Chapter 767 - 765: If Others Respect Me an Inch, I’ll Return a Yard

The words were too blunt, and Mo Jingchun clearly saw that the faces of the relatives around the fireplace didn’t look good.

Sitting next to Mo Jingchun, Zero saw the situation and quietly pulled Candy away.

Exposing Candy to overly realistic matters too early is extremely detrimental to Candy’s childhood.

After the two little ones left, the once lively fireplace room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone kept their heads down without speaking, and no one knew what others were thinking.

But it was obvious that their thoughts were not good.

Seeing this situation, Mo Jingchun wasn’t the least bit afraid. These people were distant relatives, and when his mother passed away before he became wealthy, none of them showed up.

Calling them uncle was already polite; those who weren’t even in his ledger, why should Mo Jingchun take them as real relatives?

Anyone who had even a little genuine care for him and Candy, Mo Jingchun could say he had taken care of them all properly.

In this regard, Mo Jingchun could say he was at peace with himself, and even if his mother were still around, she would support his approach.

Supporting lazy people was something Mo Jingchun absolutely couldn’t do.

Outside, Candy tucked in her neck while setting off firecrackers with Zero. Experienced Little Grey sat on the porch, holding a new dog bowl in its mouth.

Those silly eyes vigilantly watched the two in the yard.

Bang! In the next second, Candy, who had been covering her ears, quickly pulled another firecracker out of her pocket and handed it to Zero.

At that moment, Candy also noticed the wary Little Grey and its stainless steel bowl.

Her heart was a bit tempted, but Candy knew that if she dared to take Little Grey’s stainless steel bowl today, she’d be in for a beating tonight, plus a never-ending mountain of Chinese homework over the entire winter break.

Setting off the firecrackers, Candy curiously asked, "Zero, was brother angry just now? I saw his fists were clenched."

Zero lit a firecracker and casually tossed it away, speaking in a calm tone, "No, not at all. Grown-up matters are for grown-ups to handle. We just play."

"Oh." Candy nodded, half understanding.

After some time passed, both Candy and Zero turned their heads.

A dozen relatives, with sour faces, walked out of the house. Gone were the smiles they wore when they arrived, and without greeting anyone, the dozen people silently left.

Throughout the process, Candy didn’t see her brother come out to see the guests off.

Scratching her head, Candy was a bit puzzled. According to her brother’s usual standards, visitors are guests, and when guests leave, they should be seen off.

With no outsiders around and it being quite cold outside, Candy stomped her feet and said to Zero,

"Zero, let’s go warm up by the fire. I’m a bit cold."

"Sure."

Passing by Little Grey, who thought Candy and Zero were coming to steal its food bowl, Little Grey bolted, afraid that its meal would be taken away again.

When Candy ran into the fireplace room, she saw her brother playing on his phone.

Candy peeked over and noticed her brother was working on a spreadsheet filled with dense information, which made her head ache.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

Mo Jingchun naturally put his phone away in his pocket, having already blacklisted those "relatives" just now in his mind.

Elsewhere, among the distant "relatives," someone suddenly snorted coldly and said,

"In my view, Mo Jingchun is getting arrogant, dragging his feet just arranging a job."

But to the woman’s surprise, instead of agreeing, she was met with looks of pity and condescension.

At that moment, the woman was furious out of humiliation.

"What do you mean! Each one of you, why didn’t you say anything earlier?"

Then the youngest, a cousin who had graduated just half a year ago, spoke up.

"Nan, understanding our own place is important."

"I was grateful that cousin gave me an interview opportunity. I’d be content even if the salary isn’t much. After all, Candy Technology’s benefits are famously great among university students, plus there’s a year-end bonus."

With a shrug, the young cousin self-deprecatingly said, "I know the limits of my ability."

"Cousin may have spoken plainly, and it might have sounded harsh."

After speaking, the young cousin looked at Nan again and then turned to his dad and said,

"Dad, let’s head back."

...

In the car, the young cousin sent a message to Mo Jingchun, thanking him for his care and saying he’d go for the interview after the Lantern Festival.

Chewing sunflower seeds and eating cherries, Mo Jingchun was browsing short videos. Seeing the pop-up WeChat message content, he was somewhat surprised.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Jingchun opened his spreadsheet and removed that family from the blacklist.

A yard for a yard, treat people as they treat you.

That’s the kind of person he was: you give an inch, I give a yard.

For anyone who knew gratitude, Mo Jingchun thought of them as promising individuals, ones he was willing to invest in and cultivate.

Mo Jingchun didn’t want to work hard cultivating talents only for them to run away; such efforts would be meaningless. Was he supposed to train them for other companies?

"Brother, you smiled," Candy said.

Gently pushing Candy away as she nearly pressed against his face, Mo Jingchun smiled and said,

"It’s New Year’s, should I be crying instead? Don’t you know you’re not supposed to cry on New Year’s Day?"

"Why?"

Remembering his mother patiently explaining when he was young, Mo Jingchun calmly said,

"Because New Year’s Day is the first day of the new year. Crying on the first day symbolizes a bad year."

"Oh~," Candy drew out her response as if she understood, bursting into laughter, "Then I need to laugh a lot today to have a happy, joyful year."

Ruffling Candy’s hair, Mo Jingchun smiled warmly.

"Of course, our Candy should be happy and joyful every day."

"Good, good."

Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers erupted outside, and Mo Jingchun rose and left the fireplace room.

Only one possibility existed if Xiaofeixia set off firecrackers: more relatives had come to visit for New Year.

Mo Jingchun felt fortunate that peculiar relatives were still a minority.

Most would, even if they had their own thoughts, act oblivious and not voice it out.

Even if they only pretended to be kind and amiable, as long as they could keep up the act, it was genuine kindness to Mo Jingchun.

He was willing to play along.

The gifts from relatives celebrating New Year piled up more and more in the living room. Candy watched, looked, and searched, ending up disappointedly walking away.

Out of the entire pile, there wasn’t anything she wanted to eat or drink.

It was mostly alcohol.

"So boring."

Hearing this, Mo Jingchun said irritably,

"Isn’t the back room’s fruit not enough for you to eat?"

"Cherries, strawberries, dragon fruits... what’s not there?"