Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 54: A Peach Blossom at the Door
Even though she wanted to compensate Sheng Yueyue, Mrs. Sheng’s treatment of Gu Jiaojiao wasn’t terrible.
Whenever she handed out meat or candy, Gu Jiaojiao received the same amount as her sons, with nothing deliberately held back.
Although the original Gu Jiaojiao had been spoiled, she knew she wasn’t one of the Sheng family, so she would accept it, at most feeling silently heartbroken.
But how could a pampered seventeen-year-old girl possibly withstand the repeated, deliberate provocations of the reborn Sheng Yueyue!
So she would throw down her chopsticks in front of the Sheng family, only to be harshly scolded by the second and third Sheng brothers.
Then, Gu Jiaojiao would cry and scream her heart out, wailing that since she wasn’t one of the Sheng family, no one loved her anymore.
Mrs. Sheng found Gu Jiaojiao to be unreasonable, an ungrateful wretch who didn’t know what was good for her.
She had poured her heart and soul into raising her, giving her eighteen years of comfort, yet Gu Jiaojiao still threw tantrums and complained about them.
As a result, Mrs. Sheng regretted ever being good to Gu Jiaojiao, wishing she could make her spit out every piece of meat and candy she’d ever eaten.
From the perspective of every member of the Sheng family, Gu Jiaojiao was simply an ungrateful wretch.
Meanwhile, the original Gu Jiaojiao felt deeply wronged and stifled in the Sheng Family, so she just wanted to marry Song Zijin as quickly as possible...
The modern-day Gu Jiaojiao, looking back at these memories as a bystander, believed that neither the Sheng family nor the original ’her’ was at fault. It was all just a misunderstanding.
But the misunderstanding had led to an irreversible outcome; the original ’her’ was now dead.
’In the book, after the real heiress returned, the original "her" lived a repressed life and died a tragic death!’
’Ever since I transmigrated into the book, the plot has veered off course a little. The original "her" is dead, but she hadn’t yet experienced that despair and suffering.’
’That must be why the original "her" came to me in a dream and so easily forgave the Sheng family.’
’Since the original "her" chose to forgive, I don’t plan on holding a grudge either, especially considering what I’ve seen in the memories.’
’Besides Sheng Yueyue, the rest of the Sheng family aren’t that hateful. Mrs. Sheng is actually a bit pitiful.’
’I didn’t want to get too involved with the Sheng family, but Sheng Shiwu came looking for me on purpose. I suppose I can look out for him a little from now on.’
All this ran through Gu Jiaojiao’s mind in just a few seconds. Then, she heard someone shouting outside the door.
"Shuoci~ Shuoci~"
The calls were relentless. Sheng Shiwu had no choice but to go open the door. "Dong Yuanyuan, what are you doing here?"
"Xiao Wu, what are you doing at Shuoci’s house?" Dong Yuanyuan asked in surprise.
"Is it strange for me to be at my sister’s house? More importantly, what’s a young woman like you doing at someone else’s house at night?"
Sheng Shiwu retorted matter-of-factly.
"Hmph. I can’t be bothered with you. Uncle Su, Aunt Su, Shuoci~ have you eaten yet?"
"We just finished," Mr. Su replied curtly. The girl had once helped find a doctor for his son.
"Shuoci~ I got back from my performance tour and heard you’re married. Are you still mad at me? Did you marry her out of spite?"
Dong Yuanyuan’s voice was full of grievance and blame, making it sound as if Su Shuochi were some heartless scoundrel.
"Why would I need to marry out of spite against you? Do we even know each other?"
Su Shuochi had already wheeled himself over to Gu Jiaojiao’s side. She was standing by Eldest Brother Gu’s reclining chair, having just put away her silver needles.
Gu Jiaojiao glanced up at Dong Yuanyuan. She was wearing a military-style jacket paired with a matching short skirt.
The wealth gap wasn’t huge in this era, and with the military held in high regard, anyone wearing army green was guaranteed to be the coolest kid on the block.
