Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife Chapter 346: The Scheming White Lotus Husband

’This guy isn’t as handso as ,’ Su Shuochi thought, ’but I’ll admit, he does have the kind of face that could ruin a nation.’

Filled with a sense of crisis, he instantly leaned half his body against Gu Jiaojiao.

He was still half-crippled, so what did he care if people laughed!

You can’t keep a wife by worrying about your pride. Su Shuochi’s motto was simple: wife over face.

"Wifey, you must be starving. There’s breakfast on the table. You eat first. I can keep practicing for a little while longer."

He wrapped his arm tightly around his wife’s waist and asked in a low voice, tinged with a hint of hoarseness and a trace of intimacy.

Gu Jiaojiao’s heart couldn’t help but pound when she heard his deep, magnetic voice.

She looked up, her face blushing, and the flustered, doe-eyed look in her eyes softened considerably as she gazed at the man before her.

Seeing him act like a little wolf pup guarding its ho, she couldn’t help but smile. She was a total sucker for this kind of thing.

This was the man she loved so dearly!

She didn’t know why he was so hostile toward Mu Ziquan, but all she could do was indulge and pamper him.

’Han Jingyi and Xiao Rui were quite handso, too. In a later era, they would definitely be considered young heartthrobs.’

’Those two young heartthrobs used to follow around all day, and this dog of a man never got jealous!’

In that instant, an image popped into Gu Jiaojiao’s head: Su Shuochi was the perfect example of a scheming, white-lotus husband.

"Shu Ci, I am hungry. You should sit down and eat breakfast too. Stop trying to act tough. Let introduce you to our guests."

Gu Jiaojiao quickly spoke up to make her position clear. If she didn’t, her big vat of vinegar was about to go pick a fight!

Su Shuochi was extrely pleased. He clung to his wife’s arm and shot Mu Ziquan a triumphant look, just like a victorious rooster.

Gu Jiaojiao was speechless at her husband’s gleefully silly behavior, but she also found it incredibly cute.

She feigned helping him to the dining table as she made the introductions, then looked up at the others. "Have you all had breakfast yet?"

"Jiaojiao, we haven’t eaten either," Mr. Han said, pointing to the various breakfast items on the table as if listing off treasures. "The boys bought these specially. There’s savory tofu pudding, beef buns, fluffy fried dough cakes, jianbing guozi..."

"Sister-in-law, here’s the stomach-soothing Xiao Mi porridge that Guoguo made," Fu Junyuan said, walking in with a bowl of porridge.

And so, everyone once again filled the large table. Gu Jiaojiao let go of Su Shuochi and secretly shot him a glare.

She knew he was doing it on purpose, but there should be a limit to his clinginess. As the host, it wasn’t good for him to go too far.

Seeing his wife glare at him, Su Shuochi obediently sat down. He habitually ladled her so Xiao Mi porridge and picked up all her favorite breakfast items for her.

Gu Jiaojiao, on the other hand, warmly entertained her "old brothers," especially when she saw that her patient, Mu Ziquan, was in low spirits.

"Grandnephew Ziquan, my Shuo Ci’s injury was even more severe than yours. He’s doing rehabilitation exercises now and will be able to walk normally very soon."

"That’s right, Ziquan, don’t lose heart. I know about Comrade Su Shuochi’s condition. I helped him find quite a few famous doctors back then," Old Sir Han added with deep emotion.

"Several famous doctors diagnosed Su’s leg multiple tis and said there was no hope of him ever standing again, but isn’t he fine now?"

Geng Haoyi chid in. He had lived in the compound his whole life and recognized these important figures, though it was hard to say if they recognized him.

Gu Jiaojiao personally ladled a bowl of savory tofu pudding and handed it to him. "You need to eat breakfast on ti. Don’t starve yourself."

"Thank you, Great-Aunt. Will you have ti to give acupuncture with the silver needles today?" Mu Ziquan asked timidly.

