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

Jiang Ruyan had grown up in the lap of luxury, spoiled rotten by the Jiang Family until she knew no bounds, but her courage was only so deep.

She was so frightened that she forgot her decorum and plopped right down on the ground, whimpering, "Brother Su... I don’t dare... I don’t dare anymore. I’ll never dare to marry you again~"

The fear on her face wasn’t an act. Sitting there on the ground, she was filled with genuine regret.

Marrying a cripple who acted like a madman would undoubtedly be a disaster for the rest of her life.

Ever since she had known him, Jiang Ruyan knew he was never one to smile or joke. He was cold and ruthless—a man devoid of human thought and feeling.

She believed the man would actually dare to harm her. A moment ago, she had been captivated by his handsome face, but now she was scared completely sober.

Besides, the good old days of being protected by her uncle and cousin were over. What leverage did she have to coerce Su Shuochi?

And if not Su Shuochi, there was still Wang Shuoci or Zhao Shuoci. She refused to believe she couldn’t find a better rich bachelor.

Sitting on the ground, drenched in a cold sweat, Jiang Ruyan’s thoughts were running wilder than usual. From now on, when she looked for a man, she wouldn’t care about his face.

She would look at his power and influence. Her new goal in life was simple: as long as she could crush her uncle’s branch of the family under her heel, she would be satisfied.

Beyond that, she had no other requirements for the man she would marry—something the cripple before her could absolutely never provide.

The woman sat on the ground, her face streaked with tears like a flower in the rain. Any ordinary person would have softened at the sight.

But Su Shuochi was no ordinary man. His expression remained unchanged as he warned, "Remember this: from now on, if you see me, you walk the other way."

"I’ll remember, I’ll remember." Jiang Ruyan had truly committed it to memory.

"If you remember, then why aren’t you gone?" Su Shuochi toyed with the toy gun, even blowing on its muzzle.

Terrified, Jiang Ruyan shot up from the ground and fled, not even sparing a glance for her grandfather, who was chatting with someone up ahead.

"Ru Yan, Ru Yan, what are you running for?" Divine Doctor Jiang shouted, confused.

When his granddaughter ignored him, he quickly walked over to Su Shuochi and asked, "Comrade Su, what happened to my Ru Yan?"

"Yours? That young woman just now was your granddaughter? She said she wanted to marry me. I told her I was already married, but she insisted her uncle was very powerful and threatened to make my life difficult if I refused!"

Su Shuochi said, his face a mask of frost and his voice low.

Divine Doctor Jiang was dumbfounded. How could he not have known that his gentle, graceful granddaughter was so shameless?

The man told her he was already married, and she still insisted on it?

’Back then, my own eldest son begged her to accept a marriage, and she adamantly refused.’

Today, he had brought his granddaughter to see Su Shuochi, thinking she was merely paying him a visit on her uncle’s behalf.

A moment ago, when his granddaughter had sprinted over from a distance, he’d sensed something was off, but then he happened to run into an old acquaintance.

He had stopped to exchange a few words, and in that short time, his granddaughter had caused such a scene. "Su Shuochi, I, this old man, apologize to you on Ru Yan’s behalf."

"There’s no need for apologies. I’ve already told her to walk the other way when she sees me from now on. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving."

Divine Doctor Jiang had wanted to check Su Shuochi’s pulse, but seeing how displeased he was, he didn’t dare say anything more.

Jiang Ruyan ran back to her uncle’s house, filled with indignation. When her grandfather returned, he gave her a harsh scolding.

But in the end, her grandfather doted on her, so that afternoon he took her to a department store to buy a beautiful new outfit.

He also told her that he would take her to the Song Family’s wedding banquet the next day, where there would be many talented and eligible young men.

Jiang Ruyan had little hope for the "talented and eligible young men" her grandfather spoke of. How could Qing City possibly compare to the Imperial City?

Sure enough, upon entering the Song Family’s home and seeing the numerous guests, not a single one caught her eye.

