Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 62: The Most Real Life

Seeing how sad her father was, Gu Jiaojiao tried to comfort him. "Dad, Uncle Geng’s health isn’t that bad. If he recuperates properly, living for a few more years won’t be a problem."

"Really? Ruixian, did you hear that? Jiaojiao says your illness isn’t incurable yet!"

"Jiaojiao... don’t push yourself too hard for my sake. I know my own condition!"

"Professor Gu? Professor Gu, are you there?" the farm manager called, knocking on the door.

"I’m inside. Please, come in." Mr. Gu’s voice was perfectly calm, as if he wasn’t the one who had been so emotional just moments ago.

Gu Jiaojiao had already drawn the blood. Seeing someone come in, she gave a brief nod and headed out.

"Professor Gu, is there anything you need help with?" the manager asked, his voice filled with excitement.

They had just pried information from the driver and learned that the people who arrived today were all of high status.

The men of the Gu Family were people they didn’t dare to provoke, to say nothing of the others!

"Actually, there is something you can help with. Make a bowl of plain rice porridge for my friend. He hasn’t eaten in days."

"This is truly our oversight. We’ve been so busy, and Geng Ruixian never called for us..."

The manager was telling a bald-faced lie. They had been deliberately trying to starve Geng Ruixian to death.

Their boss had received a call from the Imperial City ordering them to get rid of Geng Ruixian.

But their boss had also said that while they didn’t have great prospects, at least they were well-fed and well-clothed.

They didn’t want to kill someone just to curry favor, as they would be the ones to suffer in the end. But they didn’t dare defy an order from their superiors.

So they didn’t beat Geng Ruixian, nor did they curse him. They just planned to let him waste away on his own.

Even if someone came to investigate, they weren’t afraid. They hadn’t killed or abused him; they had just ignored him completely. That couldn’t be considered a crime, could it?

Mr. Gu didn’t want to press the issue. Having been around the managers for years, he too had been cruelly mistreated before. He knew their character all too well.

"Making porridge will take time. First, have someone bring two buckets of hot water," Geng Ruixian ordered the manager, his confidence bolstered by his powerful friends.

He wasn’t used to being so filthy. Besides, a great change had just occurred in his body; he could feel a bit of strength returning.

Of course, Geng Ruixian didn’t think he was cured. He was more inclined to believe it was a final burst of energy before death.

The moment Gu Jiaojiao entered their room, she heard Su Shuochi’s anxious voice. "Jiaojiao, how is my father-in-law’s classmate?"

"It looks very serious. I drew his blood to run some tests. Are you that worried about him?"

"Why would I be worried about him? I’m worried about you. You don’t know how treacherous people’s hearts can be... You mustn’t be too kind..."

Su Shuochi wanted to say that the mortal realm was not like the Immortal World. Suffering was everywhere, and if you were too kind, you could die without even knowing what hit you.

"I know. I understand how sinister people can be better than you do," Gu Jiaojiao calmly interrupted him.

’This man is cold and reserved in front of others, but with me, he’s practically a nagging mother hen.’

In her days with the peacekeeping forces, she had seen too many comrades die because of their kindness.

Seeing him hesitate, wanting to say more but holding back, she felt the urge to tease him.

"When I was an Immortal, I saw the battlefields of the mortal realm, where two armies were at war.

A kind soldier saw an enemy child who was hungry or sick. He felt terrible for the child and wanted to give them some of his rations.

But when the soldier wasn’t paying attention, that child took out a gun and BANG!—shot him dead. Have you ever heard of that happening?"

"I’ve heard of it, and I’ve even seen it with my own eyes. Jiaojiao, have you really seen it too?" Su Shuochi trembled with agitation.

He was terrified that his wife didn’t understand the mortal world: the constant scheming between people, the way even best friends would stab each other in the back.

But he didn’t dare to be too explicit, afraid that she would find the mortal world too terrifying and wish to escape it.

This time, Gu Jiaojiao miraculously understood what he was getting at. So that was it—the man was insecure.

Gu Jiaojiao didn’t believe that in just half a month, Su Shuochi could have fallen so hopelessly in love with her.

She was more inclined to believe he was afraid she would leave before his legs were cured.

Gu Jiaojiao bent down to look him in the eye, and after careful consideration, she spoke.

"Su Shuochi, I have seen all facets of the mortal world. If you have something on your mind, just say it. Don’t ever think you can scare me.

And don’t spend all your time worrying about losing me. As long as you don’t abandon me, I won’t leave. If you always treat me well, I will never, ever leave you.

But if one day you stop loving me, stop cherishing me, stop caring for me... then my heart will grow cold, and I will choose to exit your life. Do you understand?"

"I understand. I will love you until the end of time. I won’t give you any reason to leave me. Jiaojiao, go on and do what you need to do. Just be sure to rest early when you’re finished."

"Okay. I’m going to test Geng Ruixian’s blood now to see if he has cancer. You eat something first."

With that, Gu Jiaojiao took a pile of snacks out of her pocket dimension and placed them on the small table over Su Shuochi’s bed.

"What’s cancer?"

"It’s a malignant tumor." Only then did Gu Jiaojiao realize that the word "cancer" was not yet a household name in this era.

"You can even cure malignant tumors?"

"If it’s in the early stages, yes. Late-stage is difficult."

Gu Jiaojiao used her instruments to analyze Geng Ruixian’s condition and found no cancer cells.

Since it wasn’t cancer, she knew she could cure Geng Ruixian completely. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

So, in high spirits, Gu Jiaojiao started telling Su Shuochi about some classic literature she had studied in school, all while continuing her work.

Stories like *Kong Yiji* and *Fan Jin’s Success in the Imperial Examination*. When you’re young, you don’t understand their deeper meaning. When you grow up and finally have that moment of realization, the feeling is like having a fishbone stuck in your throat.

In youth, one reads these stories without much empathy.

It’s only after being thrown into the sea of humanity as an adult, having endured hardship and sorrow, that you discover the truest lessons about life were hidden in the texts you studied as a child.

Take *Kong Yiji*, for example. In a tavern in Lu Town, a single L-shaped counter clearly divided people into two classes.

One group was the "short-jacketed crowd," the manual laborers. Short on cash, they could only spend four copper coins on a bowl of wine, which they drank standing outside the counter.

The other group was the "long-gowned patrons," respectable and wealthy, who would order a pot of wine and a few side dishes, sitting leisurely to drink at their own pace.

Kong Yiji, however, was the only person in the tavern who wore a long gown but had to stand to drink his wine.

He had studied for a few years but never succeeded in the imperial examinations, getting by on copying books for others.

His financial straits forced him to drink the cheapest wine, just like the short-jacketed crowd.

Yet the pride of a scholar made him continue to wear his tattered long gown, maintaining a so-called sense of decorum.

He could neither let go of his pride nor earn a decent living. His feet were in the mud, but his heart was in the clouds.

This internal conflict and struggle became a true reflection of Kong Yiji’s predicament in life.

The indifference of reality, the shattering of ideals, the harsh beatings of life—in truth, everyone has suffered these to some extent.

The difference is that some people, like Kong Yiji, maintain a false sense of decorum.

Others, however, calmly let go of their airs, shoulder life’s burdens, and crawl forward.

It’s just like some of the people on this farm. They once had immense prestige, their schedules arranged by subordinates.

They rode in sedans, moving in and out of their work units in splendor. And yet, here they are, spending every day on the farm, tilling fields and feeding pigs.