Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 119: Mr. Sheng Bows in Apology to Everyone

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Mr. Sheng Bows in Apology to Everyone

"Dad, how did you find out? Those old coots are such busybodies, they’re so annoying—"

SLAP... SLAP...

Mr. Sheng, at the end of his rope, landed two resounding slaps across his daughter’s face. The sharp sound made the crowd of gossiping women gasp.

His own daughter had been driving him to the brink lately. Every day brought a new, unwelcome surprise, leaving him dizzy and utterly exhausted.

’And she had the nerve to ask how he knew! He had come here specifically to greet those VIPs.’

"Dad! You actually hit me? What did I do wrong? I just said some damned old pig-feeder shouldn’t be walking in the middle of the road in the compound."

Sheng Yueyue wanted to scream that it was because that damned old man had lectured her about being prudent with her words and actions.

’He made me walk along the edges of the road my entire past life, so what gives him the right to walk right down the middle?’

"You brat! And you think you’re in the right?" Mr. Sheng was so furious he raised his hand to strike his daughter again, but ultimately, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"I don’t even know what you’re so angry about! Do you just have it out for me? If so, you might as well just beat me to death!"

Sheng Yueyue was furious. Her eyes widened as she glared fiercely at her father. In her past life, no one had ever laid a hand on her, let alone slapped her.

’Now, she had an extra twenty years of life experience. She had witnessed the dazzling prosperity of a future age, a world these natives had never even dreamed of.’

’What right did they have to hit or scold her? It wasn’t that she didn’t dare to retaliate, but she knew she couldn’t win a fight against her father.’

’If she could beat him, she would’ve thrashed him senseless, father or not.’ Utterly enraged, Sheng Yueyue plopped onto the ground and started rolling around, throwing a full-blown tantrum.

’She was the Chosen One! Why was she stooping to such disgraceful things like throwing tantrums on the ground and making a scene about wanting to die?’

The more she thought about it, the more wronged Sheng Yueyue felt, her tear-streaked face a mask of indignation and rage.

But more than anything, there was disbelief. She stared at the father who had doted on her so much in her past life.

Yet in this life, he had hit her over a few insignificant, damned old men. A cold resolve filled Sheng Yueyue’s eyes.

’These people have no idea who they’re dealing with.’ She pointed a finger at her father and ground out her words.

"You... you will regret what you’ve done today. Your daughter cannot be wrong. I am the Chosen One!"

Mr. Sheng looked at his daughter on the ground—hair disheveled, face swollen like a pig’s head, still spouting utter nonsense.

He heaved a weary sigh. This shrewd, capable man in his forties suddenly looked utterly dejected.

’The Chosen One? Her? She should stop daydreaming! The nerve of her to even come up with something so ridiculous!’ he wanted to scoff.

’But she was his daughter, after all. He shouldn’t let this public humiliation continue.’

Mr. Sheng might have kept his thoughts to himself, but that didn’t stop others. A high-pitched male voice piped up mercilessly.

"Hah! You’re the Chosen One? In that case, I’m the Jade Emperor! How ridiculous."

"Aren’t the Chosen Ones the Seven Immortal Maidens? Sheng Yueyue, you ungrateful girl! Your father is an outstanding man, and you regret being his daughter?"

Ren Xiaofang’s heart ached for Mr. Sheng as she spoke. She spat on the ground near Sheng Yueyue, wishing she could crouch down and slap her across the face herself.

She had always admired Mr. Sheng and couldn’t stand seeing Sheng Yueyue demean him. It pained her to watch.

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"Haha, then I can say I’m the Queen Mother! Ooh, just saying it makes me feel so happy~"

"Sheng Yueyue has no talent for anything except stirring up trouble. First, she thought the name Xingxing, meaning ’star,’ was too insignificant and changed it to Yueyue for the moon. Now being the moon isn’t enough, she wants to be the Jade Emperor’s daughter!"

"Haha... I’m dying! I want to be the Jade Emperor’s daughter too! Haha~"

Mr. Sheng nearly choked with rage, but he couldn’t blame the crowd for their mockery. His daughter had, after all, started this whole ridiculous conversation.

