Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife

Dong Qiming had always been sensitive about his parents’ awkward relationship, and Sheng Yueyue had just exposed it in public.

He was burning with rage, wanting nothing more than to beat her face to a pulp. And so he did, his blows growing harder and harder.

He threw a punch, aiming straight for Sheng Yueyue’s face. His fists whistled through the air, each blow more vicious than the last, landing squarely on her face.

Sheng Yueyue shrieked and wailed as she took the beating, her small hands flailing wildly.

"Dong Qiming, you bastard! WAHHH, how dare you hit me! I’ll get my brother to kill you!"

"Your brother? Your eldest brother isn’t home, you know! Your second brother has a crush on my cousin, so he won’t cross me. And your third brother is no match for me..."

A cruel smirk played on Dong Qiming’s lips. "Let me guess, who exactly can you call to kill me?"

"You... you... You’ve got some nerve! Do you know who I am?" Inside, Sheng Yueyue knew Dong Qiming was right.

Her eldest brother wasn’t home. That second idiot had glared at her this morning; he definitely wouldn’t help her.

The third idiot hadn’t given her the time of day for a long time, He Aijun wasn’t in the compound either, and the only one left was Song Zijin.

"Song Dan! Get over here and pull this lunatic off me! If you don’t, you’re going to lose your sister-in-law! He’s going to beat me to death!"

Sheng Yueyue roared arrogantly. Seeing that Song Dan and Song Qianqian were just standing there, she bellowed again.

"Are you all dead? Get over here and pull this lunatic off me! Do you know who I am?"

But she had no idea that with that one sentence, she had offended everyone present.

Originally, some of the more righteous boys couldn’t stand the sight of a guy brutally beating up a girl.

Even though Sheng Yueyue had a vicious mouth, they felt Dong Qiming was taking it too far.

Sheng Yueyue’s furious roar stopped them in their tracks. Since she said they were all dead, they might as well be completely dead to her.

Those who were about to step in and break up the fight abruptly stopped. A few others who had always disliked Sheng Yueyue couldn’t help but start laughing.

"See that? She’s been beaten to a pulp and she still won’t back down. Do you guys even know who she is?"

"Isn’t she just the Sheng Family’s daughter? The Dong Family is just as powerful, which is why Dong Qiming dares to beat her like this."

A boy who lived in one of the compound’s dormitory buildings commented sourly.

In reality, he was just resentful of the rich and hoped people better off than him would fight every day for his entertainment.

"It’s not about which family is more powerful. The main thing is Sheng Yueyue has been way too arrogant lately. I heard she even beat someone up in the street the other day."

"What? She dared to beat someone up in the street? Dong Qiming should give her a couple more slaps."

"Hah! Beating someone in the street is nothing. She doesn’t even respect her own mother. I live next door and I hear her cursing her mom at home all day long."

"For real?"

"Absolutely true."

"Oh my god! If what you’re saying is true, the consequences of really pissing her off would be unimaginable."

When Sheng Yueyue saw that not only was no one helping her, but they were actually enjoying the show, she stopped her dry wailing and glared furiously at the crowd.

After throwing a dozen or so punches, Dong Qiming had finally cooled down a bit. He stopped and asked her curiously, "Why’d you stop crying?"

"You’re all a bunch of cold-blooded animals! Why should I cry? Why did you hit me?"

She accused him resentfully, her smeared makeup making her face look even more twisted and ferocious.

"I... I hit you to teach you a lesson! You better remember this: don’t you ever talk about my parents again. If you do, I’ll beat you every time I see you."

Sheng Yueyue bit her lip, looking incredibly wronged, but a vicious glint flashed in her eyes.

Dong Qiming didn’t understand what he was seeing. He thought he had beaten her into submission and was about to feel smug.

"You’re dead!" Sheng Yueyue grabbed a stool and swung it at Dong Qiming, her vicious expression like that of a demon from hell.

Everyone gasped and shut their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Dong Qiming’s head being bashed in.

Gu Jiaojiao had been watching Sheng Yueyue the whole time. She knew Sheng Yueyue was vicious, but she hadn’t expected her to be *this* vicious. Gu Jiaojiao rushed forward and kicked the stool away.

After falling to the ground, Sheng Yueyue immediately scrambled back up, dusted herself off, and glared at Gu Jiaojiao with a face full of resentment.

She’d learned her lesson this time and didn’t stay on the ground waiting for Gu Jiaojiao to step on her back.

Gu Jiaojiao watched Sheng Yueyue coldly, saying nothing. She was well aware of the beastly side of human nature.

At its core, human nature was cruel. Psychologists even said that beastliness was humanity’s true nature.

It was only the development of civilization and the constraints of morality that forced humans to suppress this beastliness, forming self-consistent ways of thinking and codes of conduct.

In truth, human nature was inherently malicious—an animal instinct for survival. Unrestrained, its capacity for cruelty was boundless.

Take Sheng Yueyue, for example. She thought she was a transmigrator, the darling of this era.

At first, she wanted to cloak herself in an elegant and magnificent facade, to become a kinder goddess—a hypocrite.

But after being ignored time and time again, she stopped pretending, her hypocrisy giving way to her true nature.

That was why Gu Jiaojiao didn’t speak, only stared at her, afraid she would have another animalistic outburst and hurt someone innocent.

Sheng Yueyue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing. "You mere mortals! How dare you so brazenly oppose a daughter of heaven!"

Everyone: "..."

So it wasn’t just a rumor that Sheng Yueyue had lost her mind—it was true!

But Gu Jiaojiao wasn’t going to indulge Sheng Yueyue any longer. "You say you’re an Immortal? Do you know that Immortals can ride the clouds and mist? That Immortals can shapeshift?

It’s an indisputable fact that we mere mortals cannot contend with Immortals.

You spend all day fantasizing about being an Immortal, so you must cultivate. Once you have magical powers, you can fly through the sky and burrow into the earth.

Don’t you want to be an Immortal? Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go cultivate!

As long as you can cultivate to the highest realm, you’ll be able to ascend. Then you can do whatever you want.

Immortals are also divided into nine levels. Sheng Yueyue, what level are you now? Can you ride the clouds and mist, or can you shapeshift?

If you can’t ascend, then you’re a fraud, or maybe a demon. In that case, you’ll either end up in a mental hospital or be burned at the stake like a demon."

"Jiaojiao’s right! We all thought Sheng Yueyue had just lost her mind, but it turns out she’s possessed by a demon! Tsk, tsk..."

Zhang Mingyu, ever the top student, had a quick mind and immediately chimed in to support Gu Jiaojiao.

"Oh my god! So Sheng Yueyue is a demon!"

"I’m not going anywhere near Sheng Yueyue from now on. What if she eats me?"

"Oh my god! My poor brother, he’s so unlucky. He’s supposed to marry a demon next month!"

"Sheng Yueyue, do you even recognize me? Quick, tell me, what’s my name?"

Sheng Yueyue: "..."

She had been so focused on being the chosen one that she’d completely forgotten people might think she was a demon!

The arrogant Sheng Yueyue from a moment ago now stood opposite Gu Jiaojiao, her face swollen like a pig’s head, completely at a loss.

Once upon a time, she had fantasized about making everyone worship her, about grinding Gu Jiaojiao under her heel.

Little did she know how fickle the world could be; a small twist of fate was all it took to doom her beyond redemption.

"Gu Jiaojiao, stop spreading this nonsense! I’m not some kind of demon!"