Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife Chapter 189: Filthy Mind

Song Zijie was just about to ask Gu Jiaojiao when she had t Gao Xiangming at the farm they all went to, when he heard her speak.

"Aunt Song, Zijie’s wound is healing very well. If you want him to recover even faster, we can try acupuncture."

"Jiaojiao, you can make the arrangents. We have no objections," Aunt Song said, shooting her son a aningful look.

"Sister-in-law, my mom’s right. You can make all the arrangents," Song Zijie imdiately agreed.

Even if his mom hadn’t given him the signal, he would have followed Gu Jiaojiao’s arrangents anyway. Who wouldn’t want to get better faster?

"Jiaojiao, will performing acupuncture take up too much of your ti? After all, your exam is in two days."

Uncle Song had taken his youngest daughter ho to study before returning to be with his wife and son. He chose his words carefully before speaking.

"You need a balance of work and rest for the college entrance exams, too. Acupuncture will take so ti, but he’ll recover faster. Alright, let’s begin. Uncle Song, please take off his shirt."

As Gu Jiaojiao spoke, she pulled the curtain between the two hospital beds, blocking Aunt Song’s view.

Uncle Song, on the other hand, suddenly felt a bit awkward about helping his son take off his shirt. After all, Gu Jiaojiao was a young woman.

Seeing Gu Jiaojiao’s unfazed and slightly impatient expression, Uncle Song couldn’t help but laugh.

’I was overthinking it. She may be a young woman, but she’s also a doctor.’ And so, he did as he was told and began to help his son undress.

Gu Jiaojiao took out her silver needles and disinfected them, her focus entirely on the task as she inserted them. Song Zijie kept his eyes closed the entire ti.

Uncle Song watched Gu Jiaojiao as she carefully administered the acupuncture, looking so dazzling.

Ever since he’d learned of Gu Jiaojiao’s dical skills, he had asked his own father about her.

Uncle Song now held a very poor opinion of Sheng Yueyue. If she hadn’t deliberately snatched Song Zijin’s place, Jiaojiao would have been his actual niece-in-law.

He disliked her, but he was also wary. He worried that Sheng Yueyue would plot against his branch of the family in the future.

After all, his entire family’s abilities combined couldn’t match Gu Jiaojiao’s, yet Gu Jiaojiao had still lost to Sheng Yueyue!

When the ti ca, if Sheng Yueyue decided to stir up trouble in the Song Family, they would be completely unable to fight back.

That Sheng Yueyue was truly shaless. She hadn’t even wanted to marry into the Song Family before; she’d wanted to marry He Aijun.

At this mont, Uncle Song found himself wishing Sheng Yueyue would marry He Aijun, but He Aijun wasn’t around.

Sheng Yueyue’s marriage to his nephew was a done deal. There was no getting out of it.

As a grown man, Uncle Song wouldn’t stoop to gossiping, so he just hoped for it silently.

He thought about splitting the family assets. The two brothers of the Sheng Family had also split early because the second brother’s wife was causing trouble at ho, so Uncle Sheng had divided the family.

If Sheng Yueyue married into the Song Family and started her drama, he would imdiately demand to split the family. He had no desire to get mixed up with a drama queen!

Lost in thought about these things that hadn’t yet happened, Uncle Song looked up again to see his son’s collarbones and head covered in silver needles.

He didn’t ask anything, just stared worriedly at the needles, terrified that blood might start dripping from their tips at any mont.

Only after Gu Jiaojiao had removed all the silver needles did Uncle Song dare to exhale loudly.

"Were you worried just now, Uncle Song?" Gu Jiaojiao asked as she washed the silver needles with disinfectant and put them back in her bag.

"No, not at all. When Jiaojiao does sothing, I’m not worried in the least," Uncle Song said, though he didn’t an it.

Gu Jiaojiao chuckled, gave him a few instructions, and then walked out of the dical room to the courtyard across the way.

Gao Xiangming and the other person had already finished their noodles and were unloading things, while Su Shuochi supervised and took inventory.

