Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 122: Mr. Sheng Faints from Rage

"Mr. Sheng, please don’t blame yourself. Jiaojiao has never blamed you. We’re doing very well now, really well."

When Su Shuochi saw Mr. Sheng starting to blame himself again, he quickly reassured him. He genuinely felt that things were for the best.

’If things hadn’t turned out this way, how would he and his wife have ever met? It was all fate’s design.’

Hearing Su Shuochi’s words, Mr. Sheng’s mood improved considerably. He had always been fond of Su Shuochi.

Now, he was his adopted son-in-law. And though he was disabled, he had become more articulate and even more handsome than before.

"Shuo Ci, I can see that you’re doing very well for yourself now. From now on, you must treasure Jiaojiao. She’s a good kid."

"Don’t you worry, Mr. Sheng. I’m the luckiest man in the world to have married Jiaojiao. I’ll treat her well for the rest of my life.

I wouldn’t be the man I am today if it weren’t for her. I know to be grateful, and I know how good she is."

"In this day-to-day grind, finding someone who understands your struggles is better than having a crowd of people who only know you when you’re smiling.

A thousand words can’t compare to a simple ’I understand.’... Shuo Ci, just as you said, Jiaojiao is just as lucky to have married you."

"Jiaojiao always says that however wonderful she is, it’s all thanks to how you raised her. We are both very grateful to you and your family, Mr. Sheng."

Su Shuochi and Mr. Sheng continued to trade pleasantries, and they soon reached a fork in the road.

"Mr. Sheng, please come over for dinner whenever you have the time. I’m off to pick Jiaojiao up from school now."

"Okay."

The anger that had been simmering in Mr. Sheng’s stomach had mostly dissipated. He headed home in a relatively good mood.

The moment he pushed the door open, he heard his daughter’s wailing complaints coming from her room on the second floor.

"Mom... Dad... how could he be so cruel? He actually hit me! What right does he have to hit me?

I’m the chosen one! WAHHH... He wants to beat me to death so they can go running back to that bitch, Gu Jiaojiao... WAHHH..."

"Oh, my daughter, we’ve already cut all ties with Gu Jiaojiao! What more do you want your father and me to do to make you stop crying?"

Mrs. Sheng’s voice was gentle, but it was laced with helplessness and guilt.

Her daughter had been switched at birth and had endured many hardships and injustices. Because of that, she had always coddled her, protecting her with utmost care.

She was terrified her daughter would feel psychologically imbalanced, but in the end, her mind had become twisted anyway. Now, she was completely deranged!

’It was enough to make her, the mother, worry her hair white, and her father angry enough to pop a blood vessel.’

Sheng Yueyue said between sobs, "Mom... I’ll be honest with you... I don’t want to marry Song Zijin anymore."

"Yueyue, you and Zijin have already... you know. The deed is done. Who else could you possibly want to marry?"

"I want to marry He Aijun. If you and Dad can make it happen, I won’t even be mad that he hit me anymore."

"Yueyue, there’s no one else here. Just tell your mother the truth. You fought tooth and nail to snatch Song Zijin away from Gu Jiaojiao, so why don’t you want to marry him now?"

"I only snatched Song Zijin away to make sure that bitch Gu Jiaojiao couldn’t marry him.

I wanted Gu Jiaojiao to live a miserable life, like a rat in the gutter. And now she’s married to Su Quezi.

So why should I still marry Song Zijin? Besides, Song Zijin isn’t as good in bed as He Aijun."

Mrs. Sheng was so stunned by her daughter’s shameless declaration that she nearly fell over. ’Has my daughter slept with He Aijun, too?’

’How else would she know that He Aijun is better than Song Zijin!’

But she could only swallow her shock and try to persuade her daughter patiently.

"Silly girl, you can’t think like that. You can’t ruin your entire life over a moment of impulse!

Let’s not even talk about how the Song Family is more powerful than the He Family. Just think about it: Song Zijin is the only son in his branch of the family, while He Aijun has two brothers.