Just as he was at his wit’s end, Mrs. Sheng came rushing over on her bicycle like a whirlwind.

"Quiet! All of you stop pouring gasoline on the fire! My Yueyue is usually a very good girl. She’s only acting like this because she had a shock yesterday."

"Mom~ I really am the Cho— Mmph... Mmm..." Seeing her daughter was becoming delirious, Mrs. Sheng quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Seeing his wife had arrived, Mr. Sheng started to leave. He still had important matters to attend to.

’At the same time, Mr. Sheng thought to himself that he needed to arrange the simplest possible wedding for his daughter. The only goal was to marry her off as quickly as possible.’

’Why was his life so hard! His adopted daughter had also been married off in a rush.’

Mrs. Sheng called out to him, "Old Sheng, where are you going? Look at our precious daughter! Her face is so swollen."

"Cui Ping, take Yueyue home for now. She’s been distraught for the past couple of days, and I still have important work to finish."

"You’re such an irresponsible father! Look, our Yueyue is crying her eyes out."

Mrs. Sheng was terrified that if she let go, her daughter would start spouting more nonsense. ’If the Song family breaks off the engagement because of this, what will become of her?’

Her heart aching, she pulled her daughter into an embrace, not daring to loosen the hand clamped over her mouth.

"Oh, my poor girl, you’ve suffered so much. It’s all Mommy’s fault. I’ve let you go through so much hardship all these years... and now you have to endure everyone pointing fingers at you..."

By the end, Mrs. Sheng was sobbing too hard to speak, her words breaking off into disjointed fragments.

The middle-aged woman’s tearful lament, her voice mournful and melodious, was enough to bring a tear to anyone’s eye.

After hearing her mother’s words, a flicker of conflict appeared in Sheng Yueyue’s eyes, but it was swiftly replaced by a deep, sullen hatred.

She glared at Mrs. Sheng, her teeth gritted and her eyes filled with a vicious light. Muffled sounds of protest, "Mmph... mmph," escaped from behind her mother’s hand.

Seeing his daughter was about to break free from his wife’s grasp, Mr. Sheng acted decisively. He stepped forward and brought the side of his hand down on her neck in a sharp chop, knocking her unconscious.

"Can a couple of you please come help my wife get Yueyue home? Cui Ping, take our daughter back for now. We’ll sort everything out when I return."

"Alright, Old Sheng, you go on ahead," Mrs. Sheng mumbled, utterly exhausted.

"My poor girl... If you’re tired, just rest. You still have me. Whatever is troubling you, Mommy will help you figure it out."

"I’m sorry, everyone. I have failed to raise my daughter properly and caused you all to witness this spectacle. Please, disperse now."

Mr. Sheng bowed a full ninety degrees to the crowd in apology. When the onlookers saw an official act this way...

...they all lowered their heads, not daring to speak. A few even began to wonder if perhaps they had been the ones to push Sheng Yueyue over the edge.

The human mouth is the most unreliable thing of all. It can whisper sweet nothings one moment and stir up enough trouble to drive a person mad the next.

The crowd, now filled with a sense of guilt, fell completely silent. No one dared to utter another word.

Mr. Sheng straightened up and looked sternly at the crowd. "Do you know where those old men went?"

"They went to the Su family’s home with Grandpa Jiao Jiao," Aunt Song replied when she saw no one else would dare to speak up.

"Old Sheng and I will head to the Su family’s place. The rest of you, go back and await further instructions," Uncle Dong ordered his companions.

Su Shuochi, having just returned, first went to the entrance of the textile factory to look for his father-in-law and Second Brother Gu.

"Shuo Ci, how did you get here before us? Where are my dad and the others?" Mr. Gu greeted Su Shuochi excitedly.

"Grandpa is also coming to sell savory fried crepes?" Su Shuochi asked, confused.

"Yes, Grandpa and Uncle Geng left the house with us, but it’s been a while and they still haven’t shown up. Do you think something happened to them?"