He had Gao Xiangming and the other man sort everything and load it onto their vehicle.

There were dicinal herb seedlings, dried dicinal herbs, and herb seeds, as well as a cage of chickens and two wooden buckets of loaches.

There were also river snails that had been kept for a few days, so dried snail at, and, Gu Jiaojiao’s favorite, freshly dug peanuts.

Su Shuochi sold a bucket of loaches, a few chickens, and so other nutritious farm products directly to Aunt Song.

Aunt Song had gotten so for free last ti. That was because they had borrowed her family’s car, which was why they’d shared so with her.

Even though she had to pay this ti, Aunt Song was still thrilled. If it weren’t for her connection to Gu Jiaojiao and her husband, she wouldn’t have been able to buy them at all.

She also asked Gu Jiaojiao for advice on how to make a delicious loach soup, and Gu Jiaojiao taught her without holding anything back.

’These recipes aren’t so ancestral secret. In a future era, they’re not secrets at all.’

’The internet is full of cooking videos; that’s where I learned it, too.’

But in this era, such knowledge was precious. Aunt Song thanked Gu Jiaojiao profusely.

After she finished speaking, Gu Jiaojiao went into a room. She moved two hospital companion beds out of her space.

Then she ca back out and said, "Gao Xiangming, you two get so rest for now. We’ll co back tomorrow."

"Su, Big Sis, you two head back and get so rest. We’re tired from the road, too. See you tomorrow."

It was past nine in the evening when Gu Jiaojiao drove straight back to the compound, as the car was loaded with many things.

She could tell Mr. Su, Su’s mother, and the Gu Family that the car belonged to Gao Xiangming.

When Second Brother Gu saw the nice car, he looked at it with envy, touching it here and there. A man’s love for cars is practically instinct.

"Jingtai, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and help move this stuff! We’re in for another treat tomorrow."

Mr. Gu shouted for his son to co help carry a wooden bucket. His mouth watered at the sight of a large bucket of river snails.

The fried snails he ate last ti were an unforgettable mory.

Next door, Zhou i had been watching TV in her second-floor living room when she heard the sound of a car. She walked out onto her second-floor balcony to look.

’She saw that it was actually Gu Jiaojiao driving back. That car must belong to one of Brother Su’s friends.’

Zhou i’s heart filled with jealousy and hatred. ’On what grounds does that sickly good-for-nothing get to enjoy a life of comfort with Brother Su?’

She gritted her teeth in anger, wishing she could rush down and tear that face of Gu Jiaojiao’s to shreds.

As Gu Jiaojiao opened the driver’s side door, she saw Zhou i standing by the railing of her second-floor balcony, dressed flamboyantly.

She was wondering why Zhou i was so dressed up this late at night, when she saw her staring infatuatedly at Su Shuochi.

Gu Jiaojiao instantly understood what the other woman was up to, especially when Zhou i turned to look at her.

Her face was contorted with fury, her eyes filled with malice, as if she wanted to swallow Gu Jiaojiao whole. A jolt went through Gu Jiaojiao’s heart, and a creepy, skin-crawling sensation washed over her.

Su Shuochi was already in his wheelchair. His legs still couldn’t support him, so Mr. Su just needed to hold the wheelchair steady.

He was usually very alert, but now that he was at his own doorstep, all of his attention was on his wife.

Seeing his wife look up at sothing, he followed her gaze.

When Zhou i saw Su Shuochi look over, she imdiately broke into a doting smile.

"Brother Su, you’re back! Why are you ho so late today?"

Zhou i not only spoke in a cloying, cutesy voice, but she also deliberately pushed up on her heels, trying to make herself look more alluring.

Su Shuochi: ...

’That’s hard on the eyes. Looking at my wife is much more comfortable.’

Gu Jiaojiao saw Zhou i’s pretentious act and knew the woman had dirty thoughts.

Seeing that her husband was ignoring Zhou i, she decided not to bother arguing with her either.