Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife Chapter 128: Habits Are a Terrible Thing

Looking at her daughter upstairs, Mrs. Sheng really started to wonder if that vicious woman, Ren Xiaofang, had been right. Was there sothing wrong with her own bloodline?!

How else could she have given birth to such an unhinged daughter!

’No, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my bloodline. My sons are all wonderful.’

’It’s all that venomous woman’s fault. She’s the one who swapped my daughter and made her suffer so much.’

’If she’d had a happy childhood, my daughter’s mind wouldn’t have beco so twisted and crazed.’

"Mom, don’t overthink it. None of this is your fault. Let’s hurry and get ready to go to the hospital to see Dad."

Sheng Shiwu looked at his mother, who was consud with self-bla, and gently tried to comfort her.

At the sa ti, he was thinking, ’I won’t have any inco tomorrow, because I don’t have ti to pick up the goods from the Su family tonight.’

"Xiao Wu, thank goodness you’re here. Otherwise, Mom really would have had a breakdown."

Mrs. Sheng’s emotions stabilized, but tears blurred her vision.

She looked at her youngest son beside her with tear-filled eyes, forcing a pained smile onto her face.

"Mom, are you really that biased? This third fool lied to you, and you’re still smiling at him. Have you ever even loved at all?"

That sharp, grating voice rang out again, startling Mrs. Sheng so much that the foot she was raising to climb the stairs nearly missed its step, causing her to stumble.

She looked up and saw her daughter standing at the top of the stairs, looking down on her and her youngest son with eyes full of resentnt and loathing.

Mrs. Sheng’s heart ached. The daughter she had treated with all her heart was actually speaking to her like this, looking at her with such hatred.

She trembled with anger, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her clothes. Her quivering lips parted and closed, again and again, but no sound ca out.

Sheng Shiwu was shocked too. It wasn’t that he was timid, but he had never dread that his own sister would resent them.

He glanced at his mom, knowing she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to bla his sister.

He took two steps forward, ca before Sheng Yueyue, and said in a low voice, "Yueyue, don’t treat Mom like this. You’ve already made Dad so angry he’s lying in the hospital."

"Hmph! You third fool, what right do you have to lecture ? Do you even know who I am?"

Sheng Yueyue sneered, crossing her arms and tilting her nose to the sky. Her disdainful expression was infuriating.

Sheng Shiwu instinctively blocked his mother’s view and asked in confusion, "Aren’t you my sister? Who else could you be?"

"Let tell you the truth. I’m not so little girl who just ca from a farm. That was a long, long ti ago."

Sheng Yueyue had wanted to say she was the chosen one, but she’d said it countless tis and no one ever believed her. There was no point emphasizing it to these idiots.

Sheng Shiwu stared at his sister, dumbfounded. He heard her words but didn’t understand them.

"Yueyue, what nonsense are you spouting? You haven’t even been ho for a year, how is that a long ti ago? Do you feel like every day here is like a year?"

Sheng Yueyue dropped her usual gentle and virtuous mask, her face twisting into a ferocious, undisguised laugh.

"Haha... Living with you high-and-mighty, narrow-minded people—isn’t that exactly what it’s like to have every day feel like a year?"

"Sheng Yueyue, have you lost your mind? How have we treated you poorly? You didn’t like Jiaojiao, so Dad imdiately published a notice in the paper to sever ties with her.

"And Mom has been nothing but good to you, giving you her all. How can you think like this? Are you trying to make Mom and pass out from anger too? You... get back to your room!"

Sheng Shiwu really wanted to curse her out, but she was, after all, his biological sister who had suffered a great deal.

’Sigh! I finally understand how Dad, a man who was so healthy, could suddenly collapse.’

"Hmph! Fine, I’ll go back. Who cares about you people anyway." Sheng Yueyue turned her head and shot Sheng Shiwu a vicious glare.

Then she spun around, walked back to her room, and slamd the door with a loud BANG.

Mrs. Sheng’s legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the stairs. She clutched her chest, her eyes unfocused, a look of utter despair on her face.

’She knew their Sheng Family would probably have no more happy days. But she couldn’t bring herself to bla her daughter!’

Sheng Shiwu crouched down to help his mother up. He couldn’t bear to see her so heartbroken, so he could only pretend that everything was fine and say,

"Mom, you should get so rest. Don’t go to the hospital. My second brother and I will watch over Dad. We’ll call you as soon as he wakes up."

Mrs. Sheng shook her head. "I’m... I’m... fi... fine. You have class tomorrow, so you should stay ho and sleep."

Her hand remained pressed to her chest, as if that could lessen the pain.

Sheng Shiwu looked at his mom, his eyes slightly red, and said softly, "Mom, sister is just upset because of what happened in the woods. She’ll be fine in a couple of days."

Mrs. Sheng looked up at her son, a relieved smile appearing on her pale face. "Xiao Wu, Mom believes that Yueyue is a good person at heart."

Sheng Shiwu glanced at his sister’s closed door, then nodded firmly. "Mom, I believe it too."

Inwardly, however, he thought, ’There’s no way my dear sister is going to get better. It’d be a miracle if an ungrateful person ever did!’

’So people are just born rebellious, born heartless and disloyal. There’s no set template for life, and the sa goes for human nature.’

’Jiaojiao and I never made Mom, Dad, or our eldest brother worry about us when we were growing up. We just needed to be fed, and that was enough.’

’Even Jiaojiao, who was neglected by the Sheng Family, was strong and independent, and never resented them.’

"ACHOO! ACHOO!" Gu Jiaojiao, who had just finished inserting the silver needles for Su Shuochi, let out two sneezes in a row.

"Who could be cursing this late at night? If it were any earlier, I might have put this needle in the wrong spot." Gu Jiaojiao rubbed her nose.

"It must be Old Three thinking of you. His biological sister made his dad so angry he ended up in the hospital. How could he not be missing how good you were?"

"As long as they’re not cursing , that’s fine. Do you want to eat an apple while you’re on the IV drip?"

"Jiaojiao, you should eat one too before you sleep," Su Shuochi said, his heart aching for his wife.

"Okay, I’ll have half. I’ll go to sleep after I remove the silver needles and get your drip set up."

As she spoke, Gu Jiaojiao removed the silver needles from Su Shuochi and deftly hung a few more IV bags for him.

Then she walked out of the dical room to wash the apples. Ever since coming here, she had stopped peeling them.

She washed two apples, cut one in half, and handed a piece to the man. She ate the other half and placed the remaining whole apple on the coffee table in front of Su Shuochi.

"Su Shuochi, should we move up Song Zijie’s surgery?" Gu Jiaojiao asked, chewing on her apple.

"How about we schedule it for this Sunday? It’s not convenient for them to stay in Qing City for too long."

"Okay."

"Jiaojiao, tomorrow I’ll go apply to have a telephone installed in our house, and then I’ll go..."

Su Shuochi spoke happily about tomorrow and the future, while Gu Jiaojiao listened with a grin she couldn’t wipe off her face. "Whatever you say."

The two of them were like an old married couple who had been together for a long ti, able to understand each other with just a single glance.

The things he spoke of were exactly what she wanted to do.

"Jiaojiao, you should go back to the room and sleep. I’ll feed the chickens and the donkey after my IV drip is finished."

No matter how happily Su Shuochi spoke, he was always keeping an eye on his wife. Seeing her yawn repeatedly, he knew she was truly exhausted.

"O-kay." Gu Jiaojiao yawned and left the space.

’Habits are a scary thing. In my past life, I never went to sleep before midnight. Now, here, I can barely keep my eyes open past eleven.’