The donation ceremony at this cruise ship charity gala was very simple and straightforward.

A dark red donation box was placed on the stage. The host stood beside the donation box and read out the names of the recipient organizations on the cards one by one, passionately appealing to the elites to contribute their love and care.

A dozen or so servants, each carrying a tablet and a tray, moved among the seats.

Those who wish to donate money simply place their checks on the tray, and an attendant will perform a series of operations on a tablet.

The names of donors and the amount of their donations will appear on the scrolling bar of the large screen on the stage.

Those present were all celebrities with social standing, so naturally they wouldn't miss such an opportunity to gain fame.

Zheng Minghuai of the Zheng Group donated five million yuan to the Dream Foundation to help children in mountainous areas realize their dreams of education.

Zheng Minghuai of the Zheng Group donated ten million yuan to a rehabilitation project for people with disabilities.

Zheng Minghuai of the Zheng Group donated five million yuan to the Lincheng Elderly Care Foundation.

'……'

On the screen scrolling across the stage, Zheng Minghuai's name appeared the most frequently.

It lingered in front of the screen for a long time.

In photos taken by the media, Zheng Minghuai's name appears in 80% of the photos.

It's easy to imagine how famous Zheng Minghuai will become in Lincheng and even throughout Country A after this charity gala.

Some of the bigwigs in the audience couldn't help but glance at this young man.

Donations to charities, in a sense, also reflect a person's financial resources.

As the sole heir of the Zheng family, Zheng Minghuai's reputation is not exactly stellar, but when it comes to managing and operating the company, there is not a single fault to be found.

Xia Zhizhi looked at Zheng Minghuai with admiration.

"Brother Minghuai, are you going to donate to everyone?"

Zheng Minghuai leaned back in his chair, his hands folded on his knees, his peach blossom eyes fixed on the stage, his gaze seemingly fixed on the tragic faces of the unfortunate recipients in the donation projects displayed in the corner of the screen.

He exhaled from his chest, "Since I've earned so much, I should at least make some contribution to society."

Xia Zhizhi looked at Zheng Minghuai's handsome profile, her eyes sparkling.

She looked away, her face slightly flushed.

The man she loves is truly the best man in the world.

If she could be with him, her future would be infinitely bright.

Zheng Minghuai's gaze, however, fell on the back of Xia Wan, who was sitting diagonally above him.

Throughout the entire process, Xia Wan's gaze remained fixed on Cui Ziqi.

She turned slightly to the side, her hand held in Cui Ziqi's palm. A beautiful smile curved her lips, and her eyes sparkled, as if Cui Ziqi was the only person in her world.

Zheng Minghuai clenched his fists involuntarily, his hands resting on his knees.

Just a few days ago, those beautiful, affectionate eyes belonged entirely to him!

Since Cui Ziqi came in, he hasn't donated a single penny. He spends money like water, filling the screen with his name.

Xia Wan didn't spare a single glance at the screen.

What does she like about a madman who has absolutely no compassion?

Or was she deliberately trying to provoke him?

Suddenly, Cui Ziqi beckoned to the attendant beside him.

The servant bent down, glanced at the extra checks on the tray, and took out a tablet to fiddle with them for a while.

Cui Ziqi's name finally appeared on the large screen on stage.

Cui Ziqi of the Cui family donated ten million yuan to the Guimeng Welfare Home, bringing warmth to the children there.

Guimeng Welfare Home?

Xia Zhizhi's expression became somewhat subtle upon seeing the familiar name.

She looked in Cui Ziqi's direction again, not understanding why he would donate money, especially since he had only donated to Guimeng Welfare Home during the entire charity event.

She frowned slightly, as if she had forgotten something important.

The donation ceremony ended quickly, followed by a pleasant evening party.

The organizers prepared a program with great care.

Cui Ziqi didn't even look at her, and led Xia Wan away from their seats.

Xia Wan took Cui Ziqi's hand and hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice.

"You just stayed behind just to donate money to Guimeng Welfare Home?"

Before Cui Ziqi could answer, she continued to question, "But why? Your feelings for Guimeng Welfare Home shouldn't be this deep, right?"

It wasn't just not deep; you could even say that Guimeng Welfare Home was his nightmare!

During the two years he spent at Guimeng Welfare Home, not only did the other children bully him, but even the teachers at the welfare home disliked this withdrawn and eccentric child.

Logically speaking, Cui Ziqi should hate Guimeng Welfare Home.

She didn't believe that Cui Ziqi had the magnanimity to reconcile with Guimeng Welfare Home.

"There's no particular reason, I just wanted to donate."

He answered casually, his gaze gently shifting away from Xia Wan's puzzled expression.

He had no affection for the welfare home and had no intention of making any donations at this charity event.

However, today when he saw the five big characters 'Guimeng Welfare Home' on the donation project page...

The first thing that came to mind was the hill behind the welfare home.

If those little beasts hadn't buried him alive, he wouldn't have met Xia Wan.

He tightened his grip on the warm little hand in his own, and a twisted feeling of gratitude towards those little beasts welled up inside him.

He didn't want to talk.

Xia Wan didn't ask any further questions.

The two had to walk through a large crowd of media to get back to their room.

The reporter quickly pulled the photographer to Cui Ziqi's side.

"Sir, do you have time to receive..."

"Get out of here."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Cui Ziqi's low and cold words.

The reporter froze, meeting Cui Ziqi's lowered gaze, a chill running down his spine from the cold and menacing look in his eyes.

Not only did she not dare to speak.

Even the reporters who were trying to get close enough to boost their sales figures stopped in their tracks.

Xia Wan: ……

Under the fearful gazes of the crowd, Cui Ziqi, holding Xia Wan's hand, walked unimpeded through the layers of people.

Only after Cui Ziqi left did the sounds of breathing, rising and falling, dare to be heard loudly again.

"Is this the evil spirit of the Cui family? I saw a report about the Cui family before. Mr. Cui Jiyang mentioned his son. The person in the photo looks exactly like him."

"It's him, it's him! He's Cui Jiyang's illegitimate son. When he was found fifteen years ago, this little devil personally beat an eight-year-old child who had bullied him so badly that the child ended up in the hospital. Mr. Cui felt sorry for his son and endured ten years of hardship outside. He spent a lot of manpower and money to suppress that matter. Over the years, Cui Ziqi has probably become even more brutal."

"Did you see that murderous look in his eyes just now? He was radiating a menacing aura, and he might even have a criminal record! Let's be careful and not mess with him."

"..."

The reporters were terrified of having offended this formidable figure.

Xia Wan, who was standing next to the evil god, raised her hand and flicked the evil god on the head.

"Can't you watch your behavior in front of the media? The way you just did that, they can just type a few words on their keyboards and write you as a cold-blooded, ruthless, pretentious, and tyrannical rich kid!"