Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 130: Encountering Song Zijin Again

Gu Jiaojiao laughed aloud at the thought. "Haha! Goodbye, Aunt Song. We’re off."

"Goodbye, Jiaojiao!" Aunt Song lamented internally. ’What a wonderful girl. Song Zijin must be blind.’

The "blind" Song Zijin was just up ahead, watching Gu Jiaojiao’s radiant smile, his heart a tangle of complicated emotions.

’How could I have ever given up on such a dazzling Jiaojiao?’

Just thinking about Jiaojiao gave him pleasant dreams. Last night, he’d even dreamed that Sheng Yueyue had married He Aijun.

He’d woken up laughing. Unfortunately, his good mood only lasted until breakfast.

At breakfast, his father had announced that his wedding to Sheng Yueyue was set for August first.

He had only one month until the wedding, so Song Zijin decided to arrange an "accidental" meeting with Gu Jiaojiao on her usual route to school.

And he did manage to catch her, hearing her unrestrained laughter from a distance. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Song Zijin pushed his bicycle toward her at a snail’s pace, hoping to get a few more glimpses of her.

"Zijin! What are you doing skulking around here?" Sheng Yueyue’s sharp voice cut in.

"Yueyue... You’re finally here. I was waiting specifically for you, to take you to school."

Song Zijin’s voice was gentle, but only because he was afraid that speaking any louder would alert Gu Jiaojiao, who was laughing and chatting just across the street.

"Zijin, I don’t want to go to school. The exams are in a few days anyway. I’ll just show up for those."

"Yueyue, if you don’t go to class, how are you going to get into university?" Song Zijin asked, keeping his voice down.

Truthfully, he despised this attitude, but his father had said that as a daughter-in-law of the Song Family, attending university wasn’t a requirement.

"Are you questioning my academic ability? Zijin! Is that how little you think of me?"

Sheng Yueyue pouted, her mood souring. But seeing the handsome, dapper Song Zijin made her feel much better.

Song Zijin had clearly made an effort with his appearance today. His hair was slick and shiny with mousse.

He wore a white Dacron shirt, army-green khaki trousers, and a pair of black, pointed-toe leather shoes.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his fair wrists and reminding Sheng Yueyue of their time in the woods...

’In her anger, she hadn’t wanted to marry Song Zijin, but thank goodness her parents had refused to agree.’

’It was also a good thing He Aijun was gone. If she had impulsively insisted on marrying him, she would have regretted it for the rest of her life.’

’He Aijun was only better than Zijin in *that* one department. When it came to family background and wealth, Song Zijin was leagues ahead of him.’

’Now that she had calmed down, Sheng Yueyue had to admit that marrying Song Zijin was a much better deal. In a few years, as Mrs. Song, she’d be able to do whatever she wanted in Qing City.’

’She remembered from her past life that Gu Jiaojiao had never gotten into university; the Song Family had paid to get her a spot.’

’But Gu Jiaojiao had been a flaky student, barely ever showing up to class. Even her graduation certificate had been bought.’

’What angered her most was that Gu Jiaojiao had remained childless for years after her marriage, eventually resorting to a surrogate.’

’Yet Song Zijin still treated Gu Jiaojiao like a precious treasure. The child, born to another woman, was raised by the two Song Family elders.’

’All Gu Jiaojiao had to do was look pretty and spend her days shopping—buy, buy, buy. She even bought lots of things and gave them to *her*.’

’It was a deliberate show of wealth, meant to infuriate her. Meanwhile, she had married He Aijun and borne him two sons.’

’And that wicked mother-in-law of hers had forced her to give up one of her sons for adoption to that venomous woman, Dong Yuanyuan, who could only produce daughters.’

’In this life, after I marry Song Zijin, I’ll also have two sons in a row. The two Song Family elders will have to treat me exceptionally well, won’t they?’

Seeing Sheng Yueyue’s distorted expression, Song Zijin quickly offered a placating remark, "Yueyue, you’re the most capable person I know. Getting into university will be a piece of cake for you."

"Zijin, aren’t you going to class today?" Sheng Yueyue asked, her mood brightening now that Song Zijin was trying to flatter her.

"Of course I’m going. I just wanted to take you to school first."

"I already told you, I don’t need to go. You shouldn’t go either, Zijin. Let’s go shopping, okay?"

Sheng Yueyue had fifty yuan on her. Her mother, busy with performances for the next couple of days and unable to spend time with her, had given her thirty yuan to go shopping.

The other twenty came from her father two days ago as compensation for not punishing the "second and third idiots."

"Yueyue, I have to go to class. I need to focus on my studies," Song Zijin said, feigning a righteous tone.

This was partly because he had no money on him and didn’t want to go shopping, but also because he wanted Gu Jiaojiao to overhear.

He usually wasn’t short on cash; both his grandfather and his parents gave him an allowance.

But ever since they had become intimate, Sheng Yueyue had been shamelessly asking him to buy her things.

Song Zijin’s eyes grew cold at the thought. ’I’ve never met anyone so utterly shameless.’

’And now she wants me to go shopping with her? Hmph! I’m not falling for that trick!’

"Zijin, I have fifty yuan! Let’s go shopping. We can get whatever you want to eat!"

Sheng Yueyue cooed, stepping forward with a beaming smile to link her arm through his.

Song Zijin desperately wanted to shake her off. The white face powder she wore was streaked with sweat, creating grimy lines. She looked an absolute mess.

He glanced again at Gu Jiaojiao, who was now approaching. Her eyes crinkled into crescents as she smiled, and her fair skin was dewy and radiant.

She pushed the wheelchair at a leisurely pace, an air of calm composure about her. Her every movement was so poised, completely unlike the spoiled, willful girl she used to be.

"Jiaojiao! You’re heading to class too? I was just about to take Yueyue to school," Song Zijin couldn’t stop himself from stepping forward and greeting her.

"Oh. You two should go on ahead with the bike. I can’t move very fast pushing this wheelchair," Gu Jiaojiao said coolly.

"Gu Jiaojiao! What’s with that attitude? It’s a blessing that my Zijin is even talking to you—"

"Fine, you can have this ’blessing’ all to yourself. Just go on your way." Gu Jiaojiao had no desire to engage with them.

She didn’t want to argue with Sheng Yueyue. It wasn’t that she was afraid, but she knew that someone capable of angering her own father to the point of fainting was a person with no moral compass.

’A person with no moral compass will squabble over the most trivial things. Why should I waste my precious time arguing with Sheng Yueyue?’

’People like that feel aggrieved at the slightest disadvantage. They live exhausting lives and drag everyone around them down with them.’

’Living so pettily, always wasting time on arguments, only invites constant trouble into your life and makes your own path in life narrower and narrower.’

’Arguing just shows that you aren’t magnanimous, that you have a petty mind.’

’It only makes others look down on you, and all that pettiness just wears you down.’

Gu Jiaojiao had achieved so much in her previous life precisely because she rarely got bogged down in squabbles with others. She focused all her energy on her own success.

She was able to forgive and forget the offenses of others.

It was this magnanimity and tolerance that earned her so much trust and support, which in turn led to her great success.

Unfortunately, Sheng Yueyue was not a reasonable person. Gu Jiaojiao’s magnanimity wouldn’t stop her from picking a fight. She shrieked, her anger uncontrollable.

"Gu Jiaojiao! You’re being completely unreasonable! You married a cripple, what right do you have to be so cocky?"