Just as Jiang Ruyan was getting bored, she saw the groom emerge, dressed to the nines.

’My god! This man was definitely heaven’s favorite son; he was breathtakingly handsome.’

’His face was fairer than that cripple’s, and his voice was much softer and more pleasant than that other man’s fierce, rumbling thunder.’

Faced with such a tempting groom, Jiang Ruyan fell for him at first sight. The world is full of fools for love, and such feelings defy all reason.

Jiang Ruyan didn’t think about marrying him, but she loved the attention she got just by standing near him.

Song Zijin had been transformed by Sheng Yueyue from an ignorant young boy into a master of the romantic arts.

He could tell at a glance that the beauty beside him was interested. She was Divine Doctor Jiang’s only granddaughter, the apple of the Jiang Family’s eye.

The Jiang Family’s status was higher than the Sheng Family’s. With immense regret, Song Zijin said to Jiang Ruyan, "If only I had met you sooner."

"Hehe... then tell me, how would it have been better?" Jiang Ruyan’s vanity was immensely satisfied.

"If I had met you just one day sooner, I would have broken off my engagement to marry you~" Song Zijin said, seeing the girl’s radiant smile, which made her look all the more stunning.

"Then why don’t you break it off and marry me now~" Jiang Ruyan laughed even more brightly, saying it as if it were a joke.

’In her heart, she felt it was impossible—what groom would ever call off a wedding on the day itself?—but she also found the idea thrilling.’

’At least this groom’s face is paler than that cripple’s, and he isn’t in a wheelchair. What’s even more infuriating is that the cripple didn’t even want to marry her!’

"Alright~ Then let’s go back and perform the wedding ceremony. I won’t go pick up the bride," Song Zijin said, stopping in his tracks and speaking with utter seriousness.

He had been displeased with Sheng Yueyue for a long time, especially since yesterday, when she had failed to invite anyone from the Gu Family.

Divine Doctor Jiang held great prestige in Qing City. He had cured many of the city’s powerful and influential figures, and many high-ranking officials had to give him face.

Jiang Ruyan hesitated. She was excited, too. Faced with the most outstanding man in Qing City, should she accept or not?

’Her uncle and eldest cousin had already given up on her, which meant the entire family was about to abandon her.’

’Life in the Imperial City would become impossible for her. Should she just agree to the groom’s proposal and become the Song Family’s daughter-in-law?’

"Jiang... Yanyan, will you say yes?" Song Zijin pressed, his voice full of deep emotion.

’Inside, however, he was thinking, ’If you’re not going to say yes, just say so. I’ll go pick up the bride immediately.’’

He was accustomed to being praised, with countless girls chasing after him. Young, proud, and used to being the center of attention, he was starting to lose his patience.

It wasn’t that he was afraid Jiang Ruyan would refuse; it was that time was running out. If he didn’t go pick up the bride soon, he would miss the auspicious hour.

Having been frightened yesterday and now faced with such a huge shock today, Jiang Ruyan promptly fainted.

"Ru Yan~ Ru Yan~" Song Zijin’s reflexes were quick; he caught Jiang Ruyan and called out her name anxiously.

"Quick, someone take her to the hospital! Cousin Zijin, you go get the bride," shouted a Song family cousin who was with them.

"I’ll carry her back for Divine Doctor Jiang to treat," Song Zijin decided. He wanted to wake Jiang Ruyan up and ask her again if she would perform the ceremony with him.

"Song Zijin, what are you talking about? We should go get the bride first!" Song Zijie blocked his path, looking at him in disbelief.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, he looked to be in high spirits. Of course, he wasn’t really trying to stop him; he was just putting on a show for everyone to see.

He even shot a meaningful look at a few of his followers, signaling them to hurry up and inform the Sheng family and the Song Family elders.

"That’s right, Cousin Zijin. We need to go pick up the bride first, or we’ll miss the auspicious hour."