She had always enjoyed her parents’ meticulous care, never thinking about whether life outside might be better, or whether being close to classmates would be interesting. She was content and satisfied, dependent on her parents. But Du Feifan’s vibrant personality first sparked a sense of envy in her heart.
She had never seen anyone so active that both classmates and teachers admired her, seemingly being the first to handle and coordinate any big or small matters in class. She was popular, and everyone liked her, but she wasn’t the typical smiley, well-behaved girl. Sometimes she could be quite sharp and caustic, her face often cold and almost smiling. So everyone liked her, but no one dared to joke with her too freely.
She wasn’t a pushover; she was smart, calm, and passionate about her work. Strange, yet commanding respect.
Therefore, throughout her student years, Du Feifan was the only one who left a deep impression on her. In her heart, she secretly thought of Du Feifan as a “heroine” – like those legendary figures from ancient times who fought injustice but never made a fuss, doing good deeds without seeking publicity.
Suddenly, Du Feifan’s eyes met her gaze, which she couldn’t dodge in time. She was startled, quickly lowering her eyes and nervously wringing her hands.
Du Feifan looked at her, feeling her meddlesome urge rising again. God knows when she would ever cure this habit.
“Let’s chat,” she suggested.
“Ah?”
“When talking to someone, the first thing is to look them in the eye, to make them feel respected.”
The startled doe-like eyes glanced up briefly, then dropped again.
“Of course, if you’re uncomfortable, we can say goodbye. I just need to achieve my fundraising goal. I promised the ‘Abused Children’s Foundation’ to raise 5 million in donations for medical equipment. Currently, we’re short 4.5 million. I plan to extract 1 million from your husband to join the cause of love,” Du Feifan shrugged, seeing that the beautiful woman seemed uninterested in outside interference. She naturally went with the flow. Though meddling was in her nature, she wouldn’t force anyone. Saving herself the trouble, she gulped down the half-cold tea and stood up:
“It seems you’re not interested in chatting. Never mind, goodbye.”
“I—” Xiao Susu spoke up urgently.
Du Feifan, already at the entrance, half-turned to look at her, waiting.
