Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 104: Incompetence Is Not Your Fault

Mrs. Sheng wanted to explode with anger. She had given her heart and soul to her children. ’How could they say I don’t care about my son?!’

But then she remembered the hardships her daughter had endured after being switched at birth by that wicked woman, and she had to admit she truly hadn’t been a proper mother.

"Yueyue, is that any way to talk to Mom?" Seeing the pained, self-reproachful look on his mother’s face, Sheng Shiwen snapped.

Sheng Shiwen’s yell sent Sheng Yueyue into a fit of wronged, dramatic sobs.

"WAAAH... It was a mistake for me to come back... Dad won’t come home for dinner, Second Brother yells at me, and Third Brother is avoiding me... WAAAH..."

Mrs. Sheng was already sad and filled with guilt. Seeing her daughter cry as if the sky were falling, even she, who was usually so strong, was moved to tears. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Yueyue, please stop crying. I’m begging you. It’s breaking my heart to see you like this. Your father often has to entertain clients, but from now on, I’ll make sure he comes home to eat with you every day..."

CLACK! "I’ve lost my appetite! WAAAH..." Sheng Yueyue slammed her chopsticks on the table.

She was already full anyway, so she simply threw down her chopsticks and started fake wailing, completely ignoring whether her mother had eaten or not.

And indeed, Mrs. Sheng hadn’t eaten a single bite. She had been busy picking out pieces of meat for her daughter, and now that her daughter wasn’t eating, she lost her appetite as well.

Sheng Shiwen, on the other hand, had finished a bowl of rice. He noticed that his mother’s bowl was still untouched and her face was streaked with guilty tears.

Then he looked at his sister. She was wailing loudly, but there wasn’t a single tear on her face. He fought the urge to slap her across the face.

’In the past, my heart would have ached for her too. I never would have thought to check if she was actually crying!’

He remembered what Gu Jiaojiao had berated him with two days ago. ’Being incompetent isn’t your fault.’

’But being incompetent *and* gullible, letting yourself be used as someone’s weapon—that *is* your fault, you dumbass.’

’Heh! Wasn’t I a complete and utter dumbass!’

He gently set down his bowl and chopsticks. "Yueyue, you can stop the fake crying. Just tell us what you want us to do."

Sheng Yueyue, who was in the middle of her heartfelt performance: ...

Mrs. Sheng, who was overcome with uncontrollable grief: ...

They both looked up at Sheng Shiwen. His expression was more solemn than they had ever seen before.

"Xiao Wen, how can you say that to your sister!" Mrs. Sheng said, her voice choked with sobs.

"Yueyue, are you trying to imply that Xiao Wu didn’t go to his classmate’s house tonight, but went to the Su family’s instead?"

"That’s impossible," Mrs. Sheng immediately shot back. "We’ve already cut all ties with Jiaojiao. There’s no way Xiao Wu would go to the Su family’s house. Besides, they don’t have any food to give him."

She added with conviction, "All those sick people in the Gu Family haven’t even gone to a hospital for treatment. That just goes to show how poor the Su family must be."

Seeing her mother’s refusal to believe it, Sheng Yueyue suddenly thought, ’So what if Mom finds out that third fool went to the Su family’s house?’

’Mom has a point. With those invalids from the Gu Family dragging them down, the Su family couldn’t possibly have any food to give that third fool.’

"WAAAH... Second Brother, how could you think such a thing? The Su family doesn’t have any food to give Third Brother!"

"Then what were you implying with all your hints? You made Mom lose her appetite completely."

"Xiao Wen, I’m not hungry," Mrs. Sheng interjected. "Don’t be so hard on your sister. She’s just worried about your third brother."

"Mom, I’m going to my room to study. I have a certification exam in two months." With that, Sheng Shiwen went upstairs.

"Mom, I’m going to my room to study, too." Sheng Yueyue left without a backward glance.

’If I’d known this was how it would turn out, I shouldn’t have even bothered caring whether that third fool went to Gu Jiaojiao’s house or not.’

’Now that second fool has a terrible attitude toward me, Eldest Brother is gone for who knows how long, and that third fool hasn’t been speaking to me for ages.’

’How are things even worse now that I’m reborn than they were in my past life?’