"I do. Later, Shuo Ci has to go to his unit to report for duty. If my ’old brothers’ have ti, they can help roll dicine pills, and I’ll give you your acupuncture treatnt."

Gu Jiaojiao’s voice was gentle and full of concern, but in reality, she was just soothing her patient’s emotions.

Such a gentle and considerate woman made Su Shuochi, who loved her to the bone, wish he could pull her into his arms and dote on her right that second.

From an angle where Gu Jiaojiao and the old sirs couldn’t see, Su Shuochi turned and shot a fierce glare at Mu Ziquan.

His brows were tightly knitted, a sinister glint brewing in his eyes. The lines of his handso face were so grim they looked like they could drip water.

At this mont, the man’s eyes were frosty, as if filled with ice.

Fu Junyuan, Han Jingyi, and Xiao Rui had never seen this side of Su Shuochi. They were so scared their feet felt rooted to the spot, as if entangled by vines.

The blood in their veins seed to freeze. A chill slowly crept up from the soles of their feet, and one by one, their chopsticks fell from their hands.

anwhile, when Gu Jiaojiao and the old sirs weren’t looking, Mu Ziquan shot Su Shuochi a provocative glance.

He sat calmly in his wheelchair, unperturbed, and slowly ate the savory tofu pudding Gu Jiaojiao had given him.

He wasn’t the least bit intimidated by Su Shuochi. At twenty-five, he had already spent nearly a decade in the military, having been brutally knocked around since he was fifteen.

The fragile edges of his soul had long since been worn away, leaving behind a core that was smooth and tough.

It takes a man to know a man. Mu Ziquan was very satisfied that he could pose a threat to this handso husband.

A devilish smile played on his lips, as if to say: ’See? I have what it takes to make your wife care about .’

When Su Shuochi saw Mu Ziquan’s defiant gaze, his expression darkened even more.

’That damn bastard!’

’Damn it all, he’s truly a young master from a proper prominent family. Every move he makes seems so refined and gentle.’

’In particular, he exudes a gentle, bright aura that would make ordinary people feel inadequate and left in the dust.’

But Su Shuochi was no ordinary person. He picked up a beef bun, placed it in Gu Jiaojiao’s bowl, and said with a beaming smile,

"Wifey~ Drink so more of the Xiao Mi porridge, it’s good for your stomach. Have a beef bun, too. You make jianbing guozi for all the ti, so don’t eat it so early in the morning."

Gu Jiaojiao: ... ’This dog of a man, what is he getting jealous over now!’

But she still played along to give him face. "Okay. Hurry up and eat so you can go report to the research institute. Your leg isn’t fully healed yet, so you should still use the wheelchair later."

"Whatever my wifey says." Su Shuochi’s voice wasn’t gentle like jade, but it was deep, llow, and exceptionally magnetic.

The young n who had been scared half to death: ... ’This change in tone is just wrong!’

But watching this public display of affection was much better than being stared at with those sinister eyes.

The old sirs, who had no idea what was going on: ... ’Is this the legendary Zhan Lang?!’

The most uncomfortable one of all was Mu Ziquan. He shouldn’t have provoked him. He never would have dread that this husband could be so shaless!

But Su Shuochi didn’t care at all about everyone’s stares. In fact, he looked proud, as if to say, ’I’m honored to listen to my wife.’

After breakfast, the old sirs put down their bowls, rubbed their hands together eagerly, and walked into the lab to learn how to roll dicine pills.

Geng Haoyi drove Su Shuochi to the research institute to report for duty. Before he left, Su Shuochi whispered to Gu Jiaojiao, telling her to keep her distance from Mu Ziquan.

Gu Jiaojiao, of course, readily agreed. She even gave him a farewell kiss in front of the young n, and only then did Su Shuochi get into the car, completely satisfied.

"Great-Aunt, it’s obvious your husband can walk around just fine. Why is he still using a wheelchair?"

Mu Ziquan thought Su Shuochi was faking it to win his great-aunt’s sympathy.