Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 529 - 513 Strange Girl

At some point, Meng Shuyan had walked over to their feet.

He looked up and asked, "Mom, Chun Zisu, who was that strange man just now?"

Strange man? What an appropriate choice of words by her son.

Not just strange, but downright wicked.

To think he abducted Zhao Chun and left him in this state—there’s no way he could have a kind or soft heart.

Tian Sangsang smiled and stroked his little head. "We’ll know once your Aunt Guan brings him back."

Meng Shuyan nodded energetically, just as resolute as Zhao Chun had been earlier. "Aunt Guan will definitely catch him! When she does, I’m going to rip off his cloth mask to see who he is! He’s always coming to our house to cause trouble!"

In the little guy’s eyes, besides his dad, Aunt Guan was the most powerful person. Aunt Guan was formidable, and nothing could stump her. Pouting slightly, he fixed his eager, inquisitive eyes on them. "But I still want to know who he is."

This...

The affairs of adults are not something children should know too much about.

Tian Sangsang held his hand and gently led him inside as she spoke softly, "No matter who he is, it has nothing to do with you. All you need to know is that he’s a bad man."

Recalling her son’s unusual demeanor, Tian Sangsang lowered her head and asked seriously, "Yanyan, why do you want to know who he is?" She was concerned the incident might have affected him, that his mind might involuntarily start wondering about the man in black. She’d much rather he be curious about cats and dogs than that man in black.

Such a terrifying figure should not inhabit the mind of a child his age.

Meng Shuyan pursed his lips and spoke softly, "I think I’ve seen him before."

Following silently behind them, clutching his stomach, Zhao Chun was just as shocked as Tian Sangsang.

"What did you say?" Both of them spoke almost in unison.

Meng Shuyan scratched his curly hair, paused, and said, "I’ve seen his eyes."

Tian Sangsang picked him up and placed him on the couch, sitting across from him. She knew her son—he was very clever and never spoke carelessly. But today, she realized his memory might also be unusually sharp.

"Yanyan, where did you see him?"

Meng Shuyan shook his head, looking frustrated. "I’ve seen him—I really have—but I just can’t remember."

"Take your time and think." She didn’t disturb him, letting him sit there quietly. This matter was important to them; she couldn’t afford to overlook even the smallest detail.

At this moment, she tried to dissolve the tension, emptying her thoughts entirely until her mind was blank.

Eyes—his eyes?

The first time, she hadn’t seen them. This time, she did—but those eyes were dangerous.

However, relying only on the eyes, she couldn’t recall anything. Perhaps she lacked that visceral recognition, that fatal sense of attraction. That man didn’t exist in her memory palace.

Moreover, the worlds of adults and children are different. Adults have experienced too much, seen too much; their thoughts lack the simplicity and sharpness of children’s reactions.

Zhao Chun watched the two of them, hunched slightly, his long brows furrowed. There was a faint feeling of familiarity. Not familiarity in the deepest sense, but certainly someone he’d met before—someone whose face he could remember. That’s what he thought.

Meng Shuyan, noticing how serious his mom and Chun Zisu were, didn’t dare slack off and strained his little brain to think hard.

"Mom." He opened his mouth, his eyes blinking as a memory came back to him. "I saw him when you were singing ’Hey Ya Ya.’ Hey ya hee, ya hey ya~ hee hee ya ya~~"

Hey Ya Ya—what was that?

Zhao Chun perked up, his tension immediately vanishing.

She sang Hey Ya Ya?

Tian Sangsang froze, smacking her forehead and struggling to jog her memory. Being pregnant had dulled her mind considerably. She tried to recall how many songs she’d sung—she often hummed casually in her daily life, but on stage she’d only sung two or three times. Recently, she hadn’t been singing at all.

"Yanyan, can you tell Mom the place where this happened?"

"Hmm." Meng Shuyan tapped his little chin, putting on a serious expression. "That day, I was in Dad’s arms. I saw people on the stage, and those eyes—those eyes belonged to someone I saw there."

Song, stage, Jiang Jinghuai was also present.

A flash of realization came to Tian Sangsang’s mind. She murmured, "Then it must have been at the East Sea Military District courtyard."

Zhao Chun pretended to listen attentively.

Tian Sangsang continued, "It was during Mid-Autumn. There was a Mid-Autumn Gala, and family members were allowed to go on stage to sing. At the time, I sang ’Hero Song.’ Yanyan said he noticed someone on stage and saw their eyes. If we rule out the women, it wasn’t anyone from the civilian ensemble—it had to be someone from the military district."

As this conclusion hit, both of them felt an icy chill run down their spines.

What did this imply? Someone from the military district disguised themselves as the man in black to launch a nighttime attack?

They didn’t want to believe it—or rather, they couldn’t—but now they had to try.

Tian Sangsang stared at her son’s innocent face. "Yanyan, can you figure out who that person was?"

Meng Shuyan shook his head weakly, his small mouth pouting slightly. "I can’t." He had thought about it for a long time, but if he could, he’d have already told Mom and Chun Zisu right away.

"Am I dumb because I can’t remember this?"

The little boy lowered his head in disappointment, leaving only his fluffy hair visible to them. He didn’t dare lift his gaze.

Zhao Chun sat beside him, matching his level. "No way, Yanyan. You’re already very impressive—Uncle couldn’t even begin to think of this."

Tian Sangsang added, "Mom didn’t figure it out either."

Meng Shuyan felt slightly better but still held onto some self-blame. He decided he’d think even harder.

**

Guan Kunling had chased after the figure, and in doing so, she arrived at the edge of a forest.

The man in black slipped into the woods, his body vanishing almost instantly.

Kunling narrowed her eyes faintly and stayed vigilant, refraining from entering the forest.

Something flickered.

A gust of night wind carried with it the eerie scent of the dark woods, mingling with the earthy smell of damp soil.

Suddenly, a thin layer of fog began creeping through the forest. The mist thickened, deeper and thicker, until even the trees became faint outlines within its folds.

Guan Kunling suddenly felt as though she were engulfed in the fog itself, as if it encased her completely.

Amid the haze, laughter echoed in her ears.

The first wave of laughter was crisp and bright like the chiming of silver bells; the second was mournful and haunting like a ghostly wail.

From deep within the mist, two girls emerged.

One girl had voluminous curly hair and wore a pink dress, giggling non-stop, her face radiant with smiles. The other wore a dark red dress, her body twisted awkwardly, her mouth stretched wide in a grotesque grin, claws flailing.

Kunling narrowed her eyes in thought, wondering at her condition—why her blood vessels seemed burst open.

She looked strangely familiar, as though Kunling had seen her somewhere before.

How pitiful and terrifying she seemed.

How pitiful and terrifying she seemed.

Lost in her thoughts, Guan Kunling failed to notice the approaching footsteps gradually sneaking up behind her.

The mist lifted. The world fell silent. The girls were gone.