Cheng Su didnāt expect that her business making money would bother others.
The cause of the matter wasnāt something else, and to say it, it was a bit dramaticāher classmate, a girl named Chen Moli, suddenly got acute leukemia.
Chen Moliās family was average, her parents were working-class, this illness was deadly and soon they couldnāt afford the treatment, so the school initiated a donation drive with each class sending people to raise funds.
The person responsible for Cheng Suās class was the class president named Wang Ying, who first gave a heartfelt speech then urged everyone to donate generously.
This year, itās already 1987, compared to before, the earnings have increased, but there are still many people who donāt have much money, so everyone donated ten or eight yuan, which was considered a lot.
When Wang Ying came to Cheng Su, she smiled and said, "Cheng Su, youāre someone who runs big business, you should donate more to help our classmate Chen Moli through this difficult time."
As a classmate, itās right to donate, but what Wang Ying said made Cheng Su feel uncomfortable, what was that supposed to mean? 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 didnāt 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 someone is, the stingier they are."
"Seemed 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 didnāt pay attention to it, knowing that there are such people everywhere.
But her ignoring them didnāt 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.
"Donāt think that just because someone has money theyāre 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 comes to a crucial time, it means nothing, if I had such a big restaurant, Iād definitely donate a thousand to help her." Wang Ying continued.
"Forget it, people are like that." One girl echoed Wang Yingās 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 didnāt know who spread those rumors about her, it felt like sheād lived two lifetimes 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 meal without making noise, why so much talk, isnāt it annoying!"