She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Old Chen curled his lip. No matter how much he messed around, he would never steal food from his younger brother and sister-in-law's bowl. Really, what kind of person did they take him for? He was not respectable at all.

"Brother," Old Chen said, pushing his bowl away like a doting old man, "you won't mind if I stay here for a few days, will you?"

Chen Weijun was naturally unwilling, but he would rely on his elder brother for many things in the future, so he couldn't possibly say such a thing.

"Brother, since we got married, we haven't had much time to see each other except for the Chinese New Year. Now it's great that you can stay a few more days, I'm so happy," Chen Weijun said dryly, trying to be polite.

Old Chen always acted like the eldest brother in front of his younger brother, believing him to be a mute idiot. He thought these words were tantamount to kicking him out. Only because he was the eldest brother did he not mind.

Old Chen was sleepy again after eating his fill. He said he had been very uncomfortable sleeping in the chair last night. "I'll sleep a little longer," he said.

Fang Rong gritted her teeth, "Big brother, we're going back and forth in the living room, you probably won't be able to sleep, so why don't we..."

She wanted to suggest that she go home and leave some money to help them out.

Old Chen nodded. "Sister-in-law is so thoughtful. I'll sleep in my two nephews' room. It wouldn't be right for me to sleep in yours, would it?"

He walked into the room with a smile and locked the door.

The people in the living room looked at each other, speechless.

"Mom, what are we going to do? It's finally a day off, and I want to sleep in."

"I still have some things in my room that I need to take out today."

"Why is Uncle like this?"

"Mom, I'm not full. I'm hungry."

"Me too."

Fang Rong glared at Chen Weijun and said, "Look at your older brother, does he have any manners of an elder?"

Chen Weijun stared at the empty bowl; he hadn't actually eaten his fill.

Fang Rong vented her anger by throwing things around. Seeing her son's pitiful state, she took out a bag of biscuits from a bedroom and waved to them, "Keep your voice down, don't let your uncle find out."

The two sons, along with Chen Weijun, nodded; they understood.

Fang Rong and the others squatted in the kitchen, unpacked the cookies, and started sharing them.

Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared in front of her.

The group looked up and found that Old Chen, whom they had been hiding from, was standing to the side, stretching out his hand, clearly indicating that he wanted to eat too.

The group was extremely embarrassed, especially Fang Rong, who was distributing the cookies; her neck even turned red.

"Big brother... haha, the kids just found it. We thought we'd eat it first, and then we'd save some for you to eat when you wake up."

Whether Old Chen believed him or not, he took the biscuit and started eating it. "I remember I brought this biscuit when I came to your house last year, right?"

"The biscuits we get from our machinery factory are really good."

Chen Weijun chuckled dryly, "Yes, we can only enjoy such good food during the Chinese New Year thanks to you, Big Brother."

Old Chen thought about his empty pockets and felt a deep sadness welling up inside him.

If he weren't broke and short of money, he would have gone out for a nice meal long ago, instead of being treated badly for eating sweet potato soup and the cookies he gave them.

Having lived for so many years, I can still read people's expressions clearly.

In the past, he would give them good things as soon as he arrived, and they would take good care of him and show him great concern.

Indeed, it is true that a gift conveys affection, while a gift without it diminishes affection.

But why don't they think about it? That good-for-nothing Chen Weijun got his job by paying and helping him get it. Otherwise, their family would be living in a miserable state.

No wonder his wife is always so stingy when she comes to visit relatives, refusing to give him this or that. He used to complain that she was stingy.

Thinking of Grandma Xia, he felt depressed again. After snatching half a bag of biscuits, he occupied his nephew's room and locked the door.

Why shouldn't he eat his own food!

Fang Rong was furious, wanting to curse but not daring to let him hear, so she could only mutter under her breath, "Look at your older brother, what kind of person is he? How many days is he going to stay? Is he going to freeload off our family every day? Who stays at someone else's house all the time?"