Who am I worried about?

I opened the dictionary and looked up the word "scruple" carefully, which means to be afraid of some extra code of conduct or to be bad for people or things before I act. Concerns? Who am I worried about?

I recall that three days ago, my mother asked me to wrap red envelopes for many relatives and children. I was very shy at that time, and I wanted to pack dozens of dollars for each red envelope, but in our hometown, each red envelope had to be at least hundreds to get it. Thinking of the disappointment of relatives and children and the contempt of relatives, I gritted my teeth and wrapped up more than 100 red envelopes. Who am I worried about?

I recall a month ago, a group of old classmates got together, and everyone was showing off their work and objects. He is rich and has a high income. He asked me, me? It's just a rich second-generation guy. Everyone looks envious, but I don't even have a date. Who am I worried about?

Then I recalled that three months ago, I went to work in the west. I often visit the leader's house for work, but it still doesn't work. At the suggestion of my friend, I handed the leader a thick red envelope. Who am I worried about?

I opened the dictionary again and stared at the explanation of scruples, rules, rules. I was afraid of rules. This is not a person. This is the rule. There are thousands of rules in the world, bright and dark. These rules form a big cage and trap me. Even if I have all kinds of abilities, I can't escape from this cage, but I will also get a shout-bah, you unruly guy.

So I'm afraid, so I'm afraid, so I'm worried. I lied and slapped my face because I was afraid of getting stuck in the rules (I can't write any more, I don't feel argumentative, I hope it will inspire you)