Chapter 56 Chapter 56: Su Yuan’s Envy, Jealousy, and Resentment
“It was a hot afternoon. I was home alone, bored, so I started playing Zhuxian 2,” Su Yuan said softly. “On a female character account.”
Gao Jun chuckled. “Fits your image perfectly.”
“Go to hell!” She punched him hard. Dog’s mouth can’t spit ivory.
She continued, “In the game, I met a rich ‘husband.’ He topped up my account and bought me lots of gear.”
“Not bad, Su Yuan. You know how to reel in a sugar daddy.”
“Will you shut up already?”
Gao Jun grinned sheepishly. “Alright, go on.”
“Summer ended, and I thought school would be heavy this year, so I didn’t want to play anymore. But leaving the account idle was wasteful. So I followed my in‑game husband’s advice—put it up for sale online.”
“And two days ago, someone actually asked to buy it!!” Su Yuan’s eyes sparkled. Even Ji Yehao looked intrigued.
“How much did you sell it for?” Gao Jun licked his lips, curious.
Su Yuan smiled proudly. “I listed it at 3,000 yuan. Maybe too high—no one asked. But just as I was about to lower the price, a guy—looked like a rich kid—wanted to buy it. Haha, I raised the price to 5,000!”
Gao Jun gave a thumbs‑up. “Smart! Business is about opportunism—raise the price when you can.”
“Exactly! For rich kids, money is just a symbol. If they’ll pay 3,000, why not test 5,000? My account wasn’t worth even 3,000, but he bought it anyway. That means it had something that attracted him!”
“What was so special about your account?” Gao Jun asked.
Su Yuan shook her head. “That’s the mystery. It was just a normal female character—higher level, married, with a wealthy husband, plus fancy gear. Nothing rare.”
“But I tried 5,000. He agreed instantly, no bargaining, just transferred the money.”
She sighed. “If only I’d asked 6,000 or 7,000, I could’ve earned more.”
Gao Jun shook his head. “Be content. 5,000 is already great. Greed has no end.”
Su Yuan nodded, smiling. “True. I’m satisfied.” She glanced at Ji Yehao, who looked surprised. Even the ice‑cold handsome guy is impressed.
“Yehao, what do you think of my deal?”
“Not bad. Clever,” he praised.
Su Yuan grinned, then teased, “But you don’t look happy. Scared by my brilliance?”
Yehao chuckled. “Your deal surprised me, but such small tricks don’t shake me.”
“Then why so serious?” she asked.
Yehao smiled calmly. “From your words, I sense you resent rich kids. You see a chance and want to exploit it. That mindset isn’t good.”
Su Yuan frowned. Hard to answer. Was it resentment? Maybe not. But the urge to “cash in” was undeniable.
She remembered Yehao himself was a rich kid. Would her attitude create distance? She scratched her head, uneasy. His behavior almost made her forget his background.
Some flaunt wealth openly; some hide it yet flaunt more; some can’t flaunt at all.
“It’s not resentment. It’s envy, jealousy, and hate. Why should rich kids be born into wealth others can’t even dream of? And some are disgusting—decadent, numb, losing their conscience with money.”
“…”
“…”
Gao Jun and Yehao exchanged looks. Su Yuan, that’s naked resentment.
Yehao said, “Not all rich kids are bad. Some work hard, expand their family’s legacy, even do charity. Goodness or evil isn’t about wealth—it’s about character. A rich good person benefits society; a poor bad person still harms it.”
He continued, “Beware of simplistic thinking—powerful equals bad, powerless equals good. Online, whenever something happens, crowds side blindly with the ‘weak.’ That’s not justice—it undermines law. People call for independent judiciary, yet undermine it themselves.”
“If morality were so black‑and‑white, why do villages have bullies? Aren’t they supposed to be simple, kind farmers? Compared to rich tycoons or officials, aren’t they the weak? Yet they oppress others.”
Human nature is too complex for simple labels. At best, divide into law‑abiding and truly evil.
Su Yuan thought of Lin Jun. If something happened to him and spread online, would he be ruined forever?
She wondered: what defines good or bad? Scholars debating politics? Or society’s moral compass? And is that truly justice?
She couldn’t deny Yehao’s point. Much resentment stems from inequality.
True aristocratic families raise children with resources and discipline, producing elites. But nouveau riche families, lacking refinement, spoil their children, thinking money solves all. That’s the difference—education and cultivation.
Strict upbringing or indulgence—can spoiled children carry the future?
Humans are born free, but not equal. Equality at birth is a myth. Equality is a pursuit, limited by frameworks.
We chase equality, but never reach it.
“But those rich kids still make me jealous. Why can’t they share a little with me…”
Su Yuan stopped debating good or bad. She realized it was pointless. Everyone has their logic. Where there’s oppression, there’s resistance. Bulldozers move forward, crushing lives, but paving roads.
Every road is built on graves.
Such questions are for philosophers.
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