Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 87: Black Heart

Su Shuochi was in the pocket dimension, picking out food for Sheng Shijing. He was absolutely stunned as he looked at the dazzling array of food.

His wife said this was just a small warehouse for the Gu family. ’Just how much stuff is in the big warehouse, then?’

’This one warehouse of food would be more than enough to feed the Su and Gu families for a lifetime.’

Fighting on the front lines was too hard, so Su Shuochi specifically picked out beef jerky, salt-baked chicken drumsticks, and soy-braised pig trotters...

He picked out over fifty pounds of meat and ten boxes of crackers, which he then unboxed.

The crackers were in small, individually wrapped packs that wouldn’t spoil no matter how long they were kept and didn’t take up much space.

Su Shuochi knew that Sheng Shijing wouldn’t be able to carry too much on his own. There were three of them coming back this time, so it would be just about right if they split it three ways.

He regretted that he couldn’t go to the front lines himself, so he wanted to do his part for his comrades.

He took the food he had selected and covered the fancy packaging with paper so it wouldn’t be so conspicuous.

From the pocket dimension, he could see an image of his wife in her classroom, and if he listened closely, he could even hear their voices.

But he was so focused on his work that he wasn’t paying attention. It was only when he saw his wife get angry that he pricked up his ears and listened.

He then realized his wife was defending him. The adoration in her words, in particular, made him bawl his eyes out.

His father was a simple and honest man. When he was a kid and got into fights, it was clearly never his fault.

But his dad wouldn’t care whose fault it was and would just apologize profusely to the other party, while his mom would have to compensate them with eggs.

He was just a little stronger than the other kids his age and would beat them until they were black and blue. But even when he won, he still felt incredibly frustrated.

’If his wife had been there, she would’ve definitely helped him beat up anyone who provoked him.’

Outside, Gu Jiaojiao had no idea that her man was in the pocket dimension, crying his eyes out after hearing her defend him.

Defending a hero was instinct for her. Besides, she had genuinely grown to like Su Shuochi, which was why she had slapped her female classmate in a fit of rage.

It was also to make an example of the girl and cow these brats into submission with one swift action, so they wouldn’t dare to provoke her in the future.

The college entrance exams were only a dozen or so days away, yet trouble had already started just one period into the day. At this rate, wouldn’t things get stirred up several times a day?

She wanted to focus on her studies, not waste her time and energy on drama with her classmates.

The arrogant female classmate was completely terrified by Gu Jiaojiao’s ferocity. She had never been slapped in public like that in her entire life.

In the past, once it was revealed she wasn’t the Sheng family heiress, Gu Jiaojiao had no background and they could bully her as they pleased.

But now, Gu Jiaojiao was a hero’s wife. If the classmate reported her to the teacher, she wasn’t guaranteed to come out on top.

Just as the girl was wondering how to save face, a student from Grade 12, Class 2, burst in with some explosive news.

"Hey, everyone in Grade 12, Class 1! Your class has a new slut! Aren’t you going to go take a look?"

"You from Class 2, speak clearly! What do you mean, ’slut’? She just slapped someone twice!"

a male slacker from Grade 12, Class 1, said excitedly. He was a bit of a punk, but he wasn’t as ruthless as Gu Jiaojiao, who would slap someone at the slightest disagreement.

His grades were bad, and Gu Jiaojiao’s grades were bad too. In the past, he wouldn’t have dared to even look at her, feeling they were worlds apart.

Later, when Gu Jiaojiao was revealed to be the fake Sheng family heiress and was ostracized by the other students, he would stick up for her.

Slackers had a kind of mutual sympathy for each other, and besides, Gu Jiaojiao was beautiful.

"Sheng Yueyue and Song Zijin from your class were having a rendezvous in the woods and got caught red-handed by the gym teacher."

All the students of Grade 12, Class 1: ...

"This is too... Whoa... I need to eat a peach to calm my nerves," a male student shrieked after a moment.

"No way... Man... I need to eat something to calm my nerves, too."

