The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly

Chapter 822 - 325: The Phoenix Man’s Rebirth (Part 9)

One week later, He Jingtian received his first payment for a translation, reaching over three hundred, almost equivalent to a month’s salary for a newly employed worker.

Seeing a large stack of big reunion banknotes, He Jingtian finally felt at ease—Indeed, I can make money. Through translation, even while still in school, I can support myself and my real mother!

Money truly is one’s confidence.

Especially for someone like He Jingtian, a poor boy from a mountain village with no other support besides himself.

Being able to earn a considerable amount without affecting his studies was absolutely something that brought him immense peace and pride!

"Mom, let me take you to the department store! I’ll buy you a radio, so you won’t feel too lonely at home listening to the broadcasts!"

"And I’ll get you two new outfits, oh, right, also some snow cream, we need to buy that too!"

He Jingtian was very excited, holding the roll of big reunion banknotes to show his real mother, continuously making plans.

"...Buy yarn!"

Mrs. He felt her son’s joy, and she also smiled.

Rarely making requests to her son, she timidly said it.

He Jingtian was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized why his real mother wanted to buy yarn.

His real mother remembered the casual remark he made that day, and she earnestly wanted to learn knitting so she could knit a "Mom’s brand" sweater for him!

Since childhood, his grandmother had been kind to He Jingtian, almost granting every wish.

Yet, He Jingtian always felt something was missing.

Today, hearing his real mother’s words, seeing only his reflection in her pupils, He Jingtian suddenly understood.

It’s not that his grandmother didn’t care for him, but she wasn’t his real mother. His grandmother’s affection had reasons—

First, he, He Jingtian, is her son’s son, and her love for him stems more from her son.

Second, He Jingtian could carry on the lineage of the He Family, with his grandmother still reminiscing, "I’ve lived up to Old He’s family ancestors" before closing her eyes.

Only his mother, who wholeheartedly loved him, cared not for anyone else, solely because he is her child!

"Alright! Let’s buy yarn!"

He Jingtian choked up as he replied. He didn’t want his mother to see him crying, so he quickly turned his head and secretly wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

With money and plans to spend it, He Jingtian picked a weekend to take his mother out for shopping.

"Mom, this is the bus, we’ll take the bus to the department store, don’t be scared!"

Without realizing it, He Jingtian had become more affectionate towards his real mother.

Previously, he would walk in front, letting his frightened mother, like a clueless child, follow him step by step from behind.

His real mother would timidly cling to the corner of his clothing... to be honest, just that action was enough for others to see that Mrs. He wasn’t normal.

And He Jingtian, since he loathed being associated with his "crazy" mother, thought it would subject him to others’ sidelong glances and ridicule.

Mrs. He only further drew attention with her fearful demeanor and shrinking actions.

Thus, it seemed to enter a vicious cycle, ultimately causing Mrs. He to appear more like a mentally disturbed patient.

Now it’s different, He Jingtian no longer let his real mother carefully hide behind him, stealthily tugging his clothing, instead, he openly held her arm.

At first glance, they appeared to be a very close mother and son; the son is filial, the mother perhaps a bit frail, but it’s not a big deal.

Others, seeing them, would at most sigh "What a filial son," "The relationship between this mother and son is really good," rather than scrutinizing Mrs. He with unusual eyes.

Living with his real mother for about ten days, He Jingtian finally understood her condition—she was just terrified, severely lacking a sense of security.

As long as He Jingtian, her real son, could give her enough security, Mrs. He wouldn’t become odd or neurotic.

When Mrs. He appeared normal, people around wouldn’t point fingers naturally.

Without sensing whether those looks were kind or malicious, Mrs. He wouldn’t be afraid, instead she would behave naturally and calmly.

In this way, things entered a Positive cycle.

Holding his real mother’s arm, watching as she no longer bowed her head or darted her eyes around frequently, He Jingtian felt increasingly hopeful about life.

He could earn money now, and because of staying in the faculty dorm, he had contact with many teachers and professors at school, expanding his network quietly.