Chang Jing sneered, "The Chang family really knows how to dream!"

He and Chang Ling went to great lengths to constantly sow discord with his mother until she finally decided to divorce him. They had finally escaped the Chang family and were living a good life with money and a future, so why would they want to fall back into the quagmire of the Chang family?

"No, my mom has a house, money, and a business now. She's living a good life. Why would she go back to the Chang family?"

Since the Chang family doesn't care about saving face anymore, he doesn't need to worry about saving face for the other party either; he can just say whatever he wants.

“I am indeed my father’s son, and it is my duty to support him. But I am only 16 years old and a minor, while my father is only in his forties. It’s a bit much to expect me to support him now!”

As Chang Jing sipped his tea, he pondered how to dispel the Chang family's unrealistic hopes.

"Let my dad pay off his gambling debts slowly! Otherwise, he'll start gambling again once he's paid off the debts. This isn't the first time he's had gambling debts, so there's nothing shameful about it."

"Dad, it's impossible for our family to reconcile. From childhood to adulthood, how much have you ever cared about my relationship with Changling? How much have you given me for tuition, books, and food? Have you ever stood up for us when we were bullied? Did you even ask me what was wrong when I cried?"

Time and time again, he only had kind words when he wanted to take advantage of him. He was tired of it, and besides, he no longer expected anything from his father.

"What do you mean? Chang Jing, I'm your father! You dare disobey me..."

"I dare... I'm not going to listen to you right now!"

Chang Jing was interrupted by his own son, who also spoke with a provocative tone. Chang Guomin couldn't hold back any longer, stood up, and raised his hand as if to punch Chang Jing.

When Chang Jing was young, he could only cower in his shell when he was beaten. Now that Chang Jing is skilled in martial arts, he no longer has any expectations of this man.

With a wave of his hand, Chang Guomin missed his target and was instead pushed several meters away by Chang Jing.

"Dad, I'm all grown up now. You're no match for me. If you don't want to get hurt, don't even think about fighting. I don't care if anyone who wants to hit me is my father or my uncle."

"You've gone too far!" Old Master Chang shouted as he stood up, scolding his son for pushing him away when Chang Jing tried to attack.

"You unfilial son, do you even want to beat your own father?"

"If elders are not kind, then don't expect younger generations to be filial. I am not like my father, who is blindly filial. Even if someone breaks up his family, he can still pull them back up."

Even Old Master Chang scolded him for these words. Everyone in the Chang family knew that they couldn't persuade Chang Jing today, and that Chang Jing had already harbored resentment towards the Chang family.

"Your father gave birth to you and raised you, and this is how you treat him? Aren't you afraid I'll go to school and tell your teachers?"

Old Granny Chang made a direct threat, and the other two looked on in agreement.

"You're welcome to come. I'd like to talk to our teacher about this: a father who has repeatedly gambled away his family's debts and ruined the family. Is it reasonable for him to expect his underage son to support him?"

No one can hold him accountable because he has no morals. He's not afraid of losing his reputation; he's only afraid of the bloodsucking leech that is the Chang family.

Grandpa Chang clutched his chest, looking as if he had fainted from anger. Grandma Chang quickly went over to support him, calling out to Chang Jing repeatedly.

"Chang Jing, look at you, you've made your grandfather so angry. Do you want to make him die of anger before you feel at ease?"

"Don't try to flatter me. You can't expect to get money from me. If you stop coveting other people's things, you won't be angry."

He's always scheming and calculating, but what does it have to do with him?

"What? You're going to get furious if someone doesn't give you their money?"

"Dad, your own parents didn't treat you well, so I accept that you're not good to me either. But I can't be like you, giving my all without caring about anything. I can't hurt the people who care about me for a father who treats me badly. So you want to get back together with Mom? That's something I would never support even in my next life."

Also, the fact that my two children and I are doing well is due to our own hard work, and has nothing to do with you, so please stop coveting our things.

When you get old and need someone to take care of you, I'll look after you for the sake of the fact that you didn't cause me any trouble when you were young. But if you insist on causing me trouble, then you'd better get married and have a son while you're still young! Don't expect me to repay evil with kindness.

Having finished speaking fluently, Chang Jing didn't even glance at the Chang family members before slamming the door and leaving.

This time, it wasn't Old Master Chang clutching his chest; it was Chang Guomin who slumped onto the sofa, looking utterly dejected, his hands covering his forehead.

"What...what should we do?"

Old Mrs. Chang was at her wits' end; Chang Jing couldn't control his son, who was so useless.

After a long while, Old Master Chang finally took a deep breath and sighed.

"That's enough, that's enough. Chang Jing and the others aren't registered in our household anymore. Let's just pretend we don't have this grandson anymore! Old woman, let's go, help me back."

With no hope for their grandson and no desire for their son, the two elderly Changs walked away, supporting each other, leaving Chang Guomin alone there, deep in thought, wondering how his son could have become so cold and heartless.

After leaving the tea restaurant, Chang Jing called his third son-in-law and briefly explained that the Chang family was asking him for money.

"Xiao Jing, don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on your house. As for the money you put here with me, no one can change it."

Just kidding. Chang Jing and he have all signed proper contracts for their business dealings. If he were to tamper with anything, wouldn't that ruin his own reputation?

Besides, Chang Jing is a promising person. It's rare for his wife to have such an outstanding nephew. He should be protecting him, so why would he be foolish enough to offend someone?

“I trust the building my uncle built. But recently he's been thinking about setting up a leather goods market in the next town. I wanted to ask my uncle if he knows anyone there.”

He still had some money in his pocket, and his career as a landlord had just begun. He had to work hard to find some good shops to invest in and sit back and wait to collect rent until his hands were sore.

"Is it the leather market in Singapore? Those shops don't seem to have much demand!"

A shop worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, rented out for only one or two thousand yuan, who would want it!

"Yes, son-in-law, could you help me find two shops in good locations?"

The leather goods market in Singapore is still in its early stages. It's located in a remote area with low occupancy rates and low rents, so it's normal that no one is optimistic about its prospects.

However, after the first leather goods festival was held, the rent for the shops skyrocketed, and the rent thereafter was enough to recoup the cost of buying the shop within a year.

"Xiao Jing, which place do you like?"

“Young master, you probably don’t know, but in the hardware street at the entrance of Lion City, the rent for a shop is more than 200,000 a year. The shops are in high demand and short supply. There are factories and workshops around Lion City that make leather bags and backpacks. It’s already quite a business. The leather city will definitely take off.”

Chang Jing, drawing on his knowledge from his previous life, analyzed the promising future of the leather city, which greatly excited the third son-in-law.

Chang Jing wasn't talking about a shop; he was talking about a golden goose that lays golden eggs, and a continuous stream of golden eggs at that.

"Xiao Jing, how about your son-in-law picks you up from school today, and we can have dinner at your son-in-law's house tonight, and we can have a good talk about the leather city."

He has the money, but finding profitable projects is difficult. Chang Jing has such a good eye; if he gets a little bit of it, his future will be secure.