The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly

Chapter 544: Chapter 227 My Son is a Treacherous Official (Part 3)

”Scum! Degenerate!!”

He Tiantian had just walked out of two passionate novels, her patriotic zeal and national faith at an all-time high.

Seeing such an animal who colluded with foreigners and brought disaster to his own country, she truly wished she could obliterate him personally.

Ironically, it was such a beastly figure who was the biological son of the body He Tiantian had time-traveled into.

Of course, the original owner, Ms. Hetian, was no good either.

As the saying goes, like mother, like son, or perhaps it could be said that He Xi had become an extremely selfish and unscrupulous villain under his mother’s influence.

Not to mention other things, He Xi’s superb acting skills and perfect disguise were inherited from Ms. Hetian.

On the surface, Ms. Hetian was a virtuous wife and good mother who endured hardship to raise her three children in her husband’s memory.

Due to excessive toil, she was weak and sickly, she was kind to others, and never had conflicts with anyone.

She was grateful and, after her son made a success, she was compassionate to the elderly and the poor, helping her fellow villagers.

She also treated her daughter-in-law very kindly, never acting like an evil old lady nor speaking ill of her daughter-in-law in public.

But—

He Tiantian closed her eyes, ”This is just a prime example of a hypocrite in disguise.”

What enduring hardship?

Bullshit kindness!

She always pretended to be a Sick Beauty, using her lovely face and slender figure to have affairs with several men in the village.

In public, she put on an appearance of ”I am guilt-free, so I am not afraid of gossip,” yet she would cry and complain to those men behind closed doors.

She never talked about remarrying, but she gave those men a misleading message: My children are still young, once I’ve raised them, then, then I will marry you!

Facing the men’s affection, she neither agreed nor declined, just keeping them hanging.

A pair of watery, captivating eyes, as if equipped with hooks, latched onto the men’s hearts easily.

Those men all felt they still had a chance to marry such a beautiful and virtuous woman.

Thus, several foolish men (or should they be called sycophants?) covertly helped out, ensuring Ms. Hetian’s fields were planted, water was fetched, and firewood was chopped.

During festive seasons or major holidays, some would even secretly send her desirable goods like fish and meat.

When her eldest son needed tuition fees, money for books, or traveling expenses for exams... she didn’t need to do much, just sigh a few times before one of her paramours, and everything was magically settled.

Of course, it wasn’t that no one gossiped.

Not just Ms. Hetian with her unclear associations, even those truly virtuous women were subject to gossip.

A widow is often the target of baseless accusations.

Most widows, to avoid gossip or suspicion, deliberately declined any help and became tough and impolite.

But Ms. Hetian wasn’t afraid of these.

Whenever someone made a suggestive joke, she would take her two young children, grab a handkerchief, and sit at that person’s doorstep.

The person would not make a fuss, but just discreetly shed tears.

Her youngest son and daughter, one aged five or six and the other barely one or two years old, seeing their mother cry, would also start bawling.

What is meant by a widow and orphans?

What connotes heartbreaking grief?

The scene of mother and children crying together profoundly explained these phrases.

People always sympathize with the weak, and the Hetian family’s looks were not bad either; seeing beautiful people cry made them seem particularly pitiable.

Not to mention the onlooking neighbors and fellow villagers, even the gossipers themselves felt a bit guilty: Could it be that I’ve really wronged her?

If Ms. Hetian, like other women, threw tantrums or threatened to hang herself, the equally fiery village women might not have backed down.

But she didn’t argue or fuss, simply hugged her two young children and cried at her doorstep.

Her crying was heartbreaking, mournful, making even the cuckoos bleed and monkeys lament, and convincing the whole village to criticize their backbone—how cowardly it was to bully a widow and orphans?!

Even the clan leaders and village chiefs couldn’t just sit by and ignore this, and they stepped forward to uphold justice.

Regardless, after her husband’s death, Ms. Hetian didn’t remarry but raised three children alone, a mark of a chaste woman.

The court, while not necessarily honoring every chaste woman, at the very least, shouldn’t insult or bully her.

Moreover, most of the villagers shared the Tian surname, tracing back three or four generations as direct brothers.