Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 528: Don’t go to 512, you shouldn’t go

In the past few days, Tian Sangsang and the others had stayed in the courtyard house without encountering anything troubling. Their three rooms were connected, so they could look out for each other in case of any emergency. On this particular night, though they had not completely let down their guard, the overwhelming drowsiness eventually got the better of them.

Meng Shuyan kept an early biological clock, usually sleeping early and rising early, unable to stay up late. By not even nine o’clock, he was already extremely drowsy. The moment he hit the bed, he fell asleep. Tian Sangsang followed suit, her body weary and drained.

In the middle of the night, an eerie silence encompassed everything.

Tian Sangsang felt someone gently nudging her, but she was so groggy that she had no desire to open her eyes. Suddenly, a faint and trembling "Mommy" reached her ears.

Mommy... Who would call me Mommy?

Especially in the dead of night.

Wait, that voice—it sounds like my son!

She jolted awake, her entire body snapping out of sleep! That soft murmur from her dream shattered her fatigue in an instant, leaving her utterly awake yet slightly disoriented.

Sitting up in bed, Tian Sangsang couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or in reality. A wave of emptiness surged into her chest.

Why was she feeling this strange emptiness? Perhaps it was because the room was too dark, the moonlight too faint.

Instinctively, she glanced to her side, her eyes widening in terror. Where was her son?!

She yanked the blanket aside—empty!

A deafening boom echoed within her mind, as if something had exploded and reverberated endlessly.

A cold, bone-chilling sensation coursed from her feet to every corner of her body.

"Yanyan."

Her reaction, as anyone’s would be in such a moment: waking up in the middle of the night, finding her son missing, uncovering only an empty space under the blanket. She glanced around the room, her eyes locking onto the open door. Her entire body broke out in cold sweat. It was terrifying—silent and soundless.

At some unknown point while she was waking, while she was groggy, while she was panicking—a shadowy figure had been quietly watching her from not far from the bed. And yet, until now, she hadn’t noticed.

When did he come in?

He stood there motionless, as if blending into the darkness of the night, his entire body shrouded in black—like an inkstone. Only his eyes flickered faintly, like ghostly glimmers in the dark.

It was then that she noticed the figure was holding a child.

The child was trapped in his arms, unable to move!

Neither the man in black nor she moved. They were locked in a silent standoff. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

After a while, her voice sharpened: "Yanyan? Yanyan!"

But the child in his arms didn’t answer!

That’s not right, his mouth had been covered, leaving him unable to make a sound.

Tian Sangsang climbed out of bed, her beautiful eyes ablaze with fury.

This thing—neither man nor ghost—why not show your face? Have the guts to stand still, don’t just hover there.

Wearing black all the time—what does that prove?

"Who are you?! Give my son back to me!"

Her anger surged as she snarled at him, her words demanding answers while she steadily advanced step by step. But before her voice had even fully fallen, the man in black darted out the door. It seemed he had been waiting for her to leave the bed, for her movement, toying with her. He hadn’t left earlier but chose to leave just as she came demanding her child.

Tian Sangsang quickly turned on the light and chased after him.

At the doorway, she almost collided with Zhao Chun, who had also been startled awake. From the courtyard came the sounds of a fierce fight—Guan Kunling was fighting the man in black.

Suddenly, the two figures separated sharply.

"I’ve been waiting for you all along."

Standing quietly, Guan Kunling’s cold lips parted: "Put Yanyan down. Let’s settle this one-on-one."

The man in black placed Meng Shuyan on the ground, his piercing gaze reflecting a cutting sharpness. "I’ve been waiting for you too." But it wasn’t for a one-on-one battle.

Something was wrong.

Tian Sangsang listened to their exchange, a sense of looming danger flickering in her mind, threatening to erupt.

It was too quiet—so quiet it was creepy.

But she couldn’t afford to think about it; her whole heart was on her son.

She caught the running Meng Shuyan and looked him over anxiously. "Are you hurt?"

Meng Shuyan shook his head quickly. "No, not at all. He just covered my mouth for a little bit."

"Yanyan, come here to Uncle." Zhao Chun beckoned to him. Meng Shuyan walked to his side, standing close by, his eyes fixed on the man in black in the courtyard, lost in thought.

It had been too dark earlier for him to see this man clearly. Now he could. Dressed entirely in black, with no exposed skin—only a pair of eyes. The instinctive sharpness of a child told him, after just one glance: I’ve seen those eyes before.

Zhao Chun was still unwell, and Meng Shuyan was just a child. Tian Sangsang wanted them to go inside, but neither was willing. The man in black’s target clearly wasn’t them—it was Guan Kunling.

After exchanging a few quick blows, the man in black retreated toward the door, with Guan Kunling in swift pursuit.

"Kunling! Where are you going?"

Her face pale, she called out.

Guan Kunling paused, glanced back at her, and said calmly, "Don’t worry. I’m going to catch him; I’ll be back soon." Her tone was like rippling water, like the moonlight—completely devoid of fear.

No, don’t go.

Please don’t go.

Her words formed but never escaped her lips. Guan Kunling was already gone, disappearing beyond the doorframe faster than she could even speak.

"Kunling—Kunling—" Tian Sangsang’s heart sank, belatedly registering the gravity of the situation.

She had a feeling that tonight’s appearance by the man in black was just an act—a diversion. His real goal might very well have been to lure Kunling out. They were targeting Kunling, and they were planning something big.

"Sangsang." Zhao Chun couldn’t help but call out to her. He thought she had been acting strange since earlier—restless and anxious. Was it the man in black that had terrified her? It must be. Everyone had been living in constant fear lately. But they should trust Kunling—believe that Kunling would return.

But Tian Sangsang, consumed by worry, didn’t hear his call. She didn’t care about her own heavily pregnant state and hurriedly walked to the doorway. Stepping outside, she saw no one, but she didn’t give up and took a few steps further into the night.

The evening wind blew against her, chilling her to the bone, lifting the hem of her dress.

The night was dark as ink, and as she looked up, she saw a lone crescent moon in the sky.

Zhao Chun followed her out, asking with concern, "What’s wrong with you?"

"It’s so late, and Kunling is still out there chasing. I’m afraid she might get into trouble," she replied, looking at him uneasily.

Ever since that incident, Zhao Chun had become Kunling’s number one supporter. He smiled faintly. "I can assure you, Kunling is incredibly skilled—no one can match her in a fight. You didn’t see how she saved me that day; it was like watching a secret agent in action."

After speaking, his gleaming, clear eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed. "Even so, we can’t keep being this passive. This time, Kunling handled it. If she manages to catch him, great. If not, we should just call the police and let them deal with this."

Tian Sangsang pressed her lips together. That’s right, there was no need to overthink it.

Better to deal with the police than with those people.