CHAPTER 338: 324 I THOUGHT YOU WERE VERY HAPPY LAST NIGHT

"Where’s Sangsang? Why haven’t I seen her?" You Huixixi glanced behind him. She had wanted to continue her last conversation with her about how to have a son. Actually, she wasn’t entirely biased against daughters, but her mother-in-law still preferred boys. Besides, her family had already adopted a daughter. If she gave birth to another girl... Tian Sangsang, on the other hand, had a son right from the first birth. Spending more time with her might bring some good fortune.

"Aunt Huihui," Meng Shuyan quickly interjected, tilting his head up and speaking innocently, "My mom is still sleeping in. She slept later than me." The little guy looked rather smug.

Jiang Jinghuai’s gaze deepened.

You Huixixi froze for a moment, then immediately understood. Oh, she absolutely understood.

...

Jiang Jinghuai pushed the door open and walked in. He saw her still lying in bed, seemingly awake, but turned to her side and clutching the blanket.

He approached, his tall and straight figure casting a shadow over the bed. Sitting down, he placed his hand on the blanket and softly said, "Sangbao, get up and eat."

No response.

He reached out and lightly pinched her cheek.

She appeared annoyed, flinging his hand away and sitting up immediately.

Her expression was indifferent, her gaze icy cold—so cold that even the scorching sunlight outside couldn’t warm her.

"I thought you were very happy last night. Of course, that happiness was my gift to you," Jiang Jinghuai said, his lips curving into a faint smile tinged with disappointment as he looked at her.

Tian Sangsang recalled the scenes from last night, finding them utterly horrifying! She immediately sneered, "You forced me. There was no happiness involved."

"None? Not even a little?" Clearly, it had become enjoyable later on.

"Jiang Jinghuai," Tian Sangsang took a deep breath, her chest tight. "Do you even understand that this isn’t the point?"

"I don’t understand," he shook his head, his dark eyes fixed on her. "Can you just be straightforward with me?"

"Alright, then let me tell you." She emphasized each word heavily, "The point is, we may share the same bed, but we can’t communicate. I can’t connect with you. I think we aren’t suitable for each other."

He smirked self-deprecatingly, "So you’re planning to toss me aside now after you’ve gotten what you wanted. This is who you are, Tian Sangsang. Does your conscience never hurt?"

"And you’re the type who punishes me with silent treatment whenever you’re in a bad mood."

Tian Sangsang found it funny, "Who’s really the one without a conscience? When you abandoned Yanyan, didn’t you feel like you were the one lacking a conscience?!"

As she spoke, an aching sadness overwhelmed her.

Big tears, like broken strings of pearls, streamed down endlessly.

He grasped her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace, "I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

At this moment, he truly didn’t know what else to say and could only repeat his apologies. But Tian Sangsang felt that "I’m sorry" still wouldn’t address the real issue; Jiang Jinghuai fundamentally didn’t understand the key point.

"Give me another chance. Sangbao, please tell me—what do you want from me to be satisfied?"

"I don’t want anything. Let’s just go back to the way we were before, respecting each other as acquaintances. That’s not a bad arrangement."

He released her, "Is that truly what you want?"

She replied coldly, "Yes."

Jiang Jinghuai: "Alright."

**

Because of the rumors circulating in the barracks, the military wives spontaneously agreed to maintain internal peace. Suddenly, Tian Sangsang recalled what Zhao Chun had said the other day about some movements from higher-up—how "Desire" had been axed and whether it was related to the upcoming inspection team Beijing was sending to all locations, as Jiang Jinghuai mentioned.

Tian Sangsang lifted the blanket and got out of bed. The moment she left the quilt’s warmth, an intense chill wrapped itself around her. The north’s winter was different from the south’s. In the south, some regions didn’t get snow in winter, but it was still cold. That coldness seeped into your skin, bones, and blood gradually, like being peeled layer by layer.

She put on a white sweater, a long black coat, and a pair of black pants. These pants were smuggled from the space where she kept her belongings, lined with fleece inside. She also added a long, white wool scarf.

After washing up, she tied her hair back and dabbed a little moisturizer on her face with her fingers. In winter, under the assault of icy winds, even the best skin needed some layer of protection.

On the table in the living room, breakfast was laid out, steaming hot.

Tian Sangsang was momentarily dumbfounded. She hadn’t even started cooking breakfast yet—could anyone explain this to her?

Jiang Jinghuai, sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, tilted his head slightly at this moment, his gaze faintly landing on her face.

She ignored him entirely, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Son?"

Meng Shuyan chuckled from the side, "Mom, we’ve already eaten. Dad brought this back for you from the mess hall. It’s delicious, oh~"

Oh.

Oh!

A ready-made bowl of breakfast versus cooking her own—clearly, she’d choose the former.

Tian Sangsang awkwardly sat down in a chair. There was a bowl of freshly cooked rice noodles, hot and steamy. Locally, it was customary to have noodles or rice noodles for breakfast. It looked good, though far inferior to her own cooking. The ingredients weren’t bad—a small pile of pickled mustard greens, minced meat, a few sprigs of green vegetables, and even a poached egg on top. The rest of the minor seasonings were passable.

Eating a bite, her body and mind warmed up. She was hungry, so she finished the whole bowl.

After breakfast, Tian Sangsang went downstairs.

In the winter, basking in the sun was an immense pleasure. A group of military wives gathered downstairs to enjoy the sunlight.

Since Tian Sangsang had risen to fame, she often stayed home, avoiding going out. The others gradually accepted this. She didn’t want to attract attention—being famous invites scrutiny. If she only existed in movies, it would be fine, but she happened to exist among them; moreover, she had performed the first on-screen kiss post-National Liberation as a married woman. Naturally, many began to gossip. Although they refrained from saying much due to her "queen bee" temperament, they still talked behind her back.

Many of them felt sorry for Captain Jiang inwardly, thinking that having a beautiful wife just brought more troubles. When he went out on assignments, he even had to worry about whether his wife would run off with someone else.

So this was the first time in a while that they had seen Tian Sangsang.

You Huixixi greeted her warmly with a smile, waving, "Sangsang, you finally came! Come sit!"

Tian Sangsang sat beside her and asked softly, "Sister Huihui, what are you all talking about?" Isn’t there gossip wherever women gather? She wanted to catch up on the chatter.

Qin Lan answered, "What else? In a few days, the higher-ups will send people down! It’ll surely be lively again then!" Where there was trouble, nobody wanted to be the target.

Tian Sangsang glanced calmly at her, not wanting to engage further.

You Huixixi, however, seemed to have some inside information and said, "I heard it’s people from the Disciplinary Inspection Committee who are being sent here. Leading the team is a female cadre."