Seeing the old couple’s resolute attitude, Xiao Yebai took back the red envelope and said to them, "Thanks to Grandpa and Grandma’s kindness, Nuannuan and I will live our lives well."
The two elders faced cold, disapproving that their good life was any of their business. After all, without money, there was no expectation of filial piety.
Aunt Gu hid in the kitchen, watching the scene unfold with curiosity, yet couldn’t help but wonder if Gu’s father and mother were fools for not teaching their son-in-law how to please the elders properly.
Could it be that Gu’s father and mother now had the courage to stand up to the elders? Weren’t they penniless?
Looking at the two elderly people, annoyed and irritated, they sent the young couple back home.
Aunt Gu came over, opened the door for the young couple, and asked, "Do you know the way out?"
"We do," Gu Nuan answered.
She knew that Aunt Gu didn’t like her and her husband either. Otherwise, why ask that question? Wouldn’t it be better just to send them out directly?
Xiao Yebai wrapped his arms around his wife’s shoulders and walked towards the staircase, without even glancing back at the house.
Aunt Gu watched them walk further away, disappearing into the stairwell, then pulled the door shut.
Back in the living room.
Grandpa Gu asked Grandma Gu about the amount of money in their grandson-in-law’s red envelope, noting that even a hundred yuan would have been good, and that it shouldn’t have been returned just like that.
Grandma Gu cast a cold glance at Grandpa Gu’s expectant face and doused it with cold water, "Do you really think that third son’s daughter-in-law is so kind-hearted? She just had a quarrel with me and would love to see us suffer. And here, she sent her son-in-law to teach us a lesson."
"How did he teach us a lesson?" Grandpa Gu asked in surprise. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥
"He gave a one yuan red envelope, teaching us not to be greedy. Quite extreme, isn’t it!" Grandma Gu bellowed out a breath of foul air, like the roar of a lioness.
Aunt Gu and Grandpa Gu, both shocked by the audacity of that one yuan, almost felt blown away.
"One yuan?" Grandpa Gu’s finger, raised in agitation, seemed ready to grab the stick used to chastise the third son and shook it vigorously.
Grandma Gu slapped Grandpa Gu’s finger down, saying, "Anyway, this one yuan, we indeed don’t need to covet it. I’ve returned it, that was a slap on their face. I’ve never seen such shamelessness before. And you don’t need to ask for it back either, understand?"
Grandpa Gu, fuming, shifted restlessly on the sofa, said, "Would I possibly go and ask for that one yuan? Even beggars in the market don’t ask for one yuan. Do you think I’m worse than a beggar?"
Listening on the side, Aunt Gu thought: Wow, that Gu’s father and mother, how cruel they turned out to be.
A one yuan red envelope, absolutely ruthless. It left her speechless, let alone the greedy elderly couple.
In the Gu Family home, Gu’s father and Zhang Sanfeng started playing chess when they had nothing else to do.
Before long, as Gu’s father scratched his head, he said to the young man sitting across from him in a wheelchair, "I’m old, not as sharp as you young people, but you shouldn’t just let me win."
Zhang Sanfeng’s face turned red as he responded, "Uncle, I didn’t—"
"What do you mean you didn’t? You make it so obvious that you’re letting me win; you might as well make it quick and lose," Gu’s father pointed out, pointing at the chessboard.
Gu’s mother, passing by and hearing their conversation, interjected, addressing Gu’s father, "He’s just afraid of you not handling the loss well."
"Oh, I might be bad at chess, but not at sportsmanship. I’ve never had trouble accepting defeat," Gu’s father argued, stretching his neck.
Fearing they would start arguing, Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly said, "Uncle, Auntie, it’s all my fault."