The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly
Chapter 238 - 124: Mom Preferring Sons to Daughters (Part 11)_3

Chapter 238: Chapter 124: Mom Preferring Sons to Daughters (Part 11)_3

If a fight really broke out, Xiao Bao’s skinny little frame, tsk tsk, would be no match for that couple.

"Auntie, what are you all saying? What do you mean ’hold on, don’t cause trouble?’"

He Tiantian pretended not to understand, and while talking, didn’t forget to show off the chubby baby in her arms.

"Oh, this is my son, Zhao Xiaobao, six months old now, hehe, doesn’t he look great? He’s got a little handle too!"

While saying this, He Tiantian also didn’t forget to pull open the child’s diaper, revealing a chubby little bird.

Although Zhao Xiaobao’s brain was damaged, making him somewhat foolish,

his appearance was genuinely good-looking, fair and chubby, with round eyes that always seemed out of focus, but it was hard for ordinary people to spot any issues with a child of just a few months.

"Your son?" The kindhearted auntie’s attention was immediately diverted by He Tiantian, and she hurriedly looked down.

Good lord, he really did have a little handle.

This baby was well-nourished, those little hands and feet chubby like lotus roots.

He would giggles with drool when teased.

He was truly adorable to watch.

Suddenly, the auntie seemed to recall something, leaned over to He Tiantian’s ear, and asked in a lowered voice, "This child, did you ’bring’ him back from outside? How much did he cost?"

Such a young boy is definitely worth several thousand!

"Ah, what are you talking about money for, it didn’t cost much!"

He Tiantian told the blunt truth, but no one believed her.

Though Eldest Fan’s family from the neighboring village had been arrested and few openly traded women and children now,

the going rate was well-known to everyone.

A healthy boy under two years old would cost at least two thousand yuan.

If he looked a bit better, or was younger, he could fetch three to five thousand.

Seeing the disheveled state of He Tiantian and Zhao Xiaoya, and recalling Daniu, who hadn’t returned home with them, the auntie instantly surmised the "real truth" —

He Xiaotian must have used the money intended for Daniu’s ransom to buy a son.

Perhaps the money was insufficient, and the mother and daughter had to beg for food outside for several months to scrape it together.

Yes, that had to be it!

Unfortunately, even though "He Xiaotian" brought a son home, it was too late!

Her husband, Zhao Baozhu, was already sleeping with the young widow.

The young widow’s two sons, each calling Zhao Baozhu "dad," had long charmed the desperate old man.

Don’t even mention an "adopted" son; Zhao Baozhu probably wouldn’t care even for his own wife or daughter anymore.

As expected, He Tiantian, pretending to be confused, took Zhao Xiaoya back to the Zhao Family.

She discovered the young widow and her three sons had already settled in like it was their home.

Bringing another woman home without divorce isn’t really anything unusual in the countryside.

Especially since "He Xiaotian" had been away for several months, and although she had called home, she hadn’t been seen in person.

Zhao Baozhu pretended to be the victim, uttering ambiguous words, making the villagers think that He Tiantian couldn’t handle the Zhao family’s poverty and had run off with the child.

Though few in the village believed this, it gave Zhao Baozhu a justifiable reason to bring the young widow home.

Having lost his wife and daughter, a man like him couldn’t be without a woman to take care of him.

Zhao Baozhu’s lover, the young widow, wasn’t another man’s wife but a widow; their sleeping together wasn’t considered indecent.

Furthermore, the villagers understood Zhao Baozhu; after all, the young widow brought two sons.

The youngest, less than two years old, had no memories of anything else and was being raised just like his own.

Men were reluctant to raise another’s sons, but it was certainly better than being left all alone.

The young widow moved into the Zhao Family with her two sons, and within just a few months, both boys had started to call him "dad."

From morning till night, the sound of "dad" energized Zhao Baozhu, making him feel rejuvenated.

He stopped being lazy and gambling, instead starting to work the fields and even finding time to learn carpentry from his elder brother.

The young widow was a diligent woman, keeping the house spotless and tidy.

Whenever Zhao Baozhu came home tired, he was always met with hot water and a hot meal, and his eldest son would even prepare his footbath.

What does a man value more than a warm wife and happy children?

Zhao Baozhu fully experienced this.

He completely forgot that the former He Xiaotian had been more capable and caring than the young widow.

Zhao Baozhu’s parents, older brother, and other relatives also favored the young widow.

Not to mention anything else, the young widow was good-natured and didn’t throw tantrums like He Xiaotian.

Occasionally, when relatives came to borrow something from the Zhao family, the young widow didn’t watch them like a hawk or lash out and berate them.

Neighbors on both sides praised the young widow to the skies, openly saying Zhao Baozhu should have divorced He Xiaotian long ago and married the young widow.

From the village entrance to their home, Zhao Xiaoya heard many whispers and rumors.

As smart as she was, she also guessed something.

Zhao Xiaoya clenched her teeth and fists tightly.

In her heart, she made a silent vow: if her father truly abandoned them for that young widow, then she would never acknowledge Zhao Baozhu as her real father again!