Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 89: A Punch to the Gut

Gu Jiaojiao had become unreasonable, causing Song Zijin to truly despise her and brazenly pursue Yueyue.

Mrs. Sheng just turned a blind eye, tacitly allowing Song Zijin to pursue her Yueyue.

If not in the entire Sheng Family, at least in their own little household, Mrs. Sheng’s words carried weight.

If she agreed, her husband would surely agree. Her eldest son listened to his father, and the two younger sons listened to her.

Because of their favoritism, Gu Jiaojiao grew more and more frantic, and in the end, that incident with Su Shuochi from the military compound happened.

She married Gu Jiaojiao off without a shred of pity. It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt; after all, she was the adopted daughter they had spoiled for eighteen years.

But more than that, it was disappointment—the feeling of seeing good potential wasted. ’If only Jiaojiao hadn’t forgotten the bond we once shared as mother and daughter, how wonderful that would have been!’

"Ren Cuiping, you didn’t keep your own daughter in line, so what right do you have to yell at my son?

Your adopted daughter latched onto Commander Su, and now your biological daughter is using the same trick to latch onto my son.

Where do you get the nerve to yell at my son? Let me tell you, Ren Cuiping, either you marry your daughter off immediately, or the two of them go their separate ways."

Aunt Song, pedaling a classic roadster bicycle, rushed up to Mrs. Sheng and let loose a torrent of curses right in her face.

These words not only broke Mrs. Sheng’s train of thought but also struck her like a physical blow, making her reel back in anger.

Mrs. Sheng was a very prideful person. Being publicly shamed by the Song family like this, she felt she would die of anger if she didn’t stand up for herself.

"You, from the Song family, what are you so arrogant about? You want to marry my, Ren Cuiping’s, daughter? Not a chance in hell."

"Ren Cuiping, you listen to me! It’s not our Song family asking to marry her; it’s your Sheng family’s daughter who latched onto my son."

"You... you’re spouting baseless accusations! It was clearly your son who shamelessly pursued my daughter."

"Then why didn’t your family just properly marry your daughter off? Why did you have to let something so disgraceful happen?"

Mrs. Sheng: ...

’How was I supposed to know something like this would happen!’

Before, Jiaojiao had been causing a scene at home, so Yueyue didn’t dare to accept Song Zijin’s advances.

It was only after Jiaojiao married Su Shuochi that Yueyue officially accepted Song Zijin’s pursuit.

Besides, the Song family’s elders never formally came to propose marriage. How were they supposed to marry their daughter off!

This incident between the two young people had caught Mrs. Sheng completely off guard. She truly didn’t know how to retort to Aunt Song.

"Sheng Yueyue, tell me, wasn’t it you who seduced my Zijin?" Seeing Ren Cuiping stay silent, Aunt Song grew even more aggressive.

"Auntie... I didn’t... WAH... Zijin... say something! I didn’t..."

In the past, Song Zijin would have definitely said that he was the one pursuing Sheng Yueyue and begged his mom not to speak nonsense.

But now, his gaze lifted to find Gu Jiaojiao in the crowd, looking so dazzling.

With her elegant brow and wispy hair, her silhouette was a breathtaking vision. She was truly as beautiful as a goddess.

’This beautiful woman once loved me more than life itself. Unfortunately, she’s been giving me the cold shoulder lately.’

’Women are strange. When the feelings were there, she was wonderful in every way, constantly clinging to me.’

’But ever since she got married, she’s moved on, completely changed her tune, and now acts as if she wished she’d never met me.’

Deep down, Song Zijin felt that Gu Jiaojiao’s love for him had turned to hate, or perhaps she was just trying to get his attention and make him jealous.

Now, Song Zijin had to admit that Gu Jiaojiao had succeeded. He really was jealous.

Especially when he saw the way Gu Jiaojiao looked at Su Shuochi—it was even more intense than the way she used to dote on him.

He wanted to go up and beat the hell out of Su Shuochi. But Su Shuochi was paralyzed from the waist down and impotent.

