Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 48: Congenital Heart Disease

Su Shuochi’s voice was like ice shards pelting Aunt Song, making her very soul tremble.

’She was starting to regret provoking the compound’s legendary hard case, even if he was a cripple now!’

But his gaze was still exceptionally fierce, like a finely honed sword.

Fear began to creep into Aunt Song’s heart, and she wanted to slip away. But she was used to throwing her weight around. "Our Song Family is the richest in this compound," she declared.

Gu Jiaojiao laughed at that. ’As if anyone is richer than me right now!’

She looked at Aunt Song with disdain. "The Song Family is rich? How much money do you have?"

Aunt Song was speechless. Her face flushed red as she fought the urge to tell Gu Jiaojiao that the Song Family was indeed rich, with a fortune of at least ten thousand yuan.

But this was 1980, and the official "ten-thousand-yuan household" commendations hadn’t started yet. She didn’t dare say it aloud; such a claim could bring disaster upon the Song Family.

Aunt Song said resentfully, "Why should I tell you? In any case, you’re not in the same league as the Song Family."

Gu Jiaojiao continued her taunts. "These days, everyone is promoting equality, yet your Song Family acts like you’re a cut above everyone else.

That’s a serious blow to socialist unity. If word of this gets out, your offense will be even greater."

Aunt Song was speechless.

’She was furious. In the past, Gu Jiaojiao would always be so submissive, trying to curry favor with me. She would have gladly carried my foot-washing water.’

’She never dared to be so insolent. Who gave this bitch the guts?’

If a crowd hadn’t gathered, she would have loved to give the bitch two hard slaps across the face.

Seeing his aunt, who was usually a conquering general, get thwarted like this, Song Zijie let out a malicious laugh.

Just moments before, his anger had been a ball of fire, burning so intensely in his chest that his whole body ached.

"You short-lived whelp, what are you laughing at? Have you no sense of loyalty to the Song family? It doesn’t matter if you die, but you should at least think about your parents..."

Gu Jiaojiao saw that Song Zijie was so enraged he looked like he was about to stop breathing. Though she despised him, she still stepped in to defend him.

"Aunt Song, I’m giving you some sincere advice: scram while you still can. Stop embarrassing yourself here, or I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from beating you to death."

"Oh, really? You think you can take me on? A bunch of sick and crippled weaklings want to hit me?"

Roaring, Aunt Song jumped off her bicycle, rolled up her sleeves, and lunged toward Gu Jiaojiao.

Gu Jiaojiao saw the big, burly Aunt Song charging at her in a rage.

She shot out a kick, striking a pressure point right below the woman’s knee. Aunt Song’s center of gravity gave way, and she collapsed to her knees in front of them.

The passersby on the road didn’t see Gu Jiaojiao’s kick. All they saw was Aunt Song dismount her bicycle and immediately kneel before the wheelchair.

"Wow, Aunt Song is so conscientious! To think she’d kneel before our hero to thank him."

"Aunt Song, since you’re being so sincere, and your Song Family is so rich, why not send some expensive medicinal herbs to help our hero treat his legs?"

"That’s right! Aunt Song is kneeling to thank him. You can tell she’s full of sincerity."

"Ah, we don’t have any money. Should we kneel too?" one simple-minded fellow asked his companion.

His companion, of course, had no desire to kneel. This was the new society; it wasn’t like the old feudal days.

"If Aunt Song herself is kneeling, then of course we should too," said one of Song Zijie’s cronies, appearing out of nowhere.

After saying this, he actually knelt down beside Aunt Song, looking at his boss with a sincere expression.

He silently repeated to himself three times, ’I’m kneeling for my boss, not for some hero.’

When the simple-minded fellow saw the youth kneel to Aunt Song’s left, he immediately knelt to her right.

He even began to chant, "Thank you, hero, for your sacrifice. I don’t have any money to help treat your legs, but I thank you with all my heart."

