Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife Chapter 159: Father and Son Meet but Don’t Recognize Each Ot

Old Sir Sheng really wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up. The dicine Jiaojiao had given him just now was very effective.

The tightness in his chest was gone, and his breathing was much smoother now. He had fainted once before and had trouble breathing even after spending several days in the hospital.

"Xiao Wen, you take Yueyue to school. Your Grandpa Song and I can go to the hospital for the check-up on our own."

"I’m not going to class today. How can I go to school looking this filthy? Second Brother, take ho~" Sheng Yueyue pouted and mumbled.

Sheng Shiwen looked at his grandfather, feeling very conflicted. He actually wanted to take his grandfather to the hospital first.

"Xiao Wen, just take Yueyue ho. You still have to get to work, so hurry along."

Grandpa Sheng closed his eyes as he instructed his second grandson. This granddaughter of his hadn’t shown a single shred of concern for him from beginning to end!

This made Grandpa Sheng even more disappointed in his granddaughter, which was why he didn’t want to open his eyes to speak.

In fact, he felt many tis better than he had before fainting. Grandpa Sheng couldn’t help but marvel.

’These dicine pills from the hands of Divine Doctor He of the Imperial City are truly extraordinary. As expected of a titan of the Imperial City’s dical World.’

Divine Doctor Jiang was a titan of Qing City’s dical World, renowned throughout the city, but in the Imperial City’s dical World, Divine Doctor Jiang would be at the bottom of the ranks.

If Gu Jiaojiao knew what Grandpa Sheng was thinking, she wouldn’t know whether to tell him that she had given him a Western dicine capsule.

But she didn’t know. She rushed all the way to her classroom, running her fingers through her hair a few tis. There was nothing she could do about her dirty clothes.

She had clothes in her dinsional space, but many of her classmates had seen her fighting with Sheng Yueyue on the way.

There was no point in changing. She just straightened herself up a bit and headed to class in her dirty clothes.

Sheng Shiwen was her nominal adoptive brother, so she could only rely on her own strength to fight him.

If it had been anyone else, she would have long since hit them with a needle and made them question their own existence.

"Cousin Jiaojiao, who were you just fighting with?" Dong Qiming had just dropped his sister off at the tenth-grade class and was startled when he ca back and saw Gu Jiaojiao.

"Sheng Yueyue and her brother."

"The two of them against just you?"

"You could say that." In reality, Sheng Yueyue was negligible; she had basically knocked her to the ground with a single kick.

"Sheng Shiwen has no class! How could he hit a girl!" Dong Qiming exclaid, indignant on Gu Jiaojiao’s behalf.

In reality, he hit girls too. He had just forgotten about it at that mont.

"How are your parents?" Gu Jiaojiao wasn’t actually concerned about Dong Qiming; she just wanted to hear the latest gossip.

"They probably won’t get divorced for now. My mom seems to have co to her senses, but my dad won’t pay her any mind. SIGH~"

"Why are you being so wishy-washy? Just spit it out already. What are you sighing for?"

"My dad is really angry this ti. No matter how my mom tries to make nice, he ignores her. I think she really got scared this ti."

"Your parents haven’t fought in years. This might be a good thing. Just let your mom cool down properly."

"SIGH~ It hurts to see my mom acting so subservient and shalessly trying to please my dad! But whenever my dad shows her a bit of kindness, she gets carried away and doesn’t know her place. Why can’t they just get along peacefully like other people?"

’That’s because your mom’s a masochist! She’s never had the right attitude.’

"Stop sighing. Your parents are adults; they have their own way of getting along. Maybe that’s what keeps their marriage stable."

"Cousin Jiaojiao, I don’t know why, but I always feel like my dad is in the right."

"Then tell your mom that marriage is about equality. This is a new era; she needs to keep up with the tis."

"I have, but my mom is too stubborn. She feels that she and my dad aren’t a good match in terms of social status, so she always acts like she’s inferior to him."

"Is that so? I always thought your mom was really high-profile and had your dad completely under her thumb."

"HAH! That’s just for show. Only I know that my mom serves my dad like an ancient handmaiden. That’s why he lets her act so arrogantly in public."

"One is willing to hit, and the other is willing to be hit. Maybe they find it sweet. There’s no fixed model for marriage; you just live it however makes you happy. As their children, you should try to be more open-minded about it. Then your family will be more harmonious. Don’t be envious of others."

Gu Jiaojiao wasn’t just placating Dong Qiming against her conscience. Marriage is like wearing a pair of shoes; only the wearer knows if they fit.

"Thanks, Cousin Jiaojiao. Hearing you say that helped understand. I wish I’d talked to you about this sooner. When I was little, I couldn’t stand seeing my mom act so subserviently. I always pitied her and tried to help her, hoping she would be a little tougher. Later, my mom really did change, but it wasn’t a normal kind of toughness. It was a reckless, tactless swagger. It got to the point where my grandpa and step-grandma couldn’t stand her, and my sister and I were too embarrassed to show our faces in public."

Gu Jiaojiao: ...

’What a pitiful kid!’

Fortunately, the class bell rang. Gu Jiaojiao imdiately walked into the classroom, not needing to say anything more.

When the horoom teacher saw Gu Jiaojiao’s slightly dirty clothes, he once again pitied her, going on and on about it.

He had always favored Gu Jiaojiao, which made many classmates agree with the teacher that the Sheng family had gone too far.

Su Shuochi brought Geng Haoyi back to the Su family ho. The mont they stepped through the door, Geng Haoyi’s eyes darted around, searching for his father.

On the way over—or rather, for his whole life—Geng Haoyi had built up a ntal image of his father as a towering, indomitable figure.

However, in the Su family’s living room, apart from three old n and a sallow-faced, sickly young man, there were no middle-aged n at all.

anwhile, Geng Ruixian, who had been watching Grandpa Gu and Professor Li play chess, saw that the young man who entered looked exactly like him in his youth.

He was stunned at first, then shot to his feet. He trembled with emotion as he staggered forward.

They hadn’t seen each other in years, and now he stood right before him. The father and son just stood there as if separated by a vast chasm.

Geng Haoyi looked at the old man before him. The hair at his temples, weathered by ti, had already turned gray.

His world-weary body was bent by the years, and his serene, weathered face was covered in wrinkles.

It spoke of hardship, while his deep-set eyes held a faint sorrow that transford into excitent upon seeing him.

This old man, who looked as old as his own grandfather, might be his father. He found it both impossible to accept and heartbreaking.

He raised a hand to scratch his head, then fiddled with the hem of his shirt. Suddenly, he strode forward and grasped Geng Ruixian’s hands. "Dad... You’re my dad."

The two old n playing chess and Eldest Brother Gu all turned to look when they heard Geng Haoyi’s emotional cry.

Tears stread down the faces of both father and son. It was a deeply moving scene that touched everyone present.

Mrs. Gu, who had heard the commotion and was about to co out to pour tea, found her eyes welling up with moisture. She felt a sudden urge to cry.

Geng Ruixian’s racing heart could not be cald. His son was actually willing to call him "Dad."

He still rembered the decisiveness of his wife and daughter back then, and how his son had rely lowered his head in silence.

His wife and daughter had even told the officials to their faces, "The revolutionary work is a great cause. I will absolutely not let family ties hold back the revolution. My husband’s/My father’s ideology is problematic; you should just handle it impartially."

And now, his son was calling him "Dad" with such emotion. Overwheld, Geng Ruixian fainted.