Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 558 - 542 nights

The light in the living room was on, glowing in a soft amber hue.

"That." Despite treating Zhao Chun as her close friend, at this moment, it was just the two of them and a baby. Tian Sangsang was too embarrassed to easily utter the words "to feed."

She spoke calmly: "Give me Tang Yuan’er, I can stop his crying."

He was clearly hungry.

Zhao Chun’s eyes widened briefly before suddenly realizing.

Ah, to nurse.

He blankly watched Tian Sangsang take Little Tangyuan into her arms, his face flushing bright red. He pursed his lips and said, "I’ll come back here to hold Tangyuan in a bit." Without waiting for a response, he strode back to his room without hesitation.

Tian Sangsang cradled her pitifully crying little son and loosened her blouse. The moment Little Tangyuan caught the scent of milk, he immediately lunged forward and noisily latched on, stopping his crying.

He still had teardrops on his cheeks. Tian Sangsang gently wiped them away, her heart melting completely into a puddle.

In the room next door, Meng Shuyan was woken up by the commotion. He rolled around on the bed twice, covering his ears: Little rascal!

This kid is such a little rascal!

After satiating himself, Tian Sangsang kissed Little Tangyuan’s forehead. He was so small, snuggling into her arms like a little piglet, sleeping soundly without any fuss.

The house fell silent once more, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

What they didn’t know, however, was that this business of waking in the middle of the night wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning.

Not only the beginning but a regular occurrence.

This household was about to experience utter chaos.

**

Unlike the lively commotion in the courtyard house, the Hua Family’s atmosphere was calm.

Hua Jun sat shyly on the bright red bridal bed, her smile tinged with bashfulness and timidity.

Looking at herself today, she felt she’d proven that saying true—what goes around comes around. A few years ago, fortune had turned to Tian Sangsang, giving her two sons. Now, it was Hua Jun’s turn.

Thinking about Tian Sangsang’s two sons, jealousy flared in Hua Jun’s eyes.

Back when they weren’t married, she had no feelings toward Tian Sangsang’s children. But now that they were husband and wife, whenever she thought of those two kids, it felt as though her husband had gone off and fathered them elsewhere.

On her wedding night, such thoughts were inappropriate. Hua Jun lightly shook her head.

But if not those thoughts, then what else was there to think about?

Her cheeks grew warm.

She was a woman nearing thirty, and yet still a maiden.

She was filled with anticipation and longing.

There was no denying it—between Jiang Jinghuai and Ye Jiang, she’d always preferred Jiang Jinghuai, but she leaned more toward Ye Jiang.

Ye Jiang worked diligently under her father. He wasn’t as upright as Jiang Jinghuai. Ye Jiang, out of a sense of gratitude for her father’s life-saving act, had agreed without hesitation to marry her. He was straightforward and uncomplicated, unlike Jiang Jinghuai, who carried a certain depth and complexity.

And most importantly, Ye Jiang didn’t know Tian Sangsang—this was what mattered most to Hua Jun.

Recalling how Tian Sangsang had been so enraged earlier today that her face turned pale and she nearly went into labor, an immense satisfaction swelled in Hua Jun’s heart.

Outside, the noise grew louder, and Hua Jun quickly sat up straight.

It turned out Hua Zifeng had brought groomsmen, bridesmaids, and young guests to cause some wedding-night mischief.

In the crowd’s midst was Jiang Jinghuai, dressed sharply in a traditional Chinese suit.

He appeared tipsy. His handsome face was tinged crimson, and he’d clearly had a lot to drink—even his normally deep, dark eyes were clouded with intoxication. Hua Jun looked worried and stood up to assist him: "Ye Jiang."

Then, turning to Hua Zifeng, she asked, "Why has he had so much to drink?"

Hua Zifeng grinned mischievously and raised an eyebrow: "Sis, are you already feeling protective?"

"We haven’t even gotten started yet."

The crowd burst into laughter, filling the bridal room with jubilant cheer.

The women in the room looked on enviously at Hua Jun—the groom was simply too stunning, dashing and elegant.

Tonight, he’d shed his usual aloofness, his tipsy air making him irresistibly endearing.

Unfortunately, though, he wasn’t their groom.

The mischief followed the usual customs, all of which were orchestrated by Hua Zifeng.

Hua Jun was typically a serious person and didn’t care much for these games, but surprisingly, she didn’t mind them tonight.

When it came time to drink the ceremonial "crossed-cup wine," she and Ye Jiang faced one another.

His fresh yet fiery breath brushed against her face, making her bow her head shyly. Her face turned completely red.

Next was biting into an apple.

After that, they had to eat the "fertility dumplings."

Hua Jun took a bite of the dumpling and looked at Ye Jiang. Her heart welled with warmth.

She understood the symbolism behind the dumplings—prosperity and fertility, a wish for many offspring.

At that moment, her thoughts turned once again to Tian Sangsang. Was it a boy or a girl that she’d delivered today?

The guests teased: "Are you going to have kids right away?"

Hua Jun’s face turned even redder, but her heart felt sweet, as if coated in honey. She glanced at Ye Jiang—he was looking at her too. Under the softly glowing red lamps, there was an unspoken intensity in his gaze.

Biting her red lips slightly, Hua Jun faintly smiled: "Yes."

Hua Zifeng put up his hands, teasing, "How many?"

Hua Jun smiled without answering.

Three.

One more than Tian Sangsang—just enough.

After all the lively merriment, the bridal room returned to its quiet serenity.

Hua Jun sat fidgeting, then went to take a bath and changed her clothes before lying on the bed.

She felt like a concubine awaiting her turn, nervous yet expectant.

Soon, Jiang Jinghuai also went to bathe.

As Hua Jun lay on the bed, she felt like she was floating, right up until she heard his footsteps.

The lights went out, cloaking the room in darkness.

The curtains were only half-drawn; she could see the glittering lights outside from the bed.

She shut her eyes briefly and felt Ye Jiang lie down beside her. Even after bathing, he still carried the faint smell of alcohol.

Not just alcohol—there was a faint scent of tobacco as well.

A thought flickered through Hua Jun’s mind. Had he gone out to smoke earlier?

She knew he liked to smoke, and he’d smoked quite a few today.

She liked this mix of tobacco and alcohol scent.

For a moment, there was no movement.

For a while, there was still no movement.

Hua Jun blinked her increasingly dry eyes, not daring to turn her head and look.

Could he have fallen asleep?

Was he drunk?

So he just fell asleep?

A wave of disappointment washed over her.

Suddenly, a strong male arm wrapped around her waist, and she felt Ye Jiang press over her. She wanted to look into his eyes, but he leaned down to her... his cold lips pressing against hers, one kiss after another. Hua Jun’s heart stirred, and she reached up to embrace him tightly.

...

Hua Jun’s full-face blush and confusion.

And Jiang Jinghuai’s expressionless face hidden in the darkness.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over Hua Jun.

From head to toe.

Sodden.

Utterly limp.

Yes, just utterly limp.

Why?

He’d already fathered two children with Tian Sangsang. So why, when it came to her, was there not even a hint of excitement? After everything, was she still just a maiden?

He got up, lit a cigarette, and sat dejectedly at the edge of the bed, his voice hoarse: "Ah Jun, I’m so sorry."

It could have been attempted further, but Hua Jun’s feminine dignity held her back from saying such a thing.

Hua Jun: "Ye Jiang, don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s because you drank too much."

"I wasn’t drunk."

He exhaled a puff of smoke and stood up. His tall figure was half-shrouded in darkness:

"I can’t make you happy. My body... it’s damaged."

Hua Jun: "I believe you’ll be alright."

Jiang Jinghuai: "I won’t."

Hua Jun was on the verge of tears: "..."

What kind of situation was this?