Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s
Chapter 86 - 084 Three of those things

Chapter 86: 084 Three of those things

Zhao Chun’s face was flushed, his neck thick with redness. In a hoarse voice, he called out, "Tian Sangsang, I’m done washing."

Outside, Tian Sangsang replied, "All done? Then I’ll come in to fetch the water."

"No! No! No!" He spat out three hurried words, clutching a blanket around him, balancing on one foot like a golden rooster standing alone, and inching his way behind the door.

"Um... I don’t have clothes." His voice was as faint as that of a mosquito.

Tian Sangsang leaned her ear closer to the door. "You don’t have what? Can you speak louder? I can’t hear you."

"I don’t... have clothes." His voice grew even softer, somehow quieter than before.

Tian Sangsang wiped off her sweat and shouted, "Are you even a man? Didn’t you eat today? Speak louder! On the day of the robbery, didn’t you yell super loudly? What don’t you have? Can you just say it all at once?"

Zhao Chun lowered his head, muttering to himself, "You still remember the robbery, huh? That happened so long ago. I can barely recall it. But no way—absolutely no way am I shouting loudly again. This woman is terrifying! I never want to drink vinegar again."

"I don’t have any clothes." Zhao Chun raised his voice slightly, closing his eyes as he said, "Lend me some clothes, please!" He thought to himself, "Tian Sangsang even has a son. Her household can’t possibly lack a man’s clothes, right? Well... wait. That’s not right. Rumor has it her husband left her because he couldn’t bear her being dark, fat, and ugly, abandoning her and their son. Maybe there really are no men’s clothes left in her house."

Tian Sangsang wiped her sweat again. Clothes? There weren’t any men’s clothes at her place. Sure, there were men in the village, but wouldn’t it be weird to borrow clothes from them?

She entered the space, heading to the underground mall, walking into several men’s clothing stores similar to Hailan House and Playboy. The menswear here looked ridiculously cool and flashy—not even a little bit close to the rural vibe she was looking for. Then she strolled over to the supermarket’s clothing section. There were lots of discounted items, but they still weren’t in a style from this era.

Hanging on the racks were rows of pang~ci~. Tian Sangsang lazily browsed through them, her eyes suddenly lighting up. They were boxers, loose-fitting, dark blue in color. These somewhat fit the aesthetic of the 1980s. She checked the price—labeled clearly at 45 each. She touched one, thinking the quality didn’t seem great. Was it a scam? Normally, a pair for 20 or 30 would suffice; these audaciously cost 45!

Right next to them was the boutique section, where items went for hundreds, with perhaps thousands only available at specialized stores.

No way. This was just an ordinary person she’d rescued, whose intentions remained unclear—friend or foe. Spending 45 green tokens hurt her heart. As the saying goes, every penny counts, and time is money, inch by inch.

That’s why Tian Sangsang shifted over to the bargain bin: 10 bucks for 3 pairs. That’s it—she would buy these!

Now for the size.

Uh... this...

S, M, L, XL, XXL...

Better pick the largest size.

Images of the man flashed through her mind. Come to think of it, she didn’t even know his name. He was tall—at least 1.8 meters with long legs—and had a bit of that fresh-faced, youthful charm.

In the end, Tian Sangsang spent 10 green tokens to buy three dark-colored pang~ci~. She removed the tags and labels, though there was no time to wash them clean. Clutching them in her hand, she pushed open the door and tossed them onto the bed.

Zhao Chun stayed rooted in place, his eyes wide as he stared at the three items on the bed. His cheeks instantly blushed red. Although he dared not ask Tian Sangsang where she’d gotten them, judging by appearance, the quality looked decent.

He had expected rural boxers to be worn-out and shabby, yet surprisingly these were brand new.

