Hua Rongrong was so sad that she was about to cry in public, especially the accusatory looks she received, which made her feel extremely aggrieved.
The fashion show was abruptly ended because of this farce.
After all the staff left, the Huo family's servants began to clean and dismantle the temporary T-stage, and moved the things selected by Song Li to her room.
Hua Rongrong looked at these priceless, exquisite and beautiful luxury items being carried into Song Li's room one by one, and the jealousy in her eyes was almost overflowing.
Why isn't hers?
Why aren't these things hers?
Hua Rongrong lowered her head to hide the resentment and anger in her eyes, biting her lips hard, leaving teeth marks.
"Xiao Li, are you blaming me?" Hua Rongrong looked at Song Li who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea.
Song Li looked up. "Oh, no, you're overthinking it." A crystal-clear sapphire bracelet adorned her wrist. It was the only piece of jewelry she'd chosen. Against her jade-white skin, the carved petals appeared lifelike, shimmering with a lustrous luster, stunningly beautiful. The red teardrop-shaped bead dangling from the bracelet swayed gracefully with every movement, shimmering with light.
The dazzling light above severely stung Hua Rongrong's eyes.
So beautiful.
It would be nice if it was on her wrist.
Hua Rongrong: "Xiao Li, why donate this bracelet too? I remember you don't like wearing jewelry. It's useless to wear it, it's just a dead object. You should donate it to someone who needs it more. That would be more meaningful. As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place."
Song Li: “…”
[Donate it] This joke is not going away, right?
Song Li nodded: "What you said makes sense."
A smug look immediately appeared on Hua Rongrong's face, blocking the strong jealousy, "Since you agree, then..." She reached out to take off the bracelet on Song Li's wrist.
Song Li put down the teacup and avoided Hua Rongrong's actions.
"As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place." Song Li repeated Hua Rongrong's last words, turned around, and met Hua Rongrong's eyes with a smile, surprised by her avoidance. "But, it's meaningless to just talk about it. Contribution, of course, must be done with your own hands to be meaningful."
Hua Rongrong suddenly had a bad feeling.
Song Li stood up and patted his clothes: "I know you have always been kind and beautiful, helpful and full of love."
"Since you don't have a job right now, why not join me in doing good deeds and contributing some love to the world!"
Hua Rongrong: “???”
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Being a true saint starts with doing true good things.
Virgin bitch: He is so pitiful, you must help him.
Virgin Mary: He is so pitiful, I must help him.
Even if it is hypocritical, I have to weld this kind skin onto Hua Rongrong.
The system's method for determining the Madonna Index was simple and crude. Being generous was considered a Madonna. As long as Hua Rongrong sacrificed her own interests to help others, regardless of her inner feelings, based solely on the facts, it would be considered a Madonna act, increasing her Madonna Index.
In other words, Hua Rongrong asking Song Li to give her money to do good things for her is not a saintly act.
Hua Rongrong uses her own money to do good deeds, which is a saintly behavior and increases her saintly index.
Hua Rongrong uses other people's money to do good deeds, which is a blatant act and she has no saintly qualities.
Song Li brought Hua Rongrong to the orphanage she had contacted in advance in a low-key manner.
Hua Rongrong originally thought she was just going to donate some items, take some photos, and then leave, and by the way, find a few reporters to take photos and report on them and post them on the platform to praise her. This is how Hua Rongrong used to operate.
Song Li then directed Hua Rongrong to cook, feed, clean, and wash clothes for the children...
Hua Rongrong's fair little face is so black that water can be squeezed out of it.
Every time I tried to find an excuse to turn it down, Song Li blocked my way.
"Rongrong, aren't you the one who sympathizes with these poor children the most?"
"Rongrong, didn't you say you were willing to contribute to these poor children?"
"Rongrong, you..."
Hua Rongrong: “…”
Hua Rongrong's smile gradually stiffened, and she suddenly regretted why she contacted the reporter halfway. If she hadn't been facing the camera, she would have walked away with a sullen face.
Her delicate hands had never even washed her own clothes or swept the floor of her room. Why should a few bloated old ladies help these fatherless and motherless bastards with their laundry and cleaning? While some of the abandoned children in the orphanage were healthy, most suffered from various disabilities or illnesses. The orphanage staff were limited in their care, and almost every child's clothes were filthy, covered in thick, clotted dirt that looked disgusting.
Hua Rongrong endured the nausea and did it perfunctorily for a few times, then went to do the easier task of feeding him.
Looking at the abandoned child with a crooked mouth and nose due to cerebral palsy, Hua Rongrong almost turned her head and wanted to vomit. If the reporter was not right next to her with the camera pushing her, Hua Rongrong would have wanted to throw the bowl in his face and turn away.
Hua Rongrong contacted the reporter who came to take the photo and pointed the camera at her. This time, when he accepted the money, I remember that he came to praise Hua Rongrong's kindness sincerely.
She is not afraid of hard work, fatigue or dirt. Although her face looks a little ugly and scares the children away from her, she is probably tired too, right?
As the reporter was thinking this, he took a photo of Hua Rongrong lowering her head to feed her. Her white dress was dirty, her long hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her shoulders, her makeup was blurry, and her expression could not be seen from her drooping chin.
The system watched all this silently, opened the display panel and looked at the heroine who had become extremely evil, and sighed silently.
Looking at the slightly improved Sainthood value, the system sighed again. Well, no matter what, as long as the Sainthood value is restored, no matter how evil the heroine becomes, it will find a way to beautify the heroine's behavior and make her into a kind and beautiful little angel heroine.
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Hua Rong could no longer bear it, so she made an excuse of being tired, putting aside the fact that she felt sick and didn't want to eat for two days, and went to find Song Li.
Song Li was in the orphanage director's office discussing the qualifications of the orphanage with the director.
Song Li is just an ordinary person. He does not have the spirit of self-sacrifice for others, nor does he have such an idea.
Song Li believed that if one is poor, one should take care of oneself, and if one is rich, one should govern the world.
There's nothing wrong with helping others within your ability, but there's absolutely no bottom line. After traveling through time, Song Li became wealthy and powerful. Okay, although it wasn't her money, the hero, Huo Siyuan, had done a lot to create this world, so she donated some money to the orphanage in his name.
It can also be considered as a way to accumulate some virtue for the male protagonist who defeats the world.
When Song Li was about to reach an agreement with the dean, Hua Rongrong pushed the door in hurriedly.
The reporter she found followed behind her very diligently, carrying a camera.
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