[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s":3,"chapter-back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-chapter-404":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},802161,1052,"Chapter 404: Leaving","back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-chapter-404",404,"\u003Cp>\"Please wait a moment, ma’am. I’ll go make the apple juice first, then the mango juice for you to drink.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Mu Wu picked up a tray, chose a few apples and mangoes, and headed for the room’s private bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ziquan, your two bodyguards are quite amusing. How have I never noticed that before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That simpleton is actually making the apple juice first. It didn’t occur to him to just peel a mango and make you a glass right away,\" Mu Ziquan said to Gu Jiaojiao, embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s fine, really. I don’t usually eat this late at night. I was just bored and thought I’d join you for a drink.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao said, unconcerned, making small talk with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would have much rather been sleeping than drinking juice, but Xia Qiuming’s sudden, persistent high fever had frightened everyone, so she had to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master, Ma’am said you should have a glass of malted milk to get your energy back.\" Mu Shan handed a glass of lukewarm malted milk to Mu Ziquan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s right. Eat more nutritional supplements. It’ll help your wound heal faster.\" When Gu Jiaojiao saw Mu Ziquan hesitate, she urged him on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re Mu Shan, right? Have a glass of juice, then go bring my motorcycle to the hospital entrance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ma’am, about your motorcycle... I rode it back yesterday afternoon. It’s still in the Mu Family’s courtyard,\" Mu Shan said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go find Mu Qing outside. Tell him to go home and ride Ma’am’s motorcycle back here,\" Mu Ziquan instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Mu Wu returned with three glasses of apple juice and two glasses of mango juice, placing the tray on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately handed glasses of apple juice to Xia Qiuming, Mu Ziquan, and Mu Shan. \"Mu Shan, drink up and get going.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks.\" Not overthinking it, Mu Shan took the juice and downed it in two big gulps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please enjoy, ma’am,\" Mu Wu said respectfully, handing a glass of mango juice to Gu Jiaojiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you,\" Gu Jiaojiao said, taking the glass from Mu Wu. \"Oh, so you like mango juice too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Shan spotted the other glass of mango juice on the tray. \"Well, well, Mu Wu. I never knew you were so clever, planning to drink mango juice with Ma’am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s true! I never would’ve pegged him as the crafty type,\" Xia Qiuming chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I-I like mango juice too. If you guys want some, just let me know. I can go make more,\" Mu Wu said awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing his Young Master glaring at him, he asked, \"Young Master, would you like some mango juice?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Ziquan was about to nod, but then he heard Gu Jiaojiao say, \"He’s better off with apple juice. While mangoes are more nutritious than apples...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...apples are rich in carbohydrates, vitamin E, and other nutrients that are best for someone who’s injured.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Mu Ziquan immediately changed his tune. \"Apple juice is fine for me. You can make me mango juice in a couple of days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Mu Ziquan’s sensible response, Gu Jiaojiao smiled happily. Her smile had a way of warming one’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a smile so beautiful it made the view outside the window pale in comparison. She was dressed simply in a white cotton T-shirt and faded blue jeans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her black hair was tied back casually, making her look vibrant and full of life—no older than sixteen or seventeen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master, if I’d brought a camera, I’d capture that smile. Then I could show my descendants just how beautiful their grandmaster was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Qiuming marveled inwardly. ’She’s so young, yet her medical skills are so profound.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao smiled. \"Once you two have recovered, we can go take pictures in the countryside. There’s no scenery to use as a backdrop in this hospital room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Ziquan felt that no scenery could compare to her beauty. He couldn’t help but say, \"I’m afraid I have to disagree, ma’am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Taking a picture is just about preserving a memory. The background doesn’t matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whether it captures a sorrowful past or a tender romance, a time of great struggle or the fleeting affairs of the world, it’s the frozen smiles, the stunning moments...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...they all seem to fall silent within the confines of a yellowed photograph. Each one holds a living story, a beautiful legend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa! Good heavens, who knew Ziquan, this big brute, could be so poetic?\" Xia Qiuming exclaimed in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Professor Xia, you shouldn’t underestimate our soldiers. They can be men of iron will, but they can also be aspiring poets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ziquan is absolutely right. The past is always filled with stories full of twists and turns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think about celebrities—they love to capture themselves at their most beautiful, preserving their image in photo albums for posterity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But not everyone can become a legend, nor can everyone command the world’s attention.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s why we can take our own pictures, compile them into albums, and leave them for future generations. When they’re grown...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...they can look through old photographs and get a sense of their grandparents’ style. Every gesture we capture can move them like the sight of a shooting star streaking across the night sky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao’s words were heartfelt and touching. In her past life, the many photographs her mother had left behind were what had accompanied her as she grew up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had seen her through her naive school days and the tedious hours at work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao’s words struck a deep chord within Mu Ziquan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself had relied on a few faded, yellowed photos of his parents to endure the most difficult times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Could it be... she’s also experienced losing a loved one?!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just want to remind you that life is a strange thing. You never know if you’ll get a tomorrow or if disaster will strike first. So you have to live in the moment and cherish the people you have with you now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Ma’am is right! We have to cherish the people we have now. Don’t cling to how good yesterday was, and don’t get lost in fantasies about a long tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting idly with the two patients, Gu Jiaojiao found she wasn’t very sleepy anymore. She glanced at her watch; it was almost five in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me check your temperatures again. If neither of you has a fever, I’m heading home. It’s Monday, and I have class.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master, Mu Qing has parked Ma’am’s motorcycle at the hospital entrance,\" Mu Shan said quietly as he entered the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Neither of you has a fever,\" she announced. \"You two get some sleep. I’m going home now; I have class today since it’s Monday.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master, I can call in and get you the day off—\" Xia Qiuming started, but Gu Jiaojiao cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no need. I can just sleep during class.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ma’am, how about you let Mu Shan drive you home?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll be fine on my motorcycle. There’s no need to bother anyone else, and I don’t feel like putting on makeup. Mu Shan, just walk me out through the side door.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mu Shan, see Ma’am to the door,\" Mu Ziquan ordered as soon as Gu Jiaojiao finished speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right away.\" Mu Shan opened the door, and Gu Jiaojiao saw several men standing guard outside. Entry into the ward was clearly under strict control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She keenly observed that the hospital grounds were heavily guarded. Getting in would be difficult, but no one questioned them as they walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was likely because Mu Shan was with her. He led Gu Jiaojiao to the back entrance as if he knew the way by heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jiaojiao saw her motorcycle parked just off to the side. She waved goodbye to Mu Shan, swung her leg over the bike, and rode off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The morning breeze caught her long hair, making it dance in the air. Mu Shan watched her ride away. ’What a graceful figure,’ he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No wonder the Young Master wanted to take her picture!’\u003C\u002Fp>",1333,"2026-06-03T03:31:20.892Z","2026-06-03T03:31:25.558Z",1,"novelbin.me","3e9448a9eb58df7dc00f34a30c9edbee1b61b53165ffc673ed3c5e6b45349568","back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-chapter-252","back-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-chapter-403",635,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fback-to-the-1980s-transmigrated-as-the-bigshot-s-cover.jpg"]