Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 131: United in Appearance, Divided in Heart
Gu Jiaojiao didn’t want to start trouble, but that didn’t mean she was afraid of it. Especially when it came to an ungrateful wretch, she was itching to teach her a harsh lesson.
"Sheng Yueyue, what are you screeching about? Who gave you the nerve to curse my man to his face?"
"I... I didn’t curse him. I was just stating a fact. If he’s not disabled, what is he?"
Sheng Yueyue argued stubbornly, her neck stiff. She didn’t quite dare to look at Su Shuochi. His gaze was like blades of ice, sharp enough to give her nightmares at any moment.
"Then I’ll just have to cripple you and make you disabled yourself. We’ll see what right you have to talk about others then."
With that, Gu Jiaojiao rolled up her sleeves. She’d been wanting to beat up this ungrateful wretch for a long time.
Even though it was June, the sun was out in the mornings and evenings, so Gu Jiaojiao always wore long sleeves to keep her arms from getting sunburned.
"Zijin~ Gu Jiaojiao’s gone crazy! She wants to hit me~" Sheng Yueyue put on a frightened expression.
In truth, she wasn’t afraid of Gu Jiaojiao at all. She was just deliberately acting weak and hiding behind Song Zijin.
Sheng Yueyue believed that when it came to actual fighting ability, she was much stronger than Gu Jiaojiao.
’When the fight starts,’ she thought viciously, ’the first thing I’ll do is scratch that bitch’s face.’
Song Zijin shielded Sheng Yueyue behind him and looked at Gu Jiaojiao with an expression of deep affection.
"Jiaojiao, don’t even think about hitting Yueyue. You’re so frail and weak, how could you possibly win against her?"
"Song Zijin! What is wrong with you?" Sheng Yueyue shoved him away and roared.
"Pfft—" Seeing Song Zijin stumble back from the push, nearly falling, Gu Jiaojiao let out an unkind laugh.
She retreated behind Su Shuochi to push his wheelchair, deciding not to waste any more time arguing with Sheng Yueyue. She really didn’t have the time.
"You sickly little thing! What are you laughing at? Didn’t you want to fight a minute ago? Come on!"
"Excuse me. I don’t have time to fool around with you. Aren’t you two going shopping? You should get to it."
"You think you can just leave because you say so? Did you ask for my permission?" Sheng Yueyue said arrogantly.
As she spoke, she advanced step by step toward Su Shuochi, her anger making her forget her fear of him.
"Why would I need to ask you? You think you can stop my man?" Gu Jiaojiao said provocatively.
She decided against getting her hands dirty. She had been too impulsive just now, completely forgetting that she was a woman with a man to back her up.
Seeing this side of Gu Jiaojiao, Su Shuochi’s lips curved upward, and his deep voice reached her ears.
"Wifey, I love this side of you. I thought my love for you was already deep enough, but seeing you now... I’m hopelessly in love."
Gu Jiaojiao giggled, pleased by her husband’s straightforward declaration of love.
The scene, however, provoked Sheng Yueyue. With a furious roar, she lunged forward, intending to rip apart Gu Jiaojiao’s flower-like smile.
SLAP—THUD! Su Shuochi had swiftly taken off his slipper and swatted Sheng Yueyue to the ground with its sole.
Sitting in his wheelchair, he looked down at Sheng Yueyue. "You think the whole world is your mother? How dare you be disrespectful to my wife. I’ll hit you every time I see you. Now, get lost."
Gu Jiaojiao looked at the pathetic Sheng Yueyue, laughed brazenly, and pushed the wheelchair away with a triumphant swagger.
Sheng Yueyue lay on the ground, too stunned by the pain to speak. She glared with resentful eyes, her pupils looking like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
A fire of pure resentment blazed in her heart. Beneath a film of tears, her eyes shone with the light of a wild beast.
She stared intently at Su Shuochi’s feet. It wasn’t that she had a particular fondness for them, but she didn’t dare meet his gaze.
And yet, she found herself mesmerized by Su Shuochi’s feet. ’This cripple’s feet are so much sexier than Song Zijin’s chicken-like claws.’