Since this room was shared by Tian Sangsang and Meng Shuyan, Tian Sangsang decided it was fine to remain in the space. She opened a wooden wardrobe and rummaged through the clothes inside, pulling out one black homespun short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black homespun shorts. The clothes were slightly oversized, but she casually tossed them onto the bed as well.

After glancing at him briefly, Tian Sangsang drawled, "There are no men’s clothes in the house, so you’ll have to make do. These are my clothes; they shouldn’t be too tight. Try them on."

It had to be said—the man looked even better after bathing. His black hair gleamed like ink, his eyebrows were long and defined, his eyes glimmered, his nose was tall, his lips were bright red, and his skin was pale and moist, like a porcelain doll. Truly, his complexion was stunning; it was obvious he’d been pampered in a wealthy family. His build was slender and upright, wrapped in the blanket, yet still exuding a robust aura.

Tian Sangsang silently boasted about her height—1.66 meters, which was nearly approaching goddess-tier height. Yet, in front of this fresh-faced youth, she still came up slightly short. Her figure, however, was two to three times wider than his. A stark comparison, enough to make anyone bitter.

Fresh-faced as he was, alas, he was far too effeminate. Like now—the shimmer in his eyes actually hinted at tears. "I..."

"You what?"

Zhao Chun held back his tears: "I’ll wear them." Terrifying. Other women would never be so nonchalant, handling three pairs of a man’s pang~ci~ without showing the slightest flinch.

"Oh, right. Here’s a belt for you. The waistband’s too loose; you’ll need to tie it up."

Zhao Chun nodded weakly.

Inside the room, as Zhao Chun dressed, his heart was breaking. Slowly, he put on the shirt, his face burning with embarrassment. When it came time to wear the pang~ci~, one of his feet couldn’t move, and he simply couldn’t get them on.

[Woosh——!!!] At that moment, a melodious tune drifted from outside the door. His wolf-like instincts sparked in his eyes. Was this... Tian Sangsang singing?

"This damned tenderness of yours makes my heart ache and tears flow. Just after we said goodbye, I found I couldn’t forget. This damned tenderness of yours makes me tremble uncontrollably. No matter how many excuses there are, I can’t bring myself to hold your hand again."

"Back then, you wanted to break up; break up, then break up. Now you say you’ll win me back with your true love. But love isn’t something you can buy and sell as you please. Let me break free, let me understand, and let go of your love."

"This life, driven mad by you, a love unmatched under the heavens. The shadow of the sword, the reflection in the water, just a memory, a memory."

"Dreams follow the wind over thousands of miles, when red dust comes and goes. The peach blossoms on the face—always a memory of longing. Another year passes from spring splendor to autumn clarity. Don’t sigh at the moon laughing at romance too much."

"Always come home for a visit; come home for a visit. Even if it’s just to wash chopsticks or rinse bowls, parents don’t ask much from their kids—not for big achievements, just a simple reunion after a lifetime of hardship."

"..."

Meng Shuyan was already accustomed to his mom’s daily singing moments. Holding Little Milk Tea, he gently patted the kitten’s chubby back with his small hands, humming softly along to the tune. In his view, his mom sang beautifully—even if each song had different imagery, each sentence shifting to a new theme, how strange! (Who told you it was one single song, though O.O)

"Tian Sangsang..." Zhao Chun’s muffled groans came from inside the room.

"Your wedding dress scorched the edges of the world like fire; since then the setting sun branded my heart like vermillion. Everyone says your eyes bloom with unparalleled peach blossoms..." The beautiful tune came to an abrupt halt. Tian Sangsang turned her head toward the door. "What is it?"

"My foot can’t move," Zhao Chun couldn’t hold back. Someone had to help him pull up the thing, but he was too embarrassed to ask directly and could only mention his immobile foot.

Tian Sangsang seemed to remember something and patted Meng Shuyan’s little shoulder. "Yanyan, that uncle’s foot can’t move. Go see if you can help him put on... his pants."

"Okay, Mommy." Meng Shuyan nodded obediently.