Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s
Chapter 84 - 082 There’s a Man (Vote for Monthly Pass!)

Chapter 84: 082 There’s a Man (Vote for Monthly Pass!)

The evening sky was blanketed with crimson clouds.

Little Milk Tea barked incessantly outside the yard.

Meng Shuyan ran outside and saw a filthy man lying outside the courtyard, startling him. "Mom, there’s a beggar passed out here!" he shouted into the house.

Poor guy. This beggar looks like a wounded fawn.

What? That little brat? This is Tian Sangsang’s house? Damn it!

Zhao Chun struggled to reach up and ruffle his hair, then touched his face. They actually called him a beggar? Damn it to hell! Alright, fine, maybe he hadn’t washed his face for three days. Or taken a bath. And, fine, maybe he was starting to attract fleas. Ughhhh... nausea rising... mustn’t puke.

"Don’t look." His voice came out. It was hoarse, raspy like an old man’s, his throat parched beyond belief.

"Uncle, are you starving? We have some food at home." The child’s big, dark eyes looked at him, brimming with purity and kindness.

Zhao Chun’s eyes stung, and the tears fell. He struggled to wipe them away, only for his hand to come away smeared with grime and filth. When the dragon’s in shallow water, it’s mocked by the shrimps; when the tiger descends from the mountain, it’s bullied by the dogs. He’d always had the world at his feet, and now even a little kid pitied him. Yet it was precisely this pity that moved him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tall figure by the fence. Damn it, it was Tian Sangsang! But he didn’t even have the strength to curse anymore...

Tian Sangsang could hardly reconcile the blackened, ragged man reeking of stench before her with the clean-shaven young man she’d met that day. To top it off, his hair was basically a garbage dump, with flies buzzing cheerily around it.

"Yanyan, hold Little Milk Tea and stand back. Stay away from this trash; he’s got flies on him," Tian Sangsang instructed.

Blood vessels bulged in Zhao Chun’s reddened eyes. His mouth gaped, poised to unleash some profanities, but all he could manage were ragged breaths. "Damn it..." Trash? Did she just call him trash?

"Shut up!" Damn it, you can’t get ivory out of a dog’s mouth. Tian Sangsang bent down viciously.

"Wha... what are you doing..." His monolid eyes widened as he stammered weakly. What was she planning? Murder?

To think his lifetime of glory might end at the hands of a plump woman? If only Jiang Jinghuai were here now. He’d make sure Jiang Jinghuai threw this woman in jail.

"Yanyan, do you recognize this person?" Tian Sangsang turned her head and asked.

Meng Shuyan, holding Little Milk Tea, slowly walked over to the person lying on the ground. He stood tall, gazing downward with his handsome, serious little face. His jet-black almond-shaped eyes seemed unusually pensive.

"Woof!" Little Milk Tea, apparently displeased by the filthy sight on the ground, swiftly jumped off Meng Shuyan’s arms. Once on the ground, it turned its little back toward Zhao Chun, standing right next to his cheek.

Damn it. Why does this feel like even the dog’s disgusted with me?

"Mom, is he the handsome uncle from the other day?" the little one asked doubtfully.

"You think he’s handsome?"

"Handsome... he’s handsome..." Meng Shuyan stroked his chin with comical seriousness. "But a little dumb."

Meng Shuyan remembered that day. This so-called handsome uncle had tried to grab him. That would’ve been fine—they could’ve kept it simple. But no, this ’handsome uncle’ had to overcomplicate things, smiling widely while saying: "Hey, little buddy, don’t be scared. Uncle’s here to take you out for some good eats, yeah? Don’t resist, okay? If you resist, Uncle might have to hurt you... but you’re so cute, Uncle just can’t bear to hurt you... so be good and come into Uncle’s arms, alright?"

Tian Sangsang burst out laughing. "He’s nearly dying now. Do you think we should save him? After all, he did try to kidnap you the other day to make you Boss Piao’s kid." She asked Meng Shuyan on purpose, curious to hear what her son would say.

"If we don’t save him, will he die?"

"He will."

"Will he turn into a star?"

"Have you ever seen such a dirty star?"

Meng Shuyan shook his head. "Mom, let’s save him. He’s so pitiful. Besides, even if we save him, he can’t take us away. And... he’s kinda dumb anyway."

Zhao Chun’s tears suddenly began to pour like a storm. Damn it. Who are you calling dumb?

"Mom, he seems like he can’t walk. How do we get him into the house? Should we ask Granny Zhong for help?" Meng Shuyan, angelic as ever, asked.

"No need. Just a simple task."

Tian Sangsang smiled easily, reaching out with one hand to hook under his back and the other to scoop under his legs. Effortlessly, she lifted him up. And yes, it was a perfect princess carry.

"Put... put me down... Tian Sangsang..." Zhao Chun used all his strength to writhe in her arms, his face burning red. A profound sense of humiliation surged from his heart. "Mother of... damn it!"

Tian Sangsang frowned and flung him to the ground with a thud. Zhao Chun landed face-down, coughing weakly. "Cough, cough, I..."

"You what?" A blackened face stared back at him in his vision.

He dared not utter the word "damn" that lingered at the edge of his lips. Zhao Chun’s eyes darted, wide with fear as he looked at her. "I... don’t want to die."

"Well, there you go." Tian Sangsang picked him up once again and carried him inside.

Meng Shuyan stood frozen like a wooden puppet.

Little Milk Tea wagged his tail happily and kicked his tiny legs as he followed Tian Sangsang.

[: I seem to glimpse the shadow of the Warlord from Manhaar Planet.]

[: The hero who defeated the Zerg?]

[: Damn it! Men from Blue Planet are such weaklings. The shame of mankind.]

[My Mecha, My Rules: I spent the night consulting ancient texts. This kind of person has a term in old civilizations: "Submissive."]

Tian Sangsang placed him disdainfully on the bed. From just laying him down, the bedding would need to be washed. "Now, you’ve got three choices to make. First—"

Zhao Chun’s frail frame trembled under the blanket, his tearful eyes filled with defiance. "I... I won’t sell my body." After all, when dealing with Jiang Jinghuai, he’d often heard Jiang’s mantra: "The village girls are desperate, the village women fierce as tigers." He was well aware that some widows in these rural areas had peculiar tastes for strong, handsome young men—just like himself.

"Don’t think just because you’re filthy, I’m interested," Tian Sangsang shot him a glance and said coldly. "Three choices: take a bath first, eat first, or fix your foot first. Which is it?"

Zhao Chun looked up at her pitifully. "I’m hungry."

There were leftovers from lunch—some rice, dishes, and soup. Tian Sangsang reheated them one by one. Since she was dieting, she ate sparingly, leaving behind quite a bit. She set up a small table by the bed and served the food. The dish, meat, soup, and rice appeared surprisingly appetizing, with visual appeal and aroma to match. Yet Zhao Chun had no time to marvel at the farm’s supposed prosperity. He grabbed the chopsticks, shoving rice into his mouth with gusto. Before swallowing, he stuffed vegetables in, and before chewing the veggies, he pushed in a piece of chicken. His cheeks were puffed like a chipmunk storing nuts. The past few days, all he’d been given were steamed buns, wild greens, or peanuts. Damn it—there wasn’t even a hint of oil.

Zhao Chun couldn’t help it. Tears streamed down his face.