Besides, Dong Yuanyuan had a delicate, oval face, fair skin, beautiful features, and long legs. Paired with her current shocked expression, she was stunningly beautiful.
Dong Yuanyuan was stunned as well. She had never paid much mind to Gu Jiaojiao before. She couldn’t believe such an ethereally beautiful woman existed.
’She’s pretty, sure, but she’s not quite good enough for my Shuoci.’
’Su Shuochi is getting more and more handsome. Even if he’s a cripple, he’s still worth marrying.’
Gu Jiaojiao watched the beauty stare infatuatedly at her husband, unable to stop herself from trying to get closer to him.
’Not on my watch!’
She deliberately stuck out her foot, causing Dong Yuanyuan to stumble and nearly fall.
"Who do you think you are? How could you bully me like that?!" Dong Yuanyuan whined.
"How did I bully you? Is there any need to act so wronged?" Gu Jiaojiao raised an eyebrow at the beautiful woman.
"I was wrong to blame you. Forget it. Now, move aside," Dong Yuanyuan said, desperate to get closer to Su Shuochi.
Her feigned magnanimity left Gu Jiaojiao speechless. Anyone else might have thought she really hadn’t done it on purpose.
’But I’m different. I timed that perfectly.’
"Shuoci~ how could you say that to Yuanyuan?"
With Gu Jiaojiao blocking Su Shuochi, Dong Yuanyuan could only shout past her.
"Did Gu Jiaojiao use some dirty trick to force you to marry her, Shuoci? Does she have no shame?"
When Su Shuochi didn’t respond, Dong Yuanyuan took it as a tacit agreement.
"Whether I have shame or not is beside the point. You’re the one who’s truly shameless. Su Shuochi doesn’t even remember your name, yet you keep calling him ’Shuoci’ over and over again."
"So you’re Gu Jiaojiao? You’re completely unreasonable! What right does a sickly fake heiress like you have to marry Shuoci?"
"On the grounds that I’m beautiful. On the grounds that Su Shuochi likes me. That’s why I married him."
Gu Jiaojiao had just heard Su Shuochi’s confession that very afternoon, so she spoke with complete confidence.
"You... How can you be so shameless? Su Shuochi and I are from the same work unit. We’ve always been very close.
Shuoci only married you out of spite because I had to go on a performance tour. I’m warning you: divorce him immediately."
Dong Yuanyuan spoke to Gu Jiaojiao through gritted teeth, as if she were chewing on thorns.
She had always been bold and reckless, saying whatever came to mind without a thought for the consequences.
Gu Jiaojiao was worldly and had seen plenty of "green tea bitches," but someone this brazen and direct was a rare sight.
She wasn’t the least bit afraid of Dong Yuanyuan and unleashed her venomous tongue. "My guess is, you took off back then because you saw Su Shuochi had become a cripple.
Took a little trip, didn’t find anyone more handsome, and what? Couldn’t find a better ’horse’ while riding your ’donkey,’ so now you’ve come back to this cripple?
Or is it because Su Shuochi married me—a stunning beauty—and now you’re feeling jealous and want him back?
He was like a piece of gristle: tasteless to chew, but a waste to spit out.
You looked down on him before, but now that he’s married, suddenly he’s a hot commodity?
Telling me to get a divorce? The nerve! Who gave you the courage to say that?
Let me tell you something. My husband, Su Shuochi, is meant to be an eagle soaring through the heavens, not some little bird to be bullied by a common sparrow.
So you can get the hell out of here. And don’t you Xiao Xiang him anymore, understand? Otherwise, I’ll beat you up every single time I see you."
Gu Jiaojiao’s domineering aura was palpable, but to one person, her words were as sweet as honey.
Su Shuochi trembled with excitement. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst from his chest.
He gripped his wife’s hand tightly and glared at Dong Yuanyuan in a sudden rage. "Did you hear that? My wife told you to get lost."
"Shuo Ci..."
Su Shuochi cut Dong Yuanyuan off with a thunderous roar. "Sheng Shiwu! Gu Jingtai! The two of you, throw her out!"
