the work. "I’ll handle it."

Thankfully, hot pot was simple and not troublesome to prepare. All they needed to do was get the ingredients ready and clean. Considering Zhao Chun’s condition, Tian Sangsang prepared a non-spicy broth base.