Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 150: Exploding with Anger

’A life without mistakes is not a life at all.’ That sentence struck Su Shuochi with profound force.

He gazed at his wife. Her eyes were as picturesque as a painting, her beauty rivaling a peony in full bloom. Her face was like the morning moon, tinged with a delicate shyness. When she smiled, two deep dimples appeared.

Her slightly flushed lips curved upward, like cherries inviting someone to pick them.

Her beautiful hair wasn’t tied up in a bun. Instead, it was casually gathered at the back of her head with a rubber band, with just a few loose strands framing her ears.

It was a mix of innocence and allure, a heart-stirring sight that made it impossible for him to resist the urge to capture her lips with his own.

A strong man could resist temptation, and he usually could. But in front of his wife, he was no strong man.

And so, the moment Gu Jiaojiao turned, Su Shuochi grabbed her and kissed her without a single word of sweet-talk.

He then gently enveloped her lips. Gu Jiaojiao passively accepted his affection...

Meanwhile, Lin Haoshi, the man Su Shuochi had mentioned, had already found a buyer in the Imperial City and was on his way to Qing City in a rented big rig.

This time, Lin Haoshi brought two of his underlings with him, a pair of notorious rich kids from the Imperial City.

They had been rescued by Lin Haoshi after losing a group brawl, and they had followed him ever since.

To be called a "rich kid," one had to come from a well-off family. Those with poor backgrounds were just called thugs.

For years, they had made a habit of eating, drinking, and partying together, but that slowly changed after they started following Lin Haoshi.

Both of his underlings learned to drive a big rig and stopped going out to party. Wherever Lin Haoshi went, they followed.

Although Lin Haoshi was their savior, he never asked for anything in return. So, the two of them turned over a new leaf and became his followers.

A man with Lin Haoshi’s experiences wasn’t one to voice his inner thoughts. He just put his head down, worked, and ate.

The two followers also had their own men—people who were willing to change their ways and follow them.

The rich kids weren’t short on money, so they didn’t need Lin Haoshi to support them. Since their boss didn’t like to talk much, they just chatted amongst themselves and never felt lonely.

Just then, one of the underlings asked, "Hao, do you really not plan to marry Lin Wan’er?"

Lin Haoshi nodded. "Yeah."

The one who spoke was a famous young master from the Imperial City, with refined and handsome features.

With money and looks, he was naturally a player who had lost count of his past girlfriends.

"Well then, I’ll go after Lin Wan’er~" the underling said with a mischievous chuckle.

He was the wealthiest of the rich kids. Ever since he started following Lin Haoshi,

he had repeatedly offered to give Lin Haoshi money to buy a big rig, only to be bluntly refused every time.

Lin Haoshi didn’t object. He felt he had no right to interfere in someone else’s love life.

Besides, if Lin Wan’er could get together with him, it would actually be a good thing. It would save him a lot of trouble.

Lin Wan’er was the niece of Lin Haoshi’s stepfather, making her his nominal stepsister.

But Lin Wan’er had fallen for Lin Haoshi at first sight and had liked him since they were children.

Lin Wan’er had confessed her feelings several times, but Lin Haoshi always politely rejected her, telling her they were cousins.

But he had never truly seen Lin Wan’er as a cousin. Lin Haoshi was grateful to the Lin Family, but he felt no emotional attachment.

His attitude made Lin Wan’er miserable, but there was nothing she could do. She had been forced to accept this reality her whole life.

Later, Lin Haoshi’s biological grandfather came to the Lin Family to take him back, effectively cutting his ties with them.

So, Lin Wan’er tearfully begged her mother. Aunt Lin, left with no other choice, asked someone to act as a matchmaker, hoping to arrange an engagement between the two.

Lin Haoshi had disliked Lin Wan’er since they were little. It wasn’t because she was a bad person; he just genuinely didn’t like her. Of course, he refused.

Seeing that Lin Haoshi was unwilling, Lin Wan’er’s mother went to plead with her sister-in-law—Lin Haoshi’s biological mother.

