Dressed As the Villain’s Mother

In the living room, Si Tian leaned on the sofa and told Ji Jiangzhou what happened in the park today. Dad also has the right to know.

She focused on telling the story of the reporter’s interview, but she still felt strange: “Is that person really a reporter? I want to go to the park and check the surveillance again.”

Ji Jiangzhou’s voice is gentle, giving people a very calm feeling: “I will investigate clearly.”

Si Tian: “Okay, I’ll trouble you then.”

Since Ji Jiangzhou said so, there is no need for her to waste time doing useless work.

Sitting on the sofa, Si Tian scrolled through Weibo. She followed several local bloggers on Weibo and would often post promotional information about the store. But today, Si Tian discovered that two of the bloggers had forwarded a Weibo.

[The truth about a three-year-old boy picking up trash turns out to be like this!]

Si Tian paused her fingers, feeling a subtle feeling in her heart. She clicked on the original blog and it has been forwarded thousands of times. The most praised comment below is: [I think it’s wrong after watching the evening interview. Who would take the initiative to pick it up? Rubbish, think about it when you were young]

[A lot of people only see the cute children, I just feel sad, having such parents ruins their lives]

[Tell a three-year-old child to pick up trash, is it his biological parents?]

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Si Tian felt more subtle. She clicked on the interview video of the original blog. The pixels were not high, but people familiar with it could recognize Ji Zhile at a glance. Si Tian felt that Ji Jiangzhou did not need to investigate. She seemed to have found the culprit.

The man in the video asked: “Last time you said that your mother hurts when beating people, does she often beat you?”

Ji Zhile’s voice was flustered: “Yes, my mother beat someone.”

Si Tian: …

“Ji Zhile!”

Hearing his mother’s voice, Ji Zhile quickly hid the notebook, climbed off the stool, opened the door of the room, and ran down.

Walking to his mother, Ji Zhile heard the voice from the mobile phone. His eyes widened immediately and he leaned his head to look at the video on his mother’s mobile phone. He opened his mouth in surprise: “Mom, this is me.”

Si Tian: “Listen, is this what you said?”

Ji Zhile muttered softly, “I hate that uncle.”

But he is still watching the video. Until the last sentence appeared at the end of the video, Ji Zhile opened his eyes wide and said in a panic: “I didn’t say that, Mom, I didn’t say that.”

He panicked for a moment. He remembered that he clearly said that his mother would not beat others. Why did it become like this? Did he remember wrongly? Or, was he too anxious to say the wrong thing?

Ji Zhile’s eyes were red with anxiety.

Seeing the child’s eyes wide open and about to cry, Si Tian hurriedly grabbed his shoulders and hugged him halfway: “I know, Zhile. Tell me, what were you talking about?”

Ji Zhile was extremely wronged: “I said mother doesn’t beat people.”

“Mom, do you trust me?”

He was still young and did not know what editing was. He was dazed when he heard his own voice say something different.

Si Tian said, “Of course, I believe you.”

What she did not believe was that this blogger actually posted the video of her son directly. Si Tian decided to immediately use the resources around her – Ji Jiangzhou, to sue this blogger!

Hearing what his mother said, Ji Zhile hugged her arm tightly. He thought that his mother would not believe him, because he was not sure if he was really wrong.

Ji Zhile felt his nose a little sore. He buried his head in the crest of his mother’s neck, brushed his hair, and decided to completely forgive his mother for laughing at him.

He said in a small voice, “Mom, I didn’t lie.”

Si Tian patted him on the back: “Mom will avenge you.”

Ji Zhile nodded vigorously: “Yeah!”

Ji Zhile decided to tell her mother about picking up the bottle and being interviewed last weekend. But before that, Ji Zhile said: “Mom, I want to tell you something. But you can’t tell others, especially you can’t tell Xiao Yuan’s mother.”

Si Tian nodded: “I won’t.”

Ji Zhile decided to trust his mother one more time: “Xiao Yuan and I were also interviewed by the reporter’s sister last weekend and she said we could watch it on TV.”

Si Tian was taken aback and then asked, “What TV?”

Ji Zhile still remembers it clearly: “The evening interview at 7:30 p.m. on XX station.”

Channel XX is a local channel in the city where they are now. So before she knew it, her son was on TV once?

Ji Zhile whispered her request: “Mom, can I watch TV?”

Although the bad uncle made Ji Zhile feel disgusted today, his saying that many people like it still moved Ji Zhile. What kid doesn’t want to see himself appear on TV?

Si Tian said: “Yes, it just so happens that our TV has a playback function.”

Ji Zhile cheered immediately: “I’ll ask Brother to watch it together.”

Of course, the more people know about such a big event as being on TV, the better.

Si Tian nodded. When she was tuning the channel, Ji Zhile called Ji Ningyi down. The mother and son sat on the sofa.

Si Tian thought that she was indeed a child. His emotions come and go quickly, which is quite cute.

Si Tian’s thoughts continued until she saw Ji Zhile on TV, standing against the sun, wearing a sun hat and holding a garbage bag to rummage through the trash can.

Find a mineral water bottle and throw it into the bag happily, just like those old women who pick up garbage.

Although she saw Ji Zhile picking up bottles in the park today, this was the first time Si Tian saw her son turning over bottles from the trash can. The smile on her face could hardly be maintained.

Then she heard Ji Zhile say: “If you don’t save money, you will become very poor, just like our family.”

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“I can’t let my mother see it. It hurts my mother to beat someone.”

The smile on Si Tian’s face shifted.

Transferred to Ji Zhile’s face, Ji Zhile’s eyes were round. He said in surprise: “Mom, I’m really on TV!”