The students started rummaging through their bags for snacks. No one wanted to be the first to leave the classroom.

Gu Jiaojiao had originally planned to slip out and find a chance to enter the pocket dimension to see Su Shuochi, but Sheng Yueyue was, after all, her adoptive parents’ biological daughter.

She couldn’t seem too eager, so she just stood beside Dong Qiming and Zhang Mingyu, feigning helplessness.

"Jiaojiao, don’t be sad. That Sheng Yueyue and Song Zijin were always meeting in the woods. You’re already married to the most outstanding man in the compound."

Dong Qiming comforted Gu Jiaojiao. He had admired Su Shuochi ever since he was old enough to understand things.

He felt that even if Su Shuochi were disabled, he’d still be much better than Song Zijin. Dong Qiming wore his heart on his sleeve.

Gu Jiaojiao could easily read his thoughts. "I’m not sad. I’m just worried about my adoptive parents."

"Pfft! They cut ties with you, why worry about them? I’ll take you to the tuck shop to get a popsicle."

"Okay, thank you, cousin," Gu Jiaojiao said softly.

So the three of them walked out of the classroom, with the other students following close behind Gu Jiaojiao, Zhang Mingyu, and Dong Qiming.

It wasn’t that the students didn’t want to see the drama unfold; it was just the first time they had encountered something like this, and they didn’t know how to react.

A crowd was gathered at the entrance to the teachers’ office building. Gu Jiaojiao’s sharp eyes spotted Song Zijin and Sheng Yueyue, both with their clothes in disarray.

Of the two, one was trembling and crying, leaning weakly in the man’s arms.

The other was impatiently trying to soothe her in a low voice, his look of disgust a complete eyesore.

"Oh, my god... They’re so bold, fooling around in broad daylight instead of being in class," Dong Qiming exclaimed in surprise.

"This is what you call an illicit union. This is no small matter," Gu Jiaojiao remarked with the composure of a seasoned observer.

"Jiaojiao, don’t be sad. Letting them go is also letting yourself go," Zhang Mingyu said, his words formal and bookish.

"I’m not sad. Song Zijin and Sheng Yueyue were betrothed as children anyway. Besides, I’m already married to Su Shuochi, and he’s wonderful."

Gu Jiaojiao said earnestly. She truly looked down on Song Zijin. He had been the original owner of this body’s fiancé for over a decade.

The man had just callously dumped his former fiancée. He probably didn’t even like Sheng Yueyue that much; he was likely just after her status as the Sheng family’s heiress.

Although Song Zijin was devastatingly handsome—with elegant, willow-leaf brows, a tall and graceful figure, and a face as radiant as a peach blossom—his perfect exterior concealed a black heart.

Gu Jiaojiao knew that Sheng Yueyue had been reborn. Her mindset was still that of a future era, far more open-minded than people of the present.

She was desperate to escape the fate of her previous life and wanted to lock down Song Zijin, the future’s richest man, so naturally, she was a bit hasty in her actions.

But Gu Jiaojiao never expected that they would actually taste the forbidden fruit in the woods!

’Why not just get married?’

In this era, an eighteen-year-old girl could get married. She, for example, was already married and had the certificate to prove it.

’By doing this, had Sheng Yueyue even considered her parents and brothers?’

"Jiaojiao, do you want an ice cream bar or a mung bean popsicle? I’ll go buy one," Dong Qiming said, still not believing that Gu Jiaojiao wasn’t sad.

"A mung bean popsicle is fine."

’The ice cream here couldn’t possibly be as good as the stuff in her pocket dimension.’

In truth, Gu Jiaojiao didn’t even want the mung bean popsicle. After all, nobody had much money to spare these days.

But it was a kind gesture from Dong Qiming, and Gu Jiaojiao found it hard to refuse.

Zhang Mingyu went in and bought two ice cream bars, handing one to Gu Jiaojiao. "Here, have this."

And so, Gu Jiaojiao found herself holding a mung bean popsicle in her left hand and an ice cream bar in her right.

She looked up and saw someone.