Yu Minglang truly deserves to be the battle-hardened, cool-headed super Xiaoqiang. Even after being exposed, there wasn’t a hint of embarrassnt shown as he pretended to stay calm and smilingly patted Dragon’s shoulder.
"Have you finished all your winter break howork? I heard you’re still missing 30 days of diary entries. Do you think you can finish them in a day?"
"..." The underachiever was instantly defeated.
It’s over. Even Lang got influenced by his older sister. How co everyone knows this trick?
"Xiufang, you’re getting carried away. You’ve just made so money, and look at you getting all pompous, even throwing money at your own daughter! You’ve really gone too far~"
Qian, hiding behind Yu Minglang, was still taunting her mother, not thinking Jia Xiufang was angry enough.
Jia Xiufang wanted to hit her, but Yu Minglang protected her tightly, so even the hem of her clothes couldn’t be touched.
"Aunt, don’t be like her. She’s just being naughty. i, quick, apologize to Aunt!" Yu Minglang held back Qian to prevent her from getting beaten, while his words had little deterrence on Qian.
"Minglang, don’t stop . Look at her, she’s even daring to call her mom by her na!" Jia Xiufang pointed at Qian but couldn’t reach her.
Qian chuckled, feeling invincible with her formidable Xiaoqiang by her side.
"What I’m saying is not wrong. Look at you; you’ve made so much money, but your intelligence is still stuck at the level of watching lodramatic dramas. Why do those lodramas always end with villains kneeling and crying for forgiveness? That’s just to force a happy ending and deceive a family woman of your age into shedding emotional tears."
"Minglang, step aside! I want to smack her!"
"Look, you’re just trying to boss around. What I’m saying might be blunt, but it’s the truth. A person’s values form from the very beginning. Is it so easy to change them? You better not hit in the head, or if I go crazy, you won’t understand why Qu Xue is like this. Don’t you want to know? Just like watching a lodrama, you’re at the revelation mont before the final episode, and you’re not watching?"
Yu Minglang humorously glanced at Qian. His beloved Qian could fool bad guys outside and even her own mom at ho, mastering psychology instead of studying her major.
"You little rascal..." Jia Xiufang wasn’t truly aiming to hit her daughter, just putting up an act. With Qian putting it that way, she went along the steps, holding back and picking up the money.
The money was bundled tightly.
"I’m telling you, the realization of villains is just what’s written in dramas. Real villains won’t reflect until they’re cornered. Even if there’s repentance, it’ll be many years later, when they’re about to die or faced with adversity, fearing karmic retribution. True villains always believe they’ve never done wrong in their lives. Even if you were tricked, they’d consider you foolish, not recognizing their own fault."
In her past life, she had visited prisons to give psychological counseling to inmates. Certainly, so of them did show remorse. But those who were truly brutal, like serial killers, never repented. Qu Xue was exactly the type to use intelligence to play others without remorse.
"In the end, karma will catch up with everyone for their good or bad deeds. Do too much evil, and eventually, you’ll face retribution." Jia Xiufang firmly believed in this.
Qian shook her head with a smile.
"That’s why I told you to stop watching lodramas. This logic brainwashes ordinary people. Cosmic justice only restrains good people; it can’t control bad ones. It’s just those who follow the rules willing to think wishfully about retribution. But do things in this world truly work out according to your wishful thinking?"
Jia Xiufang seed to grasp the concept but wasn’t entirely clear.
"In simpler terms, let’s use Qu Xue as an example. If she wasn’t unlucky enough to encounter tough nuts like and Xiaoqiang, what do you think would happen?"
"She’d be condemned by everyone. She’s the despised mistress, and she’d ultimately face retribution. She—"
Jia Xiufang got more excited as she spoke. Qian rolled her eyes.
"You see, you’re at it again. Mom, since you’re kind of a businesswoman now, I think you’ll always make small money, but you can’t handle big deals. Your entrenched mindset is too strong, always using your morality to restrict others. I’ve told you long ago; how you think is your business. But you’re not God; you don’t dictate others’ fate. If Qu Xue didn’t et , she’d live very well."
"Geeze, you say I’m arrogant, but don’t be arrogant with everyone, acting like you’re the Almighty himself." Jia Xiufang was defiant.
Qian didn’t argue, just smiled slightly. In her past life, Qu Xue indeed lived very well. Whether cosmic justice existed or not, Qian wasn’t sure, but before Qian’s own rise, Qu Xue lived like a queen.
Marrying Chen Lin and becoming a wealthy lady, life was unbelievably glamorous. In her past life, Qian’s naïve mom lived the rest of her life miserably, clinging to the TV drama narrative that villains would inevitably face judgnt.
Dramas are made to serve as spiritual chicken soup for everyone, leaving the impoverished masses’ hearts balanced. A villain, utterly monstrous from beginning to end, suddenly repents in the final episode; from a psychological standpoint, it’s unscientific. There’s no causeless evil, and likewise, no baseless kindness.
So people who’ve been bullied constantly hope the bully will get unlucky. After waiting twenty years, the bully gets a terminal illness, and they say it’s divine retribution. They believe in karma, "not that there isn’t revenge, but the timing hasn’t arrived"—Yet can good people escape illness?
Self-deceit is never a good thing, but countless individuals like Jia Xiufang muddle through life this way, brewing their own spiritual chicken soup.
"Mom, rember this: maybe there are deities in this world, but they’re busy and have no ti to handle our matters. Instead of relying on divine retribution, make yourself stronger. When you’re powerful, bullies will falter. See my uncle now; whenever he sees you, does he not bow down and call you ancestor?"
Indeed, Jia Xiufang felt intensely vindicated thinking about this.
"Serves him right! Wanting to sabotage our family business behind our backs, now crying and begging Jia Xiufang when their housing can’t be torn down, losing money. All but crying for rcy when big money slips through their fingers if the relocation fails."
"So, you shouldn’t be naïve when seeing problems henceforth. As a businesswoman, you’ll et more people, stay sharp. Don’t pour your heart out. Leave room, and don’t use your standards to asure others. You never truly know what the person before you is thinking."
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