Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1533 - 1505: This Matter Must Be Made Clear

Chapter 1533: Chapter 1505: This Matter Must Be Made Clear

"There are nine principles that govern the spread of rumors. Simply put, people gossip about others to gain some benefit for themselves, like when businesses create rumors to boost sales. Even though ordinary people’s rumors don’t have visible benefits, they satisfy their own jealousy, which aligns with human nature."

Just like those people who gossip about Mrs. Kiara, insisting that she’s being kept by someone. This is just a subconscious refusal to acknowledge their own failures. What others have achieved through hard work, they cannot do, so they make up excuses, convincing themselves that others must have succeeded through dishonest means. This is an ugly part of human nature, and it’s unavoidable.

It’s just like how cats instinctively chase mice. People’s sense of morality and education suppress these instincts. That’s why people with higher levels of education tend to spread rumors less, while uneducated street women sitting together chewing over other people’s lives, that’s all instinct.

"So we’re just supposed to watch these people talk about us? It’s infuriating!" Kiara’s mother finally understood what Kiara was saying. Her daughter’s greatest strength was explaining complex theories in simple language that even street women could understand.

"If you get angry, you’re only achieving what those people want. Rumors that don’t hurt us fundamentally don’t need to be acknowledged. The more you try to explain, the more people think you’re guilty conscience. When something truly threatens our interests, then we’ll deal with it decisively. For now, just live your life as usual. Don’t get upset about these things because when you do, it makes them happy."

In Kiara’s past life, the rumors about her having a child out of wedlock were even uglier. Someone a bit psychologically weaker might have become depressed. Some people enjoy spreading negative news about others, and there are always those willing to believe such news. Human nature tends to accept the worst possibility as the truth, even when it’s logically flawed.

"If you’re really upset, then you should dress up beautifully every day and live a good life. That will irritate those who are less fortunate than you, and after a few glances, they won’t be able to take it and will shift their focus onto someone else. Another important point is to interact with circles that match our status. Those former so-called neighbors whose lives don’t align with ours—just greet them when you see them. You’re not in the same circle; they’ll think you’re showing off no matter what you say."

Different paths do not lead to common goals. Today’s Kiara’s mother is no longer the street corner woman she used to be. With too much disparity in living standards, chatting with those people would pressure them and, in turn, breed rumors and jealousy, which makes it hard for people to keep their mouths shut.

"Ah... I really don’t want it to be this way." Kiara’s mother felt she was still the same person she used to be; nothing had changed.

"You should interact with the circles that are right for us. Nobody there would dare offend you or me, because there are mutual interests involved. They wouldn’t risk offending you. The jealousy of the former neighbors can only lead them to vent at you—after all, bad-mouthing the wealthy has been a tradition since ancient times and brings no retribution. If you insist on mingling with them, I can only offer you two words."

"What?"

"Asking for it."

"Cheap, cheap!" Wendy was playing with toys nearby. On hearing this, she turned her head and chimed in.

Kiara’s mother was exasperated and pushed Kiara, "You child, how could you talk to your mother like that? It’s my great-granddaughter who knows what’s right, recognizing that Mommy’s argument is one-sided! Come here, Granny will give you a hug~"

Kiara’s mother picked up Wendy and gave her a big kiss. Such a lovely baby, she had never seen a child so clever.

Kiara wanted to say something but stopped herself. She bet her daughter meant not "one-sided," but "cheap"...

Which was the accurate expression Kiara was looking for... acting cheap.

The girl often spent time with her mother and had started to imitate her in expressing herself.

"How can my grandchild be so smart?" Kiara’s mother was warmed by this beautiful misunderstanding, hugging the child and admiring her from all angles, unable to stop saying her praises.

"Kiara, you should have another one. It would be easier to manage two kids close in age, and they could keep each other company. When you get older, and Mum is of no more help, Wendy will be turning one soon, so it’s the perfect time for another one. Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter, just to keep each other company."

Kiara had heard this kind of talk till she was blue in the face.

Everywhere she went, there was a brigade urging her to have children. After the first one, they’d push for the second. The spiel was always the same: with Kiara’s circumstances fitting the profile for a second child, to these people, not having another one seemed like a missed opportunity, as if having another child was snagging a huge advantage from the Nation.

"We’ll see. I’ve just started my career, and it would be inconvenient with a baby bump. Maybe in a year or two... besides, Camden doesn’t agree to it either."

"Men might say they don’t want children, but do their hearts really feel that way? Next time, just secretly stop taking your birth control and if you get pregnant, would he really make you have an abortion?"

The more she talked, the worse it got!

Kiara rolled her eyes, "Mum, don’t talk about this in front of the child."

"Why can’t I say it? She won’t understand anyway." Kiara’s mother thought that kids of this age didn’t have a developed brain and couldn’t remember anything anyway.

Upon hearing this, Wendy actually nodded, I really can’t remember, Mum~

"Look at her! Does she seem like she can’t remember?" Kiara pointed at her daughter. She didn’t know about other kids, but her own child’s development couldn’t be measured by usual standards. Whether it was the language system or logical thinking, she was far advanced compared to normal kids, and she had an early memory too. Now Kiara didn’t dare to say anything in front of the child.

"She isn’t possessed, how could she possibly know? Right, Wendy?" Kiara’s mother teased the child, and Wendy kept nodding.

Right, she is just a very ordinary kid!

Kiara couldn’t stand her mum’s pressure to have more kids. She went into the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat, but Kiara’s mother followed her persistently, holding the child and urging.

"Have you remembered what I told you?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Kiara responded noncommittally.

"Hurry up and stop taking the medicine, start planning a few months in advance, okay?"

"I’m not on any medicine!" She’s crazy! Totally crazy!

"Then it’s Edward who’s wearing a condom? No worries, you can just poke a few holes in it—"

Kiara completely broke down. What kind of mother talks about this, especially in front of their own child!

"If you keep talking, I’ll never come back, this is killing me..."

"It’s all for your own good! Our Wendy is so smart and cute, I wouldn’t mind having a dozen more like her, right, Wendy?" Kiara’s mother kissed Wendy again.

Wendy tilted her head, thinking she was being praised, so she nodded and said a cute "Aye".

That charmed Kiara’s mother’s heart, but it also left a confusion in the cute baby’s mind.

What had daddy brought?

What needed to be poked?

These questions left a big question mark in the little one’s mind, but because her vocal cords hadn’t developed as fast as her brain, she couldn’t express her feelings with a complete sentence. So, she could only bury a deep mystery in her heart.

After eating, Kiara went with Arlong to Yuzo Joel’s place, leaving Wendy with Kiara’s mother. A while later, Robert Johnson came back from attending a class reunion in Q City. He was happy to see Wendy there, and just as he was about to reach out and hug the child, a roar came from Kiara’s mother.

"What’s this in your pocket? You have to explain this, otherwise, this is not over between us!"