Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 119 - 115 You seem to have lost weight

Chen Ying had cut her hair short, into a neat bob. Her clothes were no longer as outdated as before; she was now wearing a loose tracksuit. The hairstyle suited her well, making her eyes appear larger and adding a touch of charm to her face. Even though it was just sportswear, her good figure was still evident.

Meng Shuyan’s eyes sparkled with excitement when she heard it was something sent by Zhao Chun. She was visibly thrilled as soon as she stepped into the house.

Tian Sangsang chatted with Chen Ying on the side, "You’ve changed."

Chen Ying looked a little awkward, "Changed how?"

"You look better now." Tian Sangsang grinned and said, "Better than Tian Tian. Teacher Zhou must be blind."

"He always said I looked like a worn-out housewife." Chen Ying pursed her rosy lips and said with a relieved smile, "I really can’t live like I did before. But it’s not for Zhou Zheng; it’s for myself."

"Exactly." Tian Sangsang’s gaze glimmered as she looked at her. She started spewing some heartfelt philosophy, "Peace, following your heart, being carefree, and going with the flow—those are the things that change your life. It’s like that one flower blooming in a hundred years."

Chen Ying was so embarrassed by her stare that she lowered her head, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush, her fingers twisting together.

What was this? She suddenly felt an urge to strip down and swim in Tian Sangsang’s gaze. In the past, she used to fantasize about swimming in Ye Jiang’s eyes.

Wait, what! When did Tian Sangsang’s eyes get this big? When did she even develop such captivating eyes?

"You... you... you..." Chen Ying pointed at her, wide-eyed in astonishment. "You’ve gotten thinner... and fairer too."

Tian Sangsang chuckled to herself but maintained a serious expression, "Nah, I’m the same as before, still dark and chubby. Honestly, I’m so used to being this dark that if I ever turned fair, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. Staying darker is better. I’m not someone who judges by appearances anyway; I care about essence... and a little bit of looks."

"No, really. Don’t put yourself down." Chen Ying, worried she might feel bad, emphasized earnestly, "You have genuinely gotten thinner and fairer."

Finally, someone had noticed all her hard work over the past while. Tian Sangsang smirked silently but nodded solemnly, "Alright, I’ll go take a good look in the mirror later."

"You must!" Chen Ying didn’t stay long and left soon after. Tian Sangsang began inspecting the items that Zhao Chun had sent over. One look, and she was genuinely shocked.

No wonder they call him the foolish rich kid from a landlord family. Even though she thought so, Tian Sangsang’s smile never faded.

Just look at what Zhao Chun sent: notebooks, pencils, books, pens, ink, erasers, sketchpads, and so on; three sets of summer clothes, two pairs of sandals, three pairs of winter cotton pants, two sweaters, and two small jackets for Meng Shuyan; plus some treats, like dark chocolate, White Rabbit candies, a bag of oat powder, and some biscuits — all things that could be stored. There were also small toys like a toy gun and a music box, as well as an electronic watch. In this era, owning an electronic watch was unbelievably cool and flashy. Though Tian Sangsang, accustomed to modern watches, wasn’t impressed, it was undoubtedly expensive for this time—less than 100 yuan wouldn’t buy one.

Meng Shuyan held the watch in his palm, marveling at it, "Mom, the numbers on this move!"

His big, dark eyes were filled with curiosity.

Having lived in the village all his life, with the furthest place he’d ever been being the town, he knew nothing about electronics. Seeing moving numbers for the first time left him gaping wide enough to swallow a duck egg.

"That’s right, this is a watch." Tian Sangsang laughed. "Let me tell you, there’s something called a black box in the city, and it can even hold people inside. That’s a television. When we have money someday, we’ll be able to buy one too."

"Wow." Light sparkled in Meng Shuyan’s almond-shaped eyes. "It really can hold people? How does that work? People are so big, how can they fit inside? Is the black box very big?" His thirst for knowledge was insatiable.

"Well, that’s a bit complicated, son." Tian Sangsang patted his head, "Have you ever seen a movie?"

Meng Shuyan shook his head, furrowing his brows, "Mom, am I really dumb? Why don’t I know anything? Will Daddy still like me this way?"

Not knowing what an electronic watch was, not knowing about televisions, not even knowing about movies—he felt clueless about everything. Believing he was stupid, he looked downcast, deeply hurt.

"Not at all, Yanyan, you’re already very smart. Look, you can draw, and you can write, right?" Tian Sangsang cupped his face with both hands and gazed at his self-pitying little eyes, speaking softly, "We don’t know these things because we don’t have them here. Once we go to the city someday, we’ll know. The city is very big, much, much bigger than here."

Meng Shuyan struck a thinking pose. Right, Chun Zisu said he was in the city. If he hadn’t found Daddy yet, it must mean Daddy was in the city, not here—it was too small here.

"I’ll go to the city when I grow up." Meng Shuyan pressed his small lips together and said earnestly.

"Alright." Tian Sangsang pulled him into her arms and affectionately pinched his little nose. "So, little Yanyan, Chun Zisu has sent you so many gifts. What do you think we should send back in return?"

Meng Shuyan nodded solemnly, "Chun Zisu said he likes ping-pong balls."

Ping-pong balls? That was a bit tricky.

"... clothes." Meng Shuyan added.

That reminded Tian Sangsang of the pajama set she’d embroidered for Meng Shuyan before, the one with a basketball design. That Zhao Chun... what a big kid he still was.

Lastly, there was an envelope. Tian Sangsang opened it and took out some slightly yellowed letter paper and some money. On the letter was Zhao Chun’s neat and delicate handwriting. He mentioned sending fifty yuan and said the song "Daybreak" hadn’t been recorded properly yet, and he would send it after some time.

This Zhao Chun. He sent everything to her son but nothing to her.

That grievance was an injustice to Zhao Chun. First, he thought about sending Tian Sangsang some clothes but realized her bigger frame made it hard to find anything suitable in stores. Then, he thought about sending some food but remembered no one could compare with Tian Sangsang when it came to food. Next, he considered sending tapes but suddenly remembered she didn’t even have electricity there... After thinking it over, all he could send was money.

Still, Tian Sangsang only complained in her heart for a moment before she started preparing a return gift. Zhao Chun probably didn’t lack much in the city, except for food... and ping-pong clothes. After all, he sent money, so she couldn’t take advantage of him. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

She entered her space and wandered through the garden and orchard there before heading to the cellar, where she stored her treasures.

Switching on the wall light, the entire cellar lit up. It was almost like a traditional rural cellar, with wooden walls all around. Tian Sangsang liked this kind of rustic farmhouse vibe; it invoked fond memories. Stepping on the wooden planks, her footsteps were firm yet had a certain softness. The cellar was divided into two parts: one above ground and one below. The harvested fruits were kept in baskets in the cellar to stay fresh, while the shelves above were packed with jars and bottles.