’They’re even better than the strong and powerful He Aijun’s. Too bad he’s paralyzed... otherwise, I’d want to give him a try...’
The passersby on the road were dead silent, but none of them left. They just stood there quietly, waiting until Gu Jiaojiao had pushed the wheelchair far away.
Only then did someone pat their chest in relief and say, "Thank goodness I always make sure to steer clear of Su Yama when I see him."
"Yeah, Su Yama doesn’t even use his hands to hit people. Do you think he finds it too dirty? Hehe~"
"Su Yama is terrifying. He even hits women. I have to tell my daughter to stay far away from them from now on."
"Heavens! Young Master of the Song Family, aren’t you going to help your fiancée up?"
Song Zijin had been so terrified just now that he’d almost wet himself. He stood frozen with his legs clamped together, not daring to go over and help Sheng Yueyue.
Hearing a passerby call out to him, he finally snapped back to his senses. He looked at the pathetic mess Sheng Yueyue was on the ground and wished he could just hop on his bicycle and ride away.
"Yueyue, get up. I told you not to provoke that Su Yama."
"Song Zijin! Are you even a man? That cripple knows how to protect his wife, and you’re blaming me... WAHHH..."
Sheng Yueyue was more disappointed than she had ever been. She desperately tried to recall her past life, but she couldn’t remember any scenes of someone bullying Gu Jiaojiao.
Because of this, she had no idea if Song Zijin would have rushed forward to hit another woman for Gu Jiaojiao’s sake.
"You have the nerve to cry? You think you’re in the right for bullying a disabled man’s wife? You’re being completely unreasonable."
Song Zijin said harshly, grudgingly helping Sheng Yueyue to her feet.
If his father found out he had abandoned his fiancée, he would definitely get a caning when he got home, and that was not a pleasant experience.
"Wahhh... even you’re bullying me... WAHHH... why is my life so miserable~"
Seeing the sniveling Sheng Yueyue, Song Zijin’s jaw clenched in frustration, his face twisting in disgust.
There was a fire in his eyes, and he wished he could smack her with the sole of a shoe, too. In the end, all he could do was roar in anger.
"You still have the nerve to cry? If you hadn’t gone and blocked Su Shuochi, would any of this humiliating nonsense have happened?"
"AHH—WAAAH... Song Zijin, you don’t love me anymore! WAHHH... I don’t want to live!"
Sheng Yueyue was beginning to think that Song Zijin was nothing but a pretty face, with no masculine spirit whatsoever.
Meanwhile, Song Zijin found Sheng Yueyue vulgar and unbearable, and the disgust was written plainly on his face.
But he still coaxed her hypocritically, "Yueyue, please stop crying. So many people are watching. We’ve been a big enough joke lately. Be good, I’ll take you home."
"Zijin~ But I’m so upset~" Sheng Yueyue could only nestle against Song Zijin as they walked away.
The two of them looked sweet together, but everyone could see that it was all for show; they weren’t in harmony at all.
Walking down the road, Gu Jiaojiao overheard Sheng Yueyue and Song Zijin’s conversation and laughed so hard she had to bend over. "That ’canon couple’ is really something else."
Su Shuochi just smiled indulgently without saying a word.
"It’s a shame He Aijun is gone. If he were still in the compound, things would be even more interesting."
Gu Jiaojiao recalled the plot of the book. He Aijun wasn’t mentioned in it, but Dong Yuanyuan was—she had been driven out of the compound by Sheng Yueyue.
"Wifey, we’re at the school gate. I’ll get going. I’ll come pick you up when you’re done with class at noon."
"You go take care of your business. Don’t come at noon. I can get a ride home on my cousin from the Dong Family’s bicycle. It’s tiring for you to go back and forth."
"Is my wifey scorning me now? You know perfectly well that sitting in a wheelchair isn’t tiring at all," Su Shuochi said, feigning grievance.
"I’d love for you to come pick me up! I’m just worried about you! Hmph, no good deed goes unpunished, I see. Hehe..."
"Hehe~ Alright then, I won’t come pick you up after class." Su Shuochi did, in fact, have a lot to do.
