Mr. Su waved his hand dismissively. "There’s no need to change our phone number. Your mother and I already know what to do."

At first, he had pitied his daughter for her impoverished life. ’If I have something to spare, I should give her a little,’ he had thought.

Who knew that this act of kindness would only feed her greed? Every few days, she would call, crying and asking for money and new clothes.

If it were just a matter of supporting their daughter’s family of five, the couple wouldn’t be this exhausted.

He knew his second daughter all too well. Whenever she got something from them, she would surely boast to her in-laws about how wonderful her own family was, how they could get money just by asking.

Her husband’s family were a bunch of blood-sucking leeches. Once they latched onto you, they wouldn’t rest until they had bled you dry.

He had tried to persuade his wife about this several times, but she was always too soft-hearted, thinking things would get better once their daughter’s family was well-off.

In reality, however, the couple was on the verge of being bled dry by their second daughter’s in-laws!

If their son hadn’t suddenly returned, they would have truly sunk deeper and deeper, only to receive none of their daughter’s gratitude in the end.

Lately, he had the faint feeling that his second daughter was already starting to resent them for not earning enough...

Su Shuochi was a little pleased to hear his father’s words, though he wasn’t sure if his parents had truly seen the light.

But if his parents continued to spoil his second sister, he would just take them to the Imperial City. With Jiaojiao there, he wouldn’t have to worry about his parents neglecting their health.

It wasn’t that he was heartless and unwilling to help his second sister. It’s just that when you’re consistently kind to someone over a long period, you’re often the only one moved by your own actions.

If that person lacks a certain level of awareness, she will likely interpret this kindness as something you’re doing voluntarily.

Over time, she’ll start to take your kindness for granted, even seeing it as a sign that you’re trying to curry favor with her.

And if one day you can’t satisfy her demands, she will turn around and resent you over the smallest things, forgetting all the good you’ve ever done for her.

In psychology, this phenomenon is called "recipient’s malice," meaning that excessive help can, paradoxically, bring out the worst in a person’s nature.

No matter how close the relationship, your giving must have limits. Even the kindness you show your own children must be kept within reasonable bounds.

Clearly, his parents lacked this awareness, which was why he had made a special trip back to deal with the issues between them and his second sister.

He glanced at his parents and decided to change the subject for now. "Xiao Wu, help me open the luggage bag. Jiaojiao bought you a long down jacket and a mock turtleneck sweater."

"Whoa, Jiaojiao bought me clothes too? Thank her for me, will you? Hehe, and thanks to you for bringing them back."

Hearing Su Shuochi say that Jiaojiao had bought him clothes, Sheng Shiwu quickly ran over and unzipped the large travel bag.

He pulled the zipper so fast that a down jacket, compressed inside, suddenly burst out of the bag and fluttered to the ground.

Sheng Shiwu stared at the fallen jacket, stunned for a moment before snapping back to his senses and quickly bending down to pick it up.

He held it up against his body to size it, only to find it wasn’t big enough. He frowned and said, "That’s weird, how can this be? Could it be that Jiaojiao doesn’t know my size?"

Su Shuochi glanced at the down jacket in Sheng Shiwu’s hands and couldn’t help but laugh.

He said scornfully, "Jiaojiao definitely considered everyone’s sizes when she bought these clothes. How could she forget yours? This one is obviously a women’s style. It must be for my mom."

Hearing Su Shuochi’s words, Sheng Shiwu’s face instantly turned bright red. "Oh, uh, I’ll look for mine then.

"Wow, this pink down jacket is so pretty! This must be Su Qinchun’s."

"This black one should be Uncle Su’s. Yep, yep, it’s Uncle Su’s."

Muttering to himself, he pulled all the clothes out of the travel bag. Finally, he held up a long, azure down jacket.

He loved both the style and the color. "Ah, this one’s definitely mine!" he exclaimed happily.

He deftly took off his old jacket and put on the new one. "Waha, it’s a perfect fit! I’ve never worn a down jacket before, let alone one that goes down to my knees."

Wearing the azure down jacket, he spun around twice in front of Song Zijie and asked, "Song, take a look! How’s it look?"

Song Zijie nodded with a broad smile. He was quite envious on the inside, but he was generous with his praise.

"It looks really good. Your wife, the Divine Doctor, really knows how to pick clothes. I wonder if they sell this style here in Qing City. If they do, I’ll go buy one right away."

"It’s a new item from Hong Kong City. Right now, it’s only sold in the Imperial City. If you like it, I can bring one back for you during the New Year."

Su Shuochi said this, half-joking, half-serious. The clothes had actually come from his wife’s dimensional space; they weren’t for sale in the Imperial City before.

After he, Jiaojiao, and their friends started wearing them, a down jacket factory approached them to buy the design samples.

Jiaojiao provided a few design sketches, and half a month ago, they went on sale in all the major department stores in the Imperial City.

The two of them provided the designs and even get a ten percent cut of the profits!

’He’d never imagined making money could be so easy for his wife.’

"Su, could you call your wife and ask her to buy one for me and mail it?"

"I don’t think you’ll need Jiaojiao to buy it for you. Someone will probably buy you one during the winter break."

Song Zijie scratched his head and said no more. He knew who Su was talking about. ’No wonder her older brother asked for my size yesterday!’

His face feeling a little hot, Song Zijie quickly changed the subject. "Uncle Su, you should try yours on for us, too. If it looks good, I’ll buy one for my grandpa and my dad."

What Song Zijie didn’t know yet was that his father had already ordered a batch of down jackets from the factory in the Imperial City, and they were scheduled to arrive before the New Year.

How could Gu Jiaojiao forget her friends back in Qing City? Whatever was popular in the Imperial City, she would definitely think of them first.

Mr. Su quite liked the look of the down jacket on Sheng Shiwu. "Haha... I’ll try mine on too."

Mr. Su’s was a long, black down jacket. The length was just right, but it was a little big, probably because he had lost a lot of weight recently.

Su’s mother came out of the kitchen and saw the down jacket her husband was wearing, and the grin he couldn’t wipe off his face.

Although his sallow complexion detracted from the effect a little, he still looked much more spirited than he did in his old clothes.

She said with a smile, "Old man, I’ve got to say, you look ten years younger in that new jacket."

"Don’t be so dramatic..." Mr. Su felt a bit embarrassed by his wife’s praise.

He had just noticed several white scarves still in his son’s travel bag. Not caring whether they were for him or someone else, he grabbed one and wrapped it around his neck.

Su Shuochi and the others couldn’t help but chuckle at Mr. Su’s getup. Sheng Shiwu said happily, "Haha, it’s true what they say: clothes make the man."

Su Shuochi also remarked, "Dad, you see? You don’t usually pay much attention to what you wear, but now that you’ve put on such a nice jacket, you look like a whole new person."