Transmigrated as the Mother of a Porn Novel Heroine - Chapter 7

I went to the school, but they made Bai Tangtang confront Qi Heng face to face.

“Qi Heng may not have the best grades, but he is definitely not the kind of bad kid who would harass girls.”

The dean of students spoke with absolute certainty, even hinting that perhaps they were in a relationship.

I smiled faintly, “Teacher, can you also smell the scent on Tangtang that Qi Heng mentioned?”

He sniffed the air and declared confidently, “Of course! Hmm… Is it the scent of shampoo or laundry detergent?”

Lies. In truth, it’s just because Qi Heng’s mother donated a teaching building to the school.

I sneered, “But did you lose your mind and harass students because of it? So, is it actually Qi Heng who is lying and leading the bullying against Tangtang at school?”

“-Or is there something wrong with him mentally? If someone who can’t control himself like this stays at school, I’m really worried about the safety of the students.”

The second Male Lead clenched his fists, his eyes fierce as he glared at me: “It was Bai Tangtang who seduced me!”

“The hallway cameras already caught you chasing after Tangtang the whole time,” I glanced at him, “Since you refuse to repent, we’ll just call the police.”

Naturally, the result was less than satisfactory.

All the green lights in the world are open to the Male Lead, so of course he wouldn’t face any real consequences.

But with a record at the police station, when Qi Heng tried to assault Tangtang a second time and ended up hospitalized with a fracture after she fought back, Tangtang used this proof to be officially recognized as acting in self-defense.

After this incident, Qi Heng actually started avoiding Tangtang.

So it seems that the so-called “Female Lead’s natural fragrance” didn’t have that much of an effect on him after all.

One time after coming home, Tangtang hugged me excitedly: “Mom, do you know what happened today? My deskmate got her period and stained her chair. A boy laughed at her, so I threw a sanitary pad at his face, and he actually cried!”

Her cheeks were flushed as she happily muttered to herself, “So boys cry too, and they’re also afraid when girls fight back!”

Looking at the sparkle in her eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to bring up that topic for a moment.

Tangtang’s martial arts coach had already spoken to me privately several times. Because she developed so well, even using a chest binder affected her agility and the speed of her attacks and defenses.

“Tangtang is the most talented child I’ve ever seen. Her body is unique and has great potential for development,” she said regretfully. “But her chest is just too big. Not only is it inconvenient, but being hit during training could also affect her breast development… So my suggestion is, whether it’s Sanda, Combat Fighting, or Muay Thai, she shouldn’t continue training.”

A trait created to serve the Male Lead had actually become an obstacle to Tangtang’s growth.

I never found the right moment to tell Tangtang about this suggestion.

But she found out anyway.

Tangtang locked herself in her room for an entire night. When she came out, she told me firmly that she wanted to have breast reduction surgery.

“Mom, do you know? Every time I take a grading exam, the judges always pay extra attention to my chest.”

She buried herself in my arms like she did when she was little, her voice muffled and unhappy:

“After competitions, the media always use my looks and figure for publicity. I’ve worked so hard, but in their eyes, none of it matters as much as a pair of breasts.

“Every time I wear something even a bit tight, they stare straight down at me. I’m not showing anything, but it still feels like I’m being exposed!

“I hate when they squeeze my arm and ask why I don’t have muscles after all this training! I hate when they ask if I like drinking milk or eating papaya! I hate when they pretend to be considerate and ask if the chest binder is uncomfortable! They’re just deliberately being stupid to enjoy my embarrassment!”

“But…”

-But it’s not your fault you grew this way.

-But surgery is very harmful to your body.

-But you can’t punish yourself for their mistakes.

-But… but why is it that whatever they stare at, whatever they like, we have to give up or hide?

-Isn’t that just another kind of surrender?

My throat felt stuffed with cotton. There were so many reasons, but I couldn’t say a single one.

Tangtang is only fifteen, just a little girl.

And honestly, maybe I had this secret thought in my heart:

If she had the surgery, would the Male Leads stop being drawn to her?

It’s a twisted thought, but in the end, I agreed.

“Mom will always support you.”