With your temperament, you’ll have a hard time getting along with your sisters-in-law after you marry into the He Family..."

Seeing her mother desperately grasping at straws, Sheng Yueyue lost control and cut off her nagging.

"Why are you spouting so much nonsense? I already told you, I am the chosen one! I’m peerless! You think I’m going to be afraid of Dong Yuanyuan?

You’re a spineless coward who was no match for Ren Xiaofang. Your daughter will get revenge for you and grind Dong Yuanyuan under her heel."

Standing in the living room, Mr. Sheng listened to his daughter’s words. The anger that Su Shuochi had worked so hard to placate came roaring back, impossible to suppress.

He stomped upstairs and yanked off his belt. "I’ll beat you to death, you ungrateful brat! You disown your adoptive parents and now you even scream at your own mother!"

Mrs. Sheng saw her husband’s face contorted with fury, veins bulging on his neck. The belt in his hand whipped through the air with a sharp CRACK.

She threw her arms around her daughter, tears streaming down her face. "Old Sheng! If you’re going to hit someone, hit me!"

Her eyes held nothing but overwhelming, pitying love for her daughter.

There are always certain people in this world who will love their children with every fiber of their being.

They spoil them with no limits and no principles. Mrs. Sheng was just such a person. She saw her daughter as a small, delicate rose.

But one that possessed a toughness and pride that belied her age, which only made Mrs. Sheng feel all the more guilty.

It was this guilt that led her to spoil her biological daughter without any limits. She didn’t even ask how her daughter knew about He Aijun’s "prowess."

"Dad, you’re still going to hit me? I haven’t done anything wrong! All I said was that I want to marry He Aijun. What’s so wrong with that?"

Sheng Yueyue struggled violently as she spoke, trying to get to her feet and face her father.

"Oh, my precious baby girl! Just sit still, don’t move around," Mrs. Sheng said, quickly holding her daughter down.

’She knew her husband was truly furious. Why was her daughter so stubborn? Oh, that’s right! She’s deranged!’

Seeing his wife shielding their daughter, Mr. Sheng couldn’t bring himself to use the belt. Instead, he began to lecture her with a heavy heart.

"Yueyue! A girl needs to learn some self-love, and more importantly, some self-respect. Your biggest mistake...

...is pinning all your hopes on a man. You shouldn’t live like a climbing vine, completely dependent on others.

What’s more absurd is that you’re trying to have it both ways, playing two men at once. If you try to stand on two boats at the same time, you’ll fall in the water! Do you understand?"

’Sheng Yueyue felt an indescribable resentment and madness swelling within her, threatening to burst out and consume her.’

’But in this situation, if she really pushed her dad to his limit, he might do something desperate.’

So, Sheng Yueyue suppressed her fury and tried to speak as calmly as possible.

"Dad, I’m not playing two men at once. I only thought about marrying He Aijun *after* deciding I didn’t want to marry Song Zijin.

If you and Mom don’t agree to me marrying He Aijun, then I can just marry Song Zijin. That’s fine too.

He’s going to become the richest man in Qing City someday. Marrying him wouldn’t be a loss for me.

He Aijun won’t be back for another three years anyway. If things with Song Zijin don’t work out by then, I can just divorce him and marry He Aijun."

’The more Sheng Yueyue talked, the more she thought it was a brilliant idea. Why hadn’t she thought of this before?!’

"THUD."

As his daughter’s words grew more and more outrageous, Mr. Sheng reached his breaking point. He raised the belt to strike, but then, overwhelmed by a fit of rage, he collapsed.

"Old Sheng!" Mrs. Sheng let go of her daughter and lunged forward to try and help her husband up, but she wasn’t strong enough.

"Seriously? He fainted just like that? Pathetic."

Hearing her daughter’s wild and insolent tone, Mrs. Sheng had no choice but to swallow her rage. "I’ll go call Doctor Sun."