Aunt Song’s legs were numb. She tried to stand but couldn’t. She wanted to start cursing, but she didn’t know where to begin.

’Does she have to tell everyone that she was trying to hit Gu Jiaojiao, only to be kicked to the ground by that bitch?!’

Especially when she saw Gu Jiaojiao’s eyes, which were sparkling with mirth. They were as bright as the sun, and Aunt Song didn’t dare to meet her gaze.

She was so furious she could have spat blood. "I’m not kneeling to them! I just accidentally fell off my bike."

"What! How can you say that, Aunt Song? Good thing I was being sincere when I thanked the hero."

The simple-minded fellow stood up as he spoke, because he saw the youth to his left had also stood up.

Aunt Song was speechless.

She had never been so humiliated in her life. "Gu Jiaojiao, you little bitch, aren’t you going to help me up?"

"Oh, I’ve been wanting to help you up, but I’m in such poor health that I get out of breath just from walking!"

A pair of faint dimples appeared on Gu Jiaojiao’s rosy cheeks, and her eyes were filled with sincerity.

Her earnest expression convinced everyone. One man spoke up angrily.

"You’ve gone too far! I was going to help you up, but now I don’t want to."

Even Song Zijie believed her. "We all want to help our aunt up, but we’re powerless!"

Everyone shot another sympathetic glance at the three of them. Most people in the compound knew their situation.

Song Zijie had been sickly since childhood, Gu Jiaojiao had always been frail, and Su Shuochi was paralyzed.

People tend to sympathize with the underdog, and they all began to reproach Aunt Song.

"And here we thought you were kneeling to thank our hero. Turns out you just fell down."

"Aunt Song, don’t you realize the three of them are in no position to help you up?"

"Exactly! Asking for help and still acting so high and mighty. So what if the Song Family is rich? We’ve never seen you share so much as a single steamed bun with any of us."

Amid the crowd’s condemnations, Gu Jiaojiao steadied the wheelchair, thanked everyone, and left.

In truth, she wanted to give Aunt Song another kick or two. She remembered that this woman had bullied the original owner of her body.

But with so many people watching, she couldn’t make a move. ’I’ll just have to get her next time,’ she thought.

Song Zijie had seen it all very clearly, and he was impressed that Gu Jiaojiao had managed to bring his tall aunt to her knees with a single kick.

As they moved away from the crowd, he caught up to Gu Jiaojiao and said, "Thanks for standing up for me. I would have died of anger if you hadn’t."

"You’re that weak?"

"Yes. I was born with a bad heart. I can’t handle getting too worked up." This was the first time Song Zijie had ever told an outsider about his condition.

"Let me check your pulse." Gu Jiaojiao had heard the Song family call Song Zijie a "short-lived whelp" several times today.

She had been guessing that Song Zijie might have some serious illness, but since he hadn’t mentioned it, she felt it wasn’t her place to ask.

"You have congenital heart disease. If you had received surgical treatment before the age of five...

...the malformed blood vessels could have been corrected, restoring normal heart function and resulting in a complete cure."

"What? You mean it can be cured? But Divine Doctor Jiang said it was incurable and that I wouldn’t live past twenty-five."

"If you hadn’t met me, you might not have lived past twenty-five. But you have met me, and with a suitable liver donor, it can be cured."

"What does heart disease have to do with the liver? And you want to give me someone else’s liver? In that case, I don’t want to be treated."

"I didn’t say you’d get someone’s whole liver. We would only need a small piece. It doesn’t have a major impact on the donor’s health.

The main issue for you is that you missed the optimal treatment window, which has caused liver necrosis."

Gu Jiaojiao knew that people’s mindsets were very conservative in this era. Even one’s nearest and dearest might not be willing to part with a small piece of their liver.

It all depended on how much Song Zijie’s family truly cared for him.

"Sister-in-law, are you telling the truth? Then how would we find a suitable donor?"