Mrs. Lin then pressured her own son, but he still wouldn’t budge. So, she went to cry and complain to Mr. Geng.

Lin Haoshi listened to his grandfather more than anyone. If his grandfather were to say the word, Lin Haoshi would surely have to agree.

Lin Haoshi’s grandfather’s surname was Geng. His household registration hadn’t been processed yet, but once it was transferred, Lin Haoshi would take his grandfather’s surname and be called Geng Haoyi.

"Hao, that Lin Wan’er is gorgeous. Why don’t you like her?" the other underling asked curiously.

"I don’t know why, I just don’t." ’And I *really* don’t like her.’

"Hao, let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s find a restaurant to eat and rest for the night. We’ll hit the road again tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

「The next day.」

When Gu Jiaojiao pushed Su Shuochi out, the Su family’s living room was already full of people.

Breakfast at the Su family home was quite a feast, mainly because Uncle Dong had provided a generous budget for food.

For the first time, Su’s mother didn’t go out to sell steamed buns. Instead, she stayed home to simmer pumpkin congee, make pumpkin pancakes, stew donkey bone soup, and wrap donkey meat dumplings...

’This is worth more than the money I’d make from the stall.’ Besides, these people were friends of Grandpa Jiao Jiao.

Su’s mother used all of her best skills to prepare a sumptuous and nutritious breakfast.

Uncle Dong and Mr. Sheng had gone early in the morning to pick up several VIPs and bring them to the Su family home. Their duty was to entertain these important guests.

Mr. Sheng looked pale, clearly from a bad night’s sleep. Everyone pretended not to notice.

After breakfast, Gu Jiaojiao had to leave for her classes. Su Shuochi saw her off and took the opportunity to check on the courtyard renovations.

The others, full and satisfied, chatted in the Su family’s living room. Su’s mother and Mrs. Gu cleared the dishes and began preparing for lunch.

The phone in the Su family’s living room rang. Geng Ruixian was sitting closest to it.

"Hello, is this Su Shuochi’s residence? My name is Lin Haoshi, and I’d like to ask if Brother Su is home?"

"Yes, it is. Shuo Ci has gone to take Jiaojiao to her class. Is there a message I can pass along?"

"Are you Su’s father? Could you please tell Su that we’ll be arriving in Qing City tomorrow? I’ll call him again tonight."

"Alright."

BEEP BEEP...

"He’s hung up. It was a friend of Shuo Ci’s. He said he’s coming to Qing City tomorrow to see him," Geng Ruixian said to the others, still holding the receiver.

"Ruixian, don’t worry about it. Shuo Ci’s friend will call back tonight."

Old Sir Gu offered a kind word of comfort when he saw that Geng Ruixian’s hand, gripping the phone, was trembling.

Geng Ruixian couldn’t explain why, but hearing the voice on the other end of the line had made him uncontrollably agitated.

’Perhaps it’s because I haven’t answered a phone in ten years.’ He reluctantly placed the receiver back in its cradle.

Everyone got busy again. Uncle Dong enthusiastically invited them, "Would you all like to take a walk around the compound?"

"I’m not going. If I run into someone tactless, this old man will die of anger," Li An said, glaring resentfully at Mr. Sheng.

Mr. Sheng could only take it. Who could he blame for having such a disappointing daughter? Thankfully, he also had a respectable adopted daughter.

’Everyone still respects me, at least.’ This thought helped Mr. Sheng feel much more balanced; otherwise, he would have exploded with rage.

Since last night, Cheng Tao had been studying the paintings Gu Jiaojiao had made and didn’t have time to go out.

He Shen Yi was examining the medicinal herbs Gu Jiaojiao had given him. Many of them were precious, and he had no idea where she had bought them.

Xia Qiuming was reading the surgical notes Gu Jiaojiao had given him, many of which covered fields he had never encountered before.

’Jiaojiao is an excellent surgeon, there’s no doubt about it. Otherwise, she couldn’t have written such perfect case studies.’