’This makes no sense!’

’Sigh! I’d better get some sleep. I need to be full of energy to ’accidentally’ run into He Aijun tomorrow.’

The He Aijun on Sheng Yueyue’s mind had already packed his bags. He was set to depart for the Southern Border first thing in the morning.

Meanwhile, the He Family was also gathered around the dinner table. Mrs. He looked at her handsome, dashing son and spoke.

"Jun Yazi, who knows how long you’ll be gone this time. I’ve already lined up a few potential matches for you. Do you want to meet them?"

"Mom, let’s just wait until I get back. I don’t even know how long I’ll be gone. Why hold some nice girl’s life up?"

"All right, then. Just make sure you take care of yourself. Your brother is getting married at the end of the year. It’s a shame you won’t be able to come back for it!"

"My brother’s getting married? Is it to the younger daughter of the Dong Family?"

"Yes. Yuanyuan agreed to marry your brother when she returned from her performance tour. Her mother even came to our house personally to give us the news."

"So my brother’s persistence finally paid off! That’s fantastic news. Big Brother, congratulations!"

"Thanks, Second Brother. You’d better have a big red envelope ready for me," He Aiguo said, his face beaming.

His handsome face looked overjoyed, but only he knew the real story.

But he didn’t mind. ’No matter how beautiful a love a woman experiences, in the end, she’ll always choose to marry the most suitable man.’

’Look at the brilliant Lin Weiyin from the Republic era. She was so fond of the author of *Farewell to Cambridge*, but didn’t she choose not to marry him in the end?’

’All of these romantic entanglements are just precious life experiences. The rivals who didn’t beat me just prove that I’m not a bad catch myself.’

Just as He Aiguo was reveling in these smug thoughts, his third brother doused him with a basin of ice-cold water.

"Second Brother, our future sister-in-law only agreed to marry Big Brother after she got dumped by a cripple."

"Old Three, what’s that supposed to mean? Explain yourself to me, right now," Mrs. He demanded, displeased.

"Mom, don’t listen to He Ailin’s nonsense. You know he’s never serious about anything," He Aiguo said to his mother gently, then shot a fierce glare at his third brother as a warning.

"Mom, you already know all about how Dong Yuanyuan used to chase after Su Tuan. Why are you even asking me?"

He Ailin felt wronged by his big brother’s glare, but he didn’t dare say anything more.

He had been there watching the drama unfold the day Dong Yuanyuan got into a fight with Zhou Mei. Plus, he was in the same class as Zhou Ling and Su Qinchun.

Those two were always airing each other’s dirty laundry whenever they met, so he knew a bit more of the juicy details than most people.

"Oh, you’re talking about *that*," Mrs. He said. "You little rascal, don’t spout nonsense when you don’t know the facts. It’s because that boy from the Su family became a cripple that Dong Yuanyuan was no longer willing to marry him."

"Mom’s right," He Aiguo said, backing her up. "A wise bird chooses the best tree to nest in. It wasn’t our future sister-in-law who was abandoned by Su Tuan. Xiao Lin, you need to study harder, or you’ll keep embarrassing yourself by using the wrong words."

He Aijun took the opportunity to lecture his younger brother as well. He then turned to his two younger sisters and said, "You two also need to study hard and try to get into a good university."

"We know, Second Brother. You can go to the Southern Border without worrying about us."

The subject of the He Family’s discussion, Su Shuochi, had just seen off the Sheng father and son, as well as Song Zijie.

He had also finished grinding the meat for the household, and after taking a shower, he had his wife give him his usual acupuncture treatment with the silver needles.

"Su Shuochi, close your eyes. I can’t concentrate with you staring at me so intensely."

"Honey, I’ve always looked at you like this. Why is it suddenly a problem? Is it because things are different now that you’ve fallen in love with me?"

"Of course they are. Are you saying you don’t feel any different?" Gu Jiaojiao had always been frank and open.

"I feel a big difference, too. Honey, my eyes are closed. You can start."

With his eyes closed, Su Shuochi’s sense of smell became even more acute. The faint, herbal fragrance from her body drifted into his nostrils, and the fingers holding a silver needle pressed gently against his chest...