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Chapter 150 You're such a filial son! (Fifth update, please vote!)
Parents who neglect their own family matters but are generous with other people's money don't just appear in novels; they also appear in real life.

This could even be said to be the biggest point of contention and conflict between his parents.

He would lend money to anyone who invited him for a drink or a meal.

Afterwards, he even patted his chest and assured them that the other party would definitely repay him.

As a result, he had to act like a pushover for so long, and it took him ages to pay back the money. He really didn't learn his lesson at all.

Therefore, Gu Huai was actually very restrained in sending money home each time.

Now things have gotten even worse. Not only did they lend out 30,000 yuan, but they even want money back from me.

Just because I argued back, he can say such things? What obligation do I have to lend money? How does it become a matter of course? Where were these relatives, friends, and your so-called brother when I needed help?

On the bus, Gu Huai did not immediately lose his temper.

He had actually managed to control his temper quite calmly.

"First of all, I don't have that much money; I also need to live. Secondly, why should I lend him money for his son's wedding? My uncle's social media is always full of bragging about his travels all over the country, but he never thinks of you when it comes to good things. The most expensive cigarettes he gives you during holidays are Liqun, not even Furongwang. Now that his son is short of money for his wedding, he thinks of borrowing from you? Aren't you being a bit too generous? You've already lent out 30,000 yuan, and it's still not enough?"

Gu Huai had already spoken in a very calm and composed manner, and he believed that there was nothing wrong with what he said; it was all true.

My uncle, whenever he comes over for dinner, always brags about his social connections and his son's achievements. But when my father asks him to arrange a job for me, he hesitates and can't do anything about it; all his shrewdness goes towards his own family.

I never thought about good things, but I was always borrowing money.

His father not only lent him money, but also always appeared very generous, even claiming that he would help his brother with his loans.

His parents often argued about this, and Gu Huai couldn't understand their psychology at all; he simply couldn't do it.

He was even grateful that he was an only child; otherwise, if he had a younger brother or sister, it's hard to say whether he would be sleeping under a bridge now.

Faced with Gu Huai's well-reasoned questions, Gu Jiang's answer was simple.

"You know shit!"

He curses irrationally, as if that could instantly build his authority.

Then came the output of projectiles.

“Your uncle and I grew up together like brothers! Would he owe us this little bit of money? He's just having some trouble right now! Every family has some difficulties getting married, right? When you get married, won't you still need to rely on others for help? Who will you turn to then? Friends or neighbors? Of course, relatives are the most reliable! Besides, if we can't come up with this little bit of money, what will people think of us? I've raised you for so many years, and you've turned out to be an ingrate!”

The tone was so familiar that it couldn't be more so; even the sentence structure and speaking habits hadn't changed.

Gu Huai suddenly found the world absurd and laughable.

How can there be such a kind-hearted person? They can't even take care of their own family matters, yet they're thinking about others?

People can't even afford to buy a house for their own child's wedding, so they ask you for a loan. And you expect them to help you when your child gets married and buys a house?
This time, Gu Huai controlled the situation better than ever before.

It wasn't the anger in his chest, but the hardness in his eyes.

This time, there were no red eyes or sore noses.

He didn't embarrass himself by secretly crying on a bus during rush hour, even though there were quite a few people around.

The setting sun, like blood, shone on Gu Huai's face.

He was terrifyingly cold, like a block of ice.

He suddenly realized a terrifying truth: his father might never have listened to him, never once agreed with him. They might remain an incomprehensible father and son for the rest of their lives.

Aside from this tragic blood relation, there may be no other connection between them.

Gu Huai was never the kind of person to go to extremes, and of course he would never leave any room for maneuver or irreversible situations beforehand.

But he was really too tired, too tired of living in this family. No matter how hard life was in the provincial capital, he didn't want to go back. Even when he was suffering from insomnia to the point of almost dying, he never thought of asking his family for help.

Because he had come to a deep understanding that they weren't incapable of comprehending their own predicaments, but simply chose not to. They just kept insisting that it was the affectation of modern young people; otherwise, why hadn't they heard of depression, anxiety, or bipolar disorder in their time?
Therefore, Gu Huai now understands that the best way is definitely not to persuade his father.

I couldn't persuade him either.

He remained silent for a long time, listening to the impatient shouts around him.

"I'm asking you a question! You don't spend much money a month! How much have your mother and I spent on you over the years? You don't know how to be grateful at all. Asking you for a little money is like asking you for your life!"

He even laughed and then said into the phone, "I can't give you this money. If your uncle wants to borrow it from me, let him come to me himself."

After saying that, Gu Huai hung up the phone.

It was a very simple hang-up.

Unlike in the simulation, he didn't just end everything on his own and then burst into tears. He simply looked calmly at the scenery outside the car window.

Then she chose to reject the dozen or so phone calls that followed from her father and mother.

If one harbors unrealistic hopes at this point, that they have come to reconcile or to speak softly, then one's twenty-eight years of life have been wasted.

Don't pity or be soft-hearted towards people who don't understand you at all.

The money I earn is my life.

You just casually gave it away? You think you're so generous and have so much face? Screw you.

Then get off at your designated stop.

Gu Huai went to the convenience store and bought a bottle of IPA craft beer.

I walked home, drinking as I went.

Back in that tiny rented room, without the lights on, it was like a box without light, not even a dark room.

I changed my shoes, took off my coat, and then lay on the bed in a starfish position.

And so it went, until her parents gave up calling her, until another call came through on her cell phone.

[Gu Ming, the young master]

They're here? Pretty fast.

Gu Huai sat up but didn't answer immediately. After letting the call end on its own, he poured himself a glass of water. About five minutes later, his uncle called again.

This time it took him five seconds to answer.

"Hey?"

Turn on the hands-free and place it on the table.

Xiao Bo's familiar, somewhat high-pitched voice rang out.

"Xiao Huai."

"Oh? Uncle, what brings you here at this hour?"

To feign surprise.

A faint laugh came from the other end, but it was clearly tinged with sarcasm.

"I heard you're doing quite well in the provincial capital now."

"Who told you that? Nobody told me."

"Really? If not, your uncle is having some trouble and asked you for help. You almost drove your dad crazy? It's really not easy for our Gu family to have such a filial son like you."

Hmm~ that familiar sarcastic tone.

The uncle who always came to his house to freeload and make sarcastic remarks about his son's grades being worse than his son's was still the same, unchanged.

Gu Huai showed no sign of anger; he even leisurely lit a cigarette.

"A filial son? How could I possibly be a filial son?"

"You know that?!"

“Yes, I’ve always known that my uncle is the most filial son. When Grandpa passed away, although my uncle didn’t contribute a single penny and my dad took care of the funeral arrangements, he was definitely the loudest when wept at the grave! How can I be as filial as you?”

"Gu Huai!!!"

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(End of this chapter)