Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 128 - 124 She is my future sister-in-law

Chapter 128: 124 She is my future sister-in-law

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Chen Ming immediately burst into hearty laughter, sweeping away his previous dejected state: "Alright, table sharing it is. Sangsang, you’re the one who said it."

After freeloading a few meals at Tian Sangsang’s house, Chen Ming’s tastes had improved considerably. Now, hearing about table-sharing, he was more than eager.

Hmph, it’s just hotpot, right? What’s so special about it? Sangsang hardly ever touches food like this normally. Why are they all looking at Tian Sangsang so enthusiastically? Isn’t it just eating? Other than eating, what else can she do? Can she sing, dance, or read?

Why is it that everyone, from her cousin to the two people in front of her, acts like this?

Yao Fangfang stood frozen in place, stunned. It was her first time seeing Chen Ming laugh, and laugh so freely, but this laughter was directed at Tian Sangsang—a fat pig.

"Here’s your money!" Jealousy flared up in Yao Fangfang’s heart. She rudely stretched out her hand, deliberately raising her voice to attract Chen Ming’s attention.

Though her words were directed at Tian Sangsang, her eyes were fixed on Chen Ming, not missing a single one of his expressions.

Startled by her voice, Chen Ming only gave her a brief glance, as if she was nothing more than air to him. His face remained expressionless as he turned to talk to Chen Ying.

The two appeared to have known each other for a long time, with Chen Ming affectionately calling out throughout the conversation: "Yingzi, Yingzi..."

Damn Yingzi! Yao Fangfang’s almond-shaped eyes widened, practically spitting fire. You vile woman!

"Oh, okay." Tian Sangsang nodded, took the money, and completely ignored Yao Fangfang. She continued chatting and laughing with Chen Ming and the others: "Tonight we’re definitely having hotpot, haha... but before we eat hotpot... we need to wash the lamb and beef... and as for the greens, Chinese cabbage, cilantro, bamboo shoots, bean sprouts, shiitake mushrooms, dried tofu, etc., not only do they need to be washed, they also need to be chopped..."

Chen Ming froze briefly before suddenly clapping his hands and laughing. Was this inviting people for a meal or hiring them for labor?

Still, he had no objections to doing work—in fact, he was more than happy to!

"Sure, leave it all to Yingzi and me—we’ll make sure to prep everything before you start cooking hotpot. But first, I need to take a shower to cool off."

"By the way, where’s Yanyan? I’ll go find him to shower together."

"He’s in the room writing," Tian Sangsang replied, blocking him. "Better not."

The thought of group trips to the bathroom seemed odd enough, but comradeship in bathing? Tian Sangsang worried about Meng Shuyan being taken advantage of by this peculiar uncle.

Chen Ming had completely adopted the look of a South Korean middle-aged man—scruffy, gloomy, and sloppy. Anyone who’s seen South Korean movies knows the type of middle-aged man I’m talking about. Especially the South Korean police officers in suspense films, they’re always smoking a cigarette, angrily kicking a wall and yelling, "Ah, shibal..."

"Sangsang, I have to say, you’re way too strict. Yanyan is still so young—what’s he even writing?" Chen Ying, sympathetic toward the little dumpling, pursed her lips. "Other kids his age would be running wild by now."

Tian Sangsang gave her a look that said, "Clearly, you’ve never been a mom," and replied earnestly, "Education has to start early."

"What early education? When my brother was that age, my mom said he was still wetting the bed." Chen Ying grinned mischievously as she glanced at Chen Ming.

"Yingzi, what nonsense are you spouting? Are you even really my sister?" A blush crept onto Chen Ming’s serious face. "Do you even know your facts? When I was that age, you hadn’t even been born yet. ...Ugh, this heat is unbearable."

Brother? What brother? Yao Fangfang looked at the two of them in shock. They’re siblings?

A chill slowly crept up from the soles of her feet, spreading through her entire body. Regret almost drowned her!

Looking again, their facial features indeed bore a resemblance. In her carelessness, she had offended her potential future sister-in-law! Yao Fangfang wanted to die of shame!

Suddenly, Chen Ming took off his singlet, exposing his well-toned upper body.

"Ah!" Startled, Yao Fangfang quickly turned away, her face flushed, heartbeat racing.

"Why are you still here?" Only now did Chen Ying notice her presence, equally expressing disdain with her gaze.

Tian Sangsang turned her head in surprise. Indeed, why was Yao Fangfang still standing here? Hadn’t she given her the change?

She looked down to double-check—two dollars and forty cents, exactly right.

Seeing Chen Ming look her way, Yao Fangfang grew extremely shy. Covering her face and biting her lip, she fled in embarrassment, clutching her mung bean cakes.

The incident with Yao Fangfang left no lasting impression in the minds of the other three—it was just a fleeting interlude.

"Hey! Brother! Why are you taking off your shirt? Put it back on!" Chen Ying reacted as if she’d been pricked by a needle, hurriedly grabbing Chen Ming’s shirt to shove onto his head.

Chen Ming stumbled backward two steps, blocking her hand with outstretched arms: "Yingzi, what are you doing? It’s just too damn hot!"

Chen Ying awkwardly glanced at Tian Sangsang before scolding Chen Ming angrily: "Have some shame—there’s still other women here!"

Chen Ming froze in place.

For a modern woman who’d seen men bare-chested, in shorts, pixelated, and even fully nude, Tian Sangsang didn’t particularly care. But seeing their serious expressions, she was amused and deliberately gave Chen Ming’s physique a closer inspection. Not bad—a sign of youth!

"Yingzi, it’s fine. Don’t treat me as a woman." Tian Sangsang returned her gaze nonchalantly.

"How is this fine..." Chen Ying furrowed her elegant brows, feeling increasingly sympathetic. Sangsang had already degraded herself to such a level, not even wanting to be a woman anymore—though to be fair, she did resemble a Black person more anyway.

"Yingzi, are you worried about me and your brother..." Tian Sangsang started but trailed off.

Chen Ming suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, raising his brows: "I trust Sangsang. In this whole wide world, anyone might do such things to me—but not Sangsang."

Tian Sangsang gave him a surprised look. He really knew her well.

How could it not happen? Chen Ying felt despair—her brother was flipping truth upside down.

Soon, Chen Ming emerged from the room, carrying Meng Shuyan in his arms.

Meng Shuyan, who had been diligently writing only to be abruptly plucked from his spot, looked utterly bewildered, his large, bright eyes shining with confusion.

He stretched his chubby little hands toward Tian Sangsang and Chen Ying, crying for help: "Ah... Mama... Auntie Yingzi, the Big Bad Wolf has taken me away!"

His curly hair was fluffy, his little face was fair and tender, and his dark eyes glistened—he really did look like a lamb being snatched by a wolf, his adorable appearance melting Chen Ying’s heart as she chased after him.

As for Little Milk Tea, you wonder where it was? It had already latched firmly onto Chen Ming’s pant leg with its tiny sharp teeth.

"Yanyan, how could you call Uncle the Big Bad Wolf? Next time Uncle won’t give you soda!" Chen Ming feigned anger, giving Meng Shuyan’s little bottom a playful pat. "Uncle’s taking you to shower."

"No... Mama said boys and boys shouldn’t touch each other," Meng Shuyan resisted futilely.

A three-year-old already using idioms flawlessly!

...

Sharing a meal among the four was always lively.

As evening descended, Tian Sangsang carried a rectangular wooden table out to the backyard, Chen Ming brought over the lit stove, and Chen Ying arranged chairs and benches.