Chapter Sixty-Nine: Are You Insulting Me by Sending a Red Envelope?

Mobile phone top-up interface.

Bai Qingming double-checked the number.

Ten thousand—one followed by four zeros.

After confirming the amount several times, he proceeded with the top-up.

Watching as the words “Top-up Successful” appeared on the screen, Bai Qingming smiled.

Now that feels good.

With this thought, he didn’t forget to add that number to the blacklist.

“Keep it down in there.”

Bai Qingming knocked on the door of his little sister’s room.

After a cup of hot milk, Bai Qingming returned to his bedroom.

“Time to sleep.”

…

Meanwhile.

Somewhere in Jiangcheng.

A woman’s phone received a message.

“Dear customer, someone has successfully topped up your mobile number with 10,000.00 yuan. As of now, your account balance is 10,014.12 yuan. For balance inquiries, please…”

In that instant, the woman was stunned.

A moment later, realization dawned on her.

“That idiot!”

She called Bai Qingming again, only to be greeted with the persistent message that the other party was on another call.

Clearly, she’d been blacklisted.

She hurriedly called the mobile carrier, navigating to customer service.

“Hello, thank you for calling. How may I assist you?”

“A friend owed me money. I asked him to transfer it to me, but instead, he topped up my phone with ten thousand yuan. Can I get a refund?”

The woman got straight to the point.

“I’m sorry, but that can’t be refunded.”

“Why not?” A chill crept into her heart.

“Because the credit has already been applied to your account, it cannot be returned. We hope you understand,” the representative patiently explained.

“Aren’t you supposed to handle these things? How can you not refund it? Useless lot!”

“Ma’am, please mind your language. This call is being recorded,” the customer service agent gently reminded her.

“I don’t care. I’m telling you, you must refund it today! If you don’t, I’ll call the police and sue you!”

The woman, mind blank, resorted to threats without a care.

Faced with such unreasonable demands, the agent fell silent.

After a pause, the voice responded with just a few words.

“Then go ahead and sue.”

Now it was the woman’s turn to be speechless.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” the agent asked again.

“Yes, yes, there is,” the woman hurriedly replied.

“Even if there is, I won’t help you.” With that, the agent, exasperated, hung up.

The woman was left dumbfounded.

If the group of goofy fans from Bai Qingming’s streaming room had witnessed this scene, the comment section would have exploded with applause.

Furious, the woman slammed down her phone.

The more she thought about it, the angrier and more aggrieved she became, until she dialed 110 and called the police.

“Hello, I want to report a crime!”

…

The next day.

Bai Qingming, as usual, lazed about like a couch potato, sprawled on the sofa watching videos of women in black stockings.

Currently, a trend on TikTok was the “cartoon body challenge”—many were imitating it, much to his delight.

Just then, his little sister came home.

She’d gone out to buy groceries an hour and a half ago and was only now returning.

Her face glowed with a smile and she hummed a tune—clearly in high spirits.

“Did you find some money?” Bai Qingming couldn’t help but ask.

“How crass,” she replied, giving him a look of disdain. “I did a good deed just now, so I’m happy.”

“What good deed?” Bai Qingming asked, intrigued.

“On my way back from buying groceries, I saw a lost dog wandering around. Out of kindness, I brought it to the nearby police station and asked the officers there to help find its owner.”

She told the story earnestly.

Having done a good deed, she couldn’t resist preparing two extra dishes at lunch to reward Bai Qingming, determined that the “dog man” would finish every bite.

Pointing to the groceries in her hand, she declared, “Today I’m in a good mood, so you’re in luck.”

With that, she headed into the kitchen.

Bai Qingming sighed and resumed watching his videos.

Just then, a WeChat notification popped up.

He opened it to see that someone had tagged everyone in a group chat.

The group’s name was “Thomson One Owners”—he couldn’t even remember when he’d joined it.

What caught his eye was the sender.

It was an owner with the surname Wang. The profile picture was amusing—he’d used a photo of Principal Wang.

Bai Qingming grinned, even tempted to change his own profile picture to one of Jack Ma.

He read the message—a photo.

In the picture was an adorable big dog, which, if he wasn’t mistaken, was an Alaskan Malamute.

Immediately after, the owner with the surname Wang sent another message.

“My dog is missing. Her name is Wang Keke. If anyone sees her, please contact me right away. There will be a generous reward!”

He even sent a red envelope in the group.

Bai Qingming claimed it—eighty-eight yuan and eighty-eight cents. Quite a treat.

But it seemed no one else shared his enthusiasm; in fact, he noticed that he was the only one claiming the envelopes.

What’s more, the group, previously peaceful and quiet, erupted just because of this red envelope.

After all, the group members were all affluent residents of Thomson One—people of considerable means.

Sending a red envelope? Wasn’t that an insult?

So, after Owner Wang sent his envelope, another owner, surnamed Ma, followed up with his own, accompanied by a taunt:

“Young man, you’re not the only one with money.”

Bai Qingming claimed that one too—one hundred eighty-eight yuan!

This owner, who used the Alipay logo as a profile picture, was impressive.

Then others joined in, sending bigger envelopes.

It even turned into a competition—each time someone sent an envelope, Owner Wang would send an even larger one, with the note: “Is that all?”

Without exception, Bai Qingming was the only one claiming them.

He’d never snatched so many red envelopes in his life—no, this wasn’t claiming envelopes, this was picking up free money.

The group was full of living Bodhisattvas, generous as gods of fortune.

In no time at all, Bai Qingming’s WeChat wallet had grown by over ten thousand yuan, and the rain of red envelopes showed no sign of stopping.

He used to snatch envelopes worth a few cents at most—being lucky enough to get a couple of yuan was a blessing from a past life. He’d never seen anything like this.

Bai Qingming relished this “insult.”

No one could top this.

In a word—bliss!

“What are you grinning at, looking so sleazy?” his sister asked, emerging from the kitchen with the food.

Suddenly, Bai Qingming remembered something. He scrolled up and showed her the photo of the dog.

“This person’s looking for their dog.”

At the sight of the photo, his sister exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s the dog I brought to the police station!”

“Is that so?” Bai Qingming was just as astonished.

“Hurry up and tell them—the dog’s at the police station,” she urged, nudging him.

He nodded.

But before Bai Qingming could type, the red envelope shower abruptly stopped. Owner Wang had just sent a new message:

“My dog’s been found. She’s sunbathing downstairs. I don’t know which idiot took her to the police station.”

Bai Qingming: “…”

His sister: “…”