It could be said that He Tiantian, by her sole efforts, brought the entire He Family to the brink of ruin and death.
And what she truly destroyed was the spirit of the devoted Red Party couple, He Yaohua and Wu Zhuoya, who despite being exonerated later, always blamed themselves—
It was because they had not raised their daughter properly that she committed acts detrimental to the nation and the people!
They felt ashamed for failing their country and its people!
The two elderly people lived the rest of their lives in deep depression and died with hearts full of shame and anger.
Naturally, as a villain, He Tiantian didn’t meet a good end either.
After losing her usefulness, she was abandoned by Puslov and eventually froze to death on the streets of a foreign country.
He Tiantian: "Serves her right! What goes around, comes around!"
But the damage and losses caused by the original owner were irreparable.
However, this time her reincarnation would change everything!
He Tiantian wiped her nose again, still bleeding.
Looking at the blood on her handkerchief, He Tiantian smiled bitterly again and again.
Damn, she had really messed up this time.
The Golden Finger was activated too forcefully, surpassing her tolerance limit.
The Human-shaped Computer wasn’t entirely beneficial either.
He Tiantian tilted her head back, trying to keep her nostrils pointed upwards.
She shut off her six senses, not looking, not touching, not thinking, just emptying her mind.
After about ten minutes, He Tiantian’s nosebleed finally stopped, and her mind no longer felt crazily active.
He Tiantian slowly stood up, using the handkerchief as a pad for her hand, and leaned on the wall to slowly shuffle back home.
"Oh my, Tiantian, what happened to you?"
After dinner, having seen off her husband and children, Wu Zhuoya quickly picked up her purse, ready to head to work.
Wu Zhuoya, fluent in Russian, had moved to a military industrial enterprise as the director of the data room after her specialization in the military.
Recently, relations between China-Soviet were not very harmonious, and there were often issues with the Soviet experts, requiring Wu Zhuoya to not only manage the data room but also handle relations with the Soviet experts.
Thus, she was extremely busy.
However, upon glancing up and seeing her daughter covering her nose, with blood on her hands and face, she was startled.
Hurrying forward to support He Tiantian, she asked anxiously, "Tiantian, why is your nose bleeding? Did you accidentally knock it somewhere?"
"Oh dear, let go of your hands, let me see!"
"If not, mother will take you to the infirmary..."
He Tiantian waved her hands but kept her head tilted back, yet said, "Mom, I... I’ve been thinking too hard, I’m malnourished, you... you hurry and make me some braised pork!"
Her hand holding her daughter’s chin stiffened, looking skeptically at the little girl.
This child, she couldn’t be intentionally breaking her own nose just for some meat, right?
It’s not that Wu Zhuoya as a mother thinks too badly of her own daughter, but really, the child had a history of such schemes.
Though not breaking her nose, she had devised sacrifice strategies before.
Once, twice, thrice... in just a short half-year, Wu Zhuoya couldn’t count how many times He Tiantian had pulled such stunts.
Today might be the most severe—blood was drawn, but considering that their meals at home had indeed been poor recently, Wu Zhuoya had every reason to suspect her daughter couldn’t bear it anymore and wanted to pull a big one.
"Also, oh, Mom, you... you get me a pair of gloves, and sunglasses too!"
He Tiantian continued to make some rather excessive demands to her parents, just as the original owner would have, unabashed.
"Gloves? Sunglasses?" Wu Zhuoya became more convinced; her little girl was surely up to her tricks again.
She really was too jealous of those experts, trying every way to mimic them.
Not only wanting to reach their level in food and drink but also wanting to copy their frivolous customs.
As a real mother, she really shouldn’t think so poorly of her own daughter.
But, in recent months, the "surprises" He Tiantian had brought to their couple were simply too many.
Affection is limited, and even loving care and guilt will one day be worn away if not reciprocated.
Wu Zhuoya really did not want to one day resent her own flesh and blood.
"Tiantian, don’t focus too much on these things. We are Hua Country people, and our country is currently facing difficulties..."
Wu Zhuoya tried to reason with her daughter, advising her not to be too blindly westernized and vain.
But He Tiantian seemed to not hear her words, continuing, "Mom, get me some scrap paper, the kind my brother uses for drawings, the more the—"
Before she could finish the word "good," He Tiantian’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted...