"Xiao Jing, wait a minute, let us take you and your siblings home! It's hard to get a taxi now."

Chang's third aunt's husband chased after Chang Jing and called him back. It was easy to see the admiration in his eyes.

Xiao Jing's courage and resourcefulness today really impressed him. He used to think that Xiao Jing was as blindly filial as his brother-in-law and inflexible. But after what happened today, he realized that he had definitely misjudged him.

He's a businessman, and promising young people are worth investing in and treating well, especially since this young person is someone his wife has always doted on.

From that moment on, Chang Jing's third uncle became more sincere in his attitude towards him. And the way he showed this was by giving him money.

"Here, I haven't given you pocket money in a long time. Take two bills each and buy something to eat. Xiao Jing, you'll be the pillar of the family from now on. If you need any help from your uncle, just come to my house."

Chang's third aunt's husband was a nouveau riche contractor. He always carried a thick wad of cash in his bag under his arm. This time, he gave his youngest son and Chang Jing and his sister two hundred yuan each.

"Thank you, Dad. Xiao Jing, please come to our house more often! That way I'll definitely get more pocket money."

Chang Jing's older cousin, who was a year older than him, quickly took the money and asked Chang Jing to play with him more often, hoping to get more pocket money.

He spends money too much, so his dad is reluctant to give him more. His older brother is in college and rarely comes home, so he can't get any pocket money from him.

Now that Chang Jing is around, and he's received another two hundred yuan, he feels that Chang Jing should spend more time with his father.

“Yes, Xiao Jing and Xiao Ling should come to our house more often in the future, and your aunt will make you more soup. You two are so thin, you look like you're just skin and bones.”

When he likes someone, Uncle Chang becomes especially enthusiastic, displaying the typical nouveau riche's generous nature.

While Chang Jing was chatting and laughing, Chang Decheng was in a terrible situation. Not only had he ruined his own reputation today, but he had also implicated his younger sister and parents.

Aunt Chang was riding her women's motorcycle with her two children. Feeling very upset, she didn't go straight home but instead stopped at a small park she was passing by.

"Get out." After parking the car, Aunt Chang glared at her son like an angry demon.

"Chang Decheng, you'll be thirteen in two months. Can't you make things easier for us parents? Can't you ask me before you do anything?"

Tonight, Chang Jing trampled on her and her husband's dignity. Why did she have to go through all this, with all sorts of strange looks and disdainful comments from relatives and friends?

"Mom, it was Chang Jing who harmed me. He must have put the red envelope into my sister's backpack."

Even now that his attempt to frame Chang Jing has backfired, Chang Decheng shows no remorse and only harbors more resentment towards his cousin.

These stupid and vicious words gave Aunt Chang a headache and made her dizzy. She had been shrewd all her life, but how come her son hadn't learned even a fraction of what she had learned? He had no cunning at all, yet he still wanted to harm others, and when he failed, he didn't know how to make amends.

"Fool, how could I have given birth to such a fool? If you hadn't harmed Chang Jing first, how would he have had the chance to slip the red envelope into your sister's backpack?"

Enraged, Aunt Chang slapped her own son's arm and rattled off a string of words in an attempt to salvage his low IQ.

“I don’t object to you wanting to teach Chang Jing a lesson, but you have to be absolutely sure. You have to think about how to extricate yourself from the situation if you fail, and you have to know how to clean up the mess. If you can’t do that, then just stay put and do nothing. If you do something, then do it well and thoroughly.”

"Mom, please stop scolding my brother. My cousins ​​dared to do this to him today. When we get home, let's cry to Grandma and let her teach them a lesson!"

Influenced by the adults, Chang Dexian, despite her young age, was no pushover. She was best at throwing tantrums and complaining to the old lady of the Chang family whenever she wanted something. Even Chang Ling had suffered a few minor losses because of her tantrums.

"Today, Mom wants to tell you that you can cry and make your grandma feel sorry for you and stand up for you, but you can't take action against others when you're not sure you can handle it."

Especially when dealing with outsiders, and considering future plans, think more about the consequences. Think about how you will respond if others retaliate, instead of being pressured into admitting your actions like you did today.

"That's right, brother, how could you admit today that you took the red envelope and made me put it in Chang Ling's backpack! You've ruined me."

Chang Dexian was speechless with exasperation when her brother actually admitted to the bad things he had done. She was more angry than anything else; she had been implicated by her own brother today.

"This...I...I don't know what happened back then..."

"Tell me in detail what happened at that time."

Aunt Chang remembered that Chang Jing had given her son a few sarcastic remarks, and her son had confessed everything without even realizing it.

"Mom, I really don't know... I felt completely dazed at the time, and I didn't even know what I said. When I came to my senses, I blurted everything out."

Chang Decheng didn't know what hypnosis was, but his aunt was not ignorant. She was a high school student and had heard of hypnosis or mind control techniques.

"Chang Jing, you don't happen to be involved with those thugs in society, do you? You look like you've been drugged and are doing whatever you're told!"

In the 1990s, a common story was that human traffickers would use drugs to make people obediently follow them, and con artists would use drugs to make people obediently hand over their entire fortunes to the con artists.

Chang Jing is just a teenager, the age when he's most susceptible to going astray and going astray. Perhaps...

Thinking of this, although Aunt Chang became wary of Chang Jing, she was even happier that Chang Jing might have become a hoodlum and a scoundrel.

“You all need to stay away from Chang Jing from now on. He’s probably become a scoundrel and will ruin himself. So you’re not allowed to have any more contact with him or make things difficult for him.”

Seeing the warning look in their mother's eyes, Chang Decheng and his sister obediently nodded in agreement. Chang Jing had become a scoundrel, so of course they dared not associate with him, much less make things difficult for him. Who knew what kind of things a scoundrel might do?!

"Alright, go back and apologize to your grandparents properly. Luckily, the gift money was all recovered, otherwise you would have been in big trouble."

After giving instructions to her two children, Aunt Chang led them on their way home, while the two elderly people had already been driven home by their son-in-law in a car.

"Old woman, take out all the money we received as gifts today and count it."

As soon as they arrived home, Old Master Chang wanted to count the gift money. Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Chang also eagerly pulled out a pile of red envelopes, ready to count them as well.

However, after opening only a few red envelopes, the old lady of the Chang family realized something was wrong.

"Old man, something's not right with these red envelopes! Why are some empty? And judging by the name, they were made by our daughter, this..."

Her daughter knew that none of them would send an empty red envelope! So these empty red envelopes...

Is it that brat Chang Jing? Or Xiao Cheng?