Chapter 572: Chapter 572

"Did you do anything wrong?" Mr. and Mrs. Gu asked in unison.

Zhang Sanfeng was momentarily stunned, then the corners of his mouth curled up, a smile hanging on his lips.

Mrs. Gu patted her husband’s shoulder, "Your phone—"

Only then did Mr. Gu hear the ringtone and take out his phone. Seeing that it was Uncle Gu calling, he felt suddenly apprehensive. He wondered if his daughter and son-in-law had just arrived at their place, hoping nothing had gone wrong.

After all, those two old people were quite difficult to please, and Mr. Gu regretted not going with them. But at that moment, his son-in-law had confidently assured him that there would be no problems, and that all the required gifts would definitely be given.

The $300,000 bottle of Moutai that his son-in-law had said he would give to him as a father-in-law, Mr. Gu didn’t believe his son-in-law would shortchange those two old people over some money. It was completely unnecessary.

As he answered Uncle Gu’s call, he was shocked by the startling news the other had to share right away.

"What did you tell your daughter and son-in-law?" Uncle Gu, hearing what his wife had said, couldn’t believe Mr. Gu would do such a thing. You say Mr. Gu has no money, but he has never skimped on giving money to the elders because of that.

"What happened?" Mr. Gu was utterly baffled by Uncle Gu’s words; he wondered if his son-in-law had given too large a gift, making the two elders feel like Fan Jin who had passed the imperial examinations. That would indeed be a loss rather than a gain. Had he known, he would have told his son-in-law to give less.

"Guess how much they gave in red envelopes to dad and mom?" Uncle Gu asked.

"Ten thousand?" Mr. Gu made the most conservative estimate based on his son-in-law’s tendency to easily spend hundreds of thousands. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥

Uncle Gu was nearly enraged by his response, "Are you joking with me? Everyone knows your youngest can’t afford such a big red envelope. You can’t puff up your son-in-law like that, and besides, didn’t your son-in-law’s family go bankrupt? Can they afford ten thousand? One dollar is more like it."

"One dollar?" Mr. Gu caught the crux of Uncle Gu’s final words, but couldn’t believe his ears.

"Yes, your beloved son-in-law, who you praise so highly, gave a one-dollar red envelope to the two old folks. Dad and mom were so angry that they returned it on the spot, saying they wouldn’t deign to accept this dollar, even beggars would disdain it. They said your youngest taught his child to mock them as worse than beggars," Uncle Gu argued vehemently.

What Mr. Gu exclaimed was, "Dad and mom returned that one dollar?"

"What else could they do? Accept this great insult?" Uncle Gu said angrily, "If it were me, I would definitely have returned it too."

But Mr. Gu didn’t think so; he said, "If it were me, I’d accept it even if it were just one dollar because it comes from my own daughter, the man she loves, the man she wants to spend her life with. Right now, it doesn’t matter if he has no money, as long as he’s serious about my daughter. To me, dad and mom shouldn’t have returned that dollar, returning it was very wrong morally."

Seeing Mr. Gu speak with such magnanimous justice, like the goddess of justice herself, Uncle Gu couldn’t calm himself, "Fine, if your youngest thinks he’s so honorable to get by on a dollar, let your son-in-law bring that dollar for you to live on."

Smack, before Mr. Gu could say another word, Uncle Gu had hung up the phone.

Mr. Gu pursed his lips, wondering when his brother had become as snobbish as those old folks. After all, a dollar still represents the child’s piety towards the elders. If it’s all about money, what’s left of family affection? Might as well call it money relations.

Turning around, Mr. Gu suddenly realized that his daughter and son-in-law had entered the house from outside at some point during his call with Uncle Gu.

Mrs. Gu gestured to Mr. Gu, indicating that the two children had heard everything he and Uncle Gu were discussing during the call.