Cheng Su didn’t expect that her business making money would bother others.
The cause of the matter wasn’t sothing else, and to say it, it was a bit dramatic—her classmate, a girl nad Chen Moli, suddenly got acute leukemia.
Chen Moli’s family was average, her parents were working-class, this illness was deadly and soon they couldn’t afford the treatnt, so the school initiated a donation drive with each class sending people to raise funds.
The person responsible for Cheng Su’s class was the class president nad Wang Ying, who first gave a heartfelt speech then urged everyone to donate generously.
This year, it’s already 1987, compared to before, the earnings have increased, but there are still many people who don’t have much money, so everyone donated ten or eight yuan, which was considered a lot.
When Wang Ying ca to Cheng Su, she smiled and said, "Cheng Su, you’re soone who runs big business, you should donate more to help our classmate Chen Moli through this difficult ti."
As a classmate, it’s right to donate, but what Wang Ying said made Cheng Su feel uncomfortable, what was that supposed to an? Just because she runs a big business she should donate more, what kind of logic is that?
Everyone in the class looked at Cheng Su, which made her feel even more uneasy and uncomfortable, but she took out two Great Unity RMB and put them in the donation box: "Wishing Chen Moli a speedy return to the classroom."
She checked, and so far, hers was the largest donation.
Wang Ying glanced at her, seemingly a bit dissatisfied, but Cheng Su didn’t look at her and continued to bury her head in her book.
She thought that was it, but not long after, Cheng Su heard gossip about herself.
"Opening such a big restaurant, money rolling in, yet so rich and only donating twenty yuan, what a miser."
"The richer soone is, the stingier they are."
"Seed so generous, but turned out to be nothing like that."
Apart from such gossip, there were many more strange looks, which almost made Cheng Su explode in anger.
What kind of people are these, is it just because she has money, she deserves to donate a lot of money, to donate her fortune?
Donations are supposed to be voluntary, is there such forced situations?
Even though Cheng Su was angry, she didn’t pay attention to it, knowing that there are such people everywhere.
But her ignoring them didn’t stop them from looking for trouble with her.
Cheng Su sat in the cafeteria eating, Ming Xiaofan also arrived, looked around, then eagerly ran over to sit beside her: "Junior sister!"
At the table next to them, Wang Ying and several girls were eating and talking loudly.
Wang Ying looked at Cheng Su, then glanced at Ming Xiaofan, showing a look of disdain.
"Don’t think that just because soone has money they’re generous, the richer they are, the stingier." Wang Ying suddenly raised her voice.
Cheng Su furrowed her brows and put down her spoon.
Ming Xiaofan looked at her cautiously, then glanced at Wang Ying.
"Usually they talk about classmates, but when it cos to a crucial ti, it ans nothing, if I had such a big restaurant, I’d definitely donate a thousand to help her." Wang Ying continued.
"Forget it, people are like that." One girl echoed Wang Ying’s words.
"I just feel, how can people be so cold-blooded and heartless."
Cheng Su pursed her lips, hands on her knees, a flicker of anger in her eyes.
Until now, she didn’t know who spread those rumors about her, it felt like she’d lived two lifetis for nothing.
She looked at Wang Ying, who avoided her gaze, snorted, as if disdainful to even look at her.
Ming Xiaofan then confronted Wang Ying: "Enjoy your al without making noise, why so much talk, isn’t it annoying!"
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