’Jiaojiao couldn’t possibly love him. The only explanation is that she’s trying to spite me, to make me give in and beg to marry her.’

The Gu family’s patriarch was a renowned scholar in the Imperial City, and Mr. Gu was a professor who had studied abroad.

’Marrying Gu Jiaojiao would be no step down in status compared to Sheng Yueyue. As long as I’m willing, Gu Jiaojiao will surely divorce him and marry me.’

And so, Song Zijin stubbornly held his tongue, his posture screaming that he was not the one at fault.

Sheng Yueyue was a little shorter than Song Zijin. She looked up, following his gaze, but didn’t see Gu Jiaojiao.

All she saw was a dense sea of heads. "Zijin... please say something. Make our mothers stop fighting."

"How are they going to listen to me? Look at them, they’re like two shrews screaming at each other in the street. Who can stop them? Why don’t you give it a try?"

Song Zijin said shamelessly, with the brazen indifference of a dead pig that doesn’t fear boiling water.

Sheng Yueyue: ... 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

’Just this morning, I was telling my family how well Zijin treats me, how he’s even more capable than my own older brother.’

"Song Zijin! Have you no shame? Shirking responsibility the moment trouble starts and expecting a weak woman to shield you from the storm? Are you even a man?"

Sheng Shiwen had arrived a while ago and was so furious at Aunt Song’s words he could have spat blood. His upbringing prevented him from cursing at an elder.

But now, hearing Song Zijin’s shameless words, he exploded in a fit of rage.

"Your sister knows whether I’m a man or not. Besides, how am I being shameless?

It was Yueyue who dragged me into the woods. If she hadn’t shouted my name so loudly, would the teacher have found us?"

Everyone gasped. ’Are those the words of a man?’

Mrs. Sheng was so enraged that she fainted on the spot. Gu Jiaojiao darted forward and caught her.

Gu Jiaojiao had eaten her two popsicles down to the last bite of mung bean. She casually stuffed the remainder into Mrs. Sheng’s mouth.

Mrs. Sheng’s lips were chapped, a sign she hadn’t had water in a while. Gu Jiaojiao then pressed hard on her philtrum.

Gu Jiaojiao searched her memories. This adoptive mother hadn’t been too excessive; she had simply been blinded by her biological daughter.

From an outsider’s perspective, Mrs. Sheng was a pitiable figure, and Gu Jiaojiao felt a little sympathy for her.

Besides, Mrs. Sheng had raised the previous owner of this body. For that, Gu Jiaojiao didn’t hesitate to help her.

Even as someone who had lived two lives, Sheng Yueyue was so enraged by Song Zijin that she nearly had a heart attack.

She saw everyone around her looking at her with pity. This was a level of humiliation she had never experienced, not even in her past life.

"WAH... WAH... I don’t want to live anymore."

With that, she ran toward the wall of the school building. In that moment, she truly summoned all her strength, intending to smash her head and end it all.

A chorus of gasps and screams rose and fell around her, but strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, stopping her.

"Are you crazy?!" a man’s deep voice sounded by her ear, thick with anger.

Sheng Yueyue looked up at the man. He had a square face, and beneath his thick eyebrows were a pair of large, intelligent eyes. His complexion was a ruddy bronze.

He was quite tall and sturdily built; one look was enough to tell he was strong and robust.

This was He Aijun, her husband from her previous life. Just as his name suggested, he was a company commander.

Sheng Yueyue was held in his powerful arms. His familiar, masculine scent enveloped her, and a wave of grief washed over her.

"WAH... Let me go... WAH... Just let me die..."

He Aijun didn’t dare let go, afraid she would try to hit the wall again. He was a man with a strong sense of justice.

He could tell this female student genuinely wanted to die. She seemed so fragile and timid.

Her tear-filled eyes looked up at him delicately, but they held an endless resentment.

It was as if *he* were the heartless man who had wronged her. They were too close; her warm breath ghosted across his nose, sending a shiver down his spine.