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"Brother Chen! This...this is too much! I can't accept it!"

"Brother, take it back! I really can't accept it!"

Jiang Xiaobei's voice was trembling with fear and shock, almost as if she were crying.

He frantically tried to press the "refund" button, but his finger, which had just been trembling with excitement over his new clothes and shoes, now felt as heavy as a ton and he couldn't press it down.

"Take it."

In the driver's seat, Jiang Chen didn't even turn around, but just stared straight ahead, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable authority.

These two simple words seemed to possess a magical power, causing Jiang Xiaobei to choke on all his words of refusal, unable to utter a single syllable.

Jiang Xiaobei could clearly hear his own heart pounding like a drum.

He dared not speak, and could only hold the phone, at a loss for what to do.

Jiang Chen glanced at his cousin's silly, anxious look in the rearview mirror. He found it both funny and a little heartbreaking.

He knew that simply giving money to such an honest child with a strong sense of self-esteem and extreme inferiority complex would only have the opposite effect.

You must give him a reason that he cannot refuse and that he can accept with a clear conscience.

"This ten thousand," Jiang Chen's voice rang out again, breaking the silence in the car, "is your start-up capital for delivering food."

"Buy a new electric scooter with a good range, and get all the necessary equipment like a helmet, raincoat, and power bank. Don't skimp on those few dollars. Save the rest for your living expenses at school."

"Don't just eat steamed buns with free soup in the cafeteria every day, and don't always eat the cheapest vegetables. This is the time when you're growing, so eat meat when you should, and don't let your classmates look down on you."

Jiang Chen spoke these words with utmost naturalness, as if he were not giving money, but arranging a perfectly normal job.

As Jiang Xiaobei listened, her nose tingled and her eyes instantly reddened.

Eating steamed buns and vegetables...

He had become accustomed to these sacrifices made to save money, but he never expected that his cousin would see them so clearly.

"As for the other ten thousand..." Jiang Chen changed the subject, his tone becoming much gentler.

"It's not for you."

"Take it back to your mother."

"Take her to the best hospital in the county and have a specialist take a good look at her back. Buy some good medicine and hire a good doctor to do some physical therapy. Don't let her delay any longer."

"Give the rest of the money to her and her second uncle, and buy them two new outfits each. It's the New Year, so they shouldn't always wear those faded old clothes."

If the first ten thousand yuan only shocked Jiang Xiaobei.

That last ten thousand yuan completely shattered the last line of defense in his heart!

He thought of his mother.

That honest and timid woman who was bullied by her aunt Liu Cuifen her whole life without daring to utter a sound.

He knew that his mother had a serious chronic back problem, a result of doing heavy work in the fields when she was young.

On rainy days, the pain keeps me up all night, and I can only grit my teeth and pound it with my hands.

But every time Jiang Xiaobei suggested she go to the hospital, she would wave her hand and say, "It's nothing, it's just an old ailment, why waste money? I'll just get a massage and it'll be fine."

Jiang Xiaobei knew that her mother didn't not want to get treatment, but she couldn't bear to.

She wanted to use every penny she saved on her only son who was a college student.

And now, Brother Chen actually...

"elder brother……"

Jiang Xiaobei could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

He was a tall young man, over 1.7 meters tall, but he was crying like a child in the back seat of the car.

He knew that he couldn't refuse the money no matter what.

This is not just about money; it's about the mother's health, and the only hope for this family suffocating under the weight of poverty.

Jiang Chen looked at him in the rearview mirror, offering no words of comfort, and simply drove quietly.

He knew he needed to let the child vent his emotions.

After a while, Jiang Xiaobei's crying gradually stopped and turned into low sobs.

He wiped away his tears and, in a voice thick with nasal congestion, expressed his worries.

"But...brother, if I take this money back, my parents...they definitely won't dare to take it back."

He knew his honest and simple parents all too well.

For them, the 20,000 yuan was not a surprise, but a shock.

They would definitely assume the money was ill-gotten, and their first thought would be to return it to Jiang Chen intact.

"Hmm, I've got it."

Jiang Chen nodded, as if everything was within his expectations.

"So, don't say that I gave you this money."

"Huh?" Jiang Xiaobei was confused again. "Then... how should I say it?"

Jiang Chen was driving, stroking his chin, a serious expression on his handsome face, as if he was starting to think deeply.

"Just say... you were lucky and found this money on the street!"

As soon as Jiang Chen finished speaking, he shook his head and rejected the absurd idea.

"No way, no way. Finding 20,000 yuan in cash is too fake. The police would have to talk to you."

Jiang Xiaobei: "..."

Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.

He snapped his fingers, his tone filled with excitement.

"Got it!"

"Just tell me you haven't been sleeping these past two nights, you've been looking for part-time jobs online, haven't you?"

"Then, you found a job as a gaming coach for a game company!"

"Perfect timing! You've hit the jackpot by running into a super-rich boss who's got plenty of money to burn!"

"You played a few games with him, making him very comfortable and pleased. Then, on a whim, that rich boss gave you a 20,000 yuan tip!"

As Jiang Chen spoke, he became increasingly convinced that his script was absolutely perfect. He turned to Jiang Xiao-Bei, who was staring blankly at him, and said with certainty:

"Yes! That's what we'll say!"

"Doesn't this reason sound both absurd and somehow reasonable? It perfectly aligns with the behavioral logic of wealthy people these days!"

Jiang Xiaobei stared wide-eyed at his cousin, whose thinking was so peculiar that his brain had completely given up trying to think.

Seeing Jiang Xiaobei's silly look, Jiang Chen smiled, but his tone became serious again.

"Remember, the core of this script is to make your parents believe that this money is 'clean money' that you earned through your own hard work and ability!"

"Only in this way can they spend it with a clear conscience and without any psychological burden, do you understand?"

Jiang Xiaobei looked into Jiang Chen's deep and sincere eyes.

He finally understood.

What Brother Chen did was not just giving money, but also carefully protecting the fragile dignity of his family in his own way.

Jiang Xiaobei could no longer utter a single word.

He simply nodded heavily, using all his strength.

Then, on WeChat, I pressed the "Confirm Payment" button.

He knew that from this moment on, his family's life was about to change.

The one who changed everything was my cousin, who was once looked down upon by everyone but now seems to have descended like a god.

He secretly made a vow in his heart.

He is determined to make something of himself in this lifetime.

He will repay Brother Chen's kindness to him tenfold, a hundredfold, in the future!