The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly

Chapter 848 - 333: Screw Your Tragic Perfection (Part 3)

The few acres of the Tian Family’s fields were entirely reliant on Tian Daniu working like an old ox.

If Tian Daniu hadn’t reached twenty years old, and risked never marrying, Old Lady Han wouldn’t have arranged a match for her.

Some things, Ms. Hetian might have known in the past, but she held desires and fantasies for her parents and brother.

Today, something was different; it felt like her mind was being stuffed with numerous things.

Moreover, there was a persistent thought reminding her to break everything down and explain it thoroughly.

With the thick veil torn away, the truths laid bare were cold, bloody, yet undeniably real.

Ms. Hetian felt intensely uncomfortable.

The impact on her was enormous.

She didn’t want to think poorly of her mother, as that would be unfilial and defiant!

Yet the voice in her mind analyzed everything vividly, leaving no room for feigned ignorance.

However, Ms. Hetian still harbored a sliver of fantasy, pretending to reach for her brother’s arm but instead probing his pulse.

The pulse was strong and vigorous!

Aside from being somewhat overweight and thus not entirely healthy, her brother, Tian Yaozong, was even sturdier than her.

Indeed, Ms. Hetian, though strong, often went hungry and still had to overexert herself with labor.

Even after marriage, Ms. Hetian would sneak back to her family to help with farm work.

But she couldn’t neglect her own household duties.

Consequently, although the He Family’s conditions weren’t bad and Ms. Hetian hadn’t faced challenges from in-laws, she found herself even more exhausted than before marriage.

It was like burning a candle at both ends, coupled with the miscarriage years ago, Ms. Hetian’s body was already depleted.

If she didn’t take care of herself soon, she’d be spent within two years.

Ms. Hetian secretly checked her pulse, realizing her body was thoroughly battered.

Compared to her frail outward appearance, Tian Yaozong was genuinely robust.

Ironically, with such a good body, not a hint of illness, Tian Yaozong was pretending to be sick right before her.

Meanwhile, her dear mother was tirelessly siding with him.

Ms. Hetian’s heart felt like it was sizzling on a red-hot iron plate, painfully scorched!

"Mother, please don’t say things like this, better to sell Fu Gui!"

Seeing Ms. Hetian remained unmoved, impatience flickered in Tian Yaozong’s eyes, though he intentionally used his own son as leverage.

Beside them, Wang Family, though she knew her husband was merely pressuring his elder sister, couldn’t help but be frightened.

She held her son even tighter, shrinking into the corner, fearing he might actually be taken away!

"Nonsense! Fu Gui is the root of our Old Tian’s Family. Selling him would sever the Tian Family’s lineage. How could we face the ancestors when we die?"

Old Lady Han continued to wail earnestly, still all thunder and no rain.

Ms. Hetian scoffed inwardly—

The Tian Family’s ancestors?

Ha, it sounded plausible, and those unaware might even think the Tian Family was a centuries-old wealthy family.

In fact, the entire Tianjiawa village consisted of refugees gathered decades ago.

The Tian Family was the poorest in Tianjiawa.

Forget ancestors, ask Tian Yaozong his great-grandfather’s name or where his bones were buried, he couldn’t tell you.

Actually, even Mr. Tian wouldn’t know.

Back then, they were too busy fleeing famine, and when the elders died on the road, they just dug a pit and buried them.

They did swear at the burial: once the descendants prospered, they’d bring back the remains to a feng shui spot for proper burial.

But the descendants struggled to survive, caring for the living, so how could they remember the ancestors turned to bones?

Old Lady Han still talked about ancestors.

Ha, Ms. Hetian wanted to retort: "Mother, don’t worry about facing ancestors after death. Because you’ll never see them, and even if you did, you wouldn’t recognize them!"

Ms. Hetian was taken aback; when did she become so sharp-tongued and acrid?

Nonetheless, despite the disrespect to the elders these words conveyed, they felt truly satisfying.

Looking again at Tian Yaozong, who was clearly chubby yet feigning sickness, this dear brother, full of impatience and disdain, still pretended to be a good-natured brother.

How blind had Ms. Hetian been? Tian Yaozong’s expression was barely concealed, yet she couldn’t see through it!

Wait!

Why am I viewing my brother in this light?

This is wrong!

In Ms. Hetian’s mind, two voices began to clash.

Yet the weaker one was hopelessly disadvantaged, not just because of its inherent weakness, but today’s revelations shattered her long-held beliefs and persistence!

For instance, she had always believed that she and her dear mother and brother were one family, expecting her brother to be her support.

As the elder sister, she should take good care of him.

An elder sister is like a mother, right...