The contrast between He Qinqin's cold porridge and the large table of dishes that the children worked together to prepare has infuriated netizens.
[Seriously, I don't think He Qinqin came to volunteer today just to bring Si Jiuyin this bowl of porridge. I find it hard to believe she's here to do charity.]
[He Qinqin, if you want to repair your relationship with Si Jiuyin, you should at least put in some effort. Now look what you've done, getting completely humiliated by a bunch of kindergarten kids. Aren't you ashamed?]
[My friends are all so lovely! Despite their own challenges, they still tried their best to provide the best for Si Jiuyin.]
[Even a child you only see once every few months knows how to be grateful and tries their best to respond. He Qinqin, don't you have a heart?]
[Family members, I just looked up the Mindful Beauty Kindergarten, and I'm deeply impressed! The children all come from disadvantaged backgrounds, and the Si Group not only covers their supplementary treatment costs and ensures their education, but also sponsors the most outstanding children all the way to university graduation.]
[I just checked the list of beneficiaries sponsored by the Si Group, and I found my favorite pianist and cartoonist on it! The Si Group is so low-key about their philanthropy.]
More and more netizens have come to know that the Si Group is doing charity work in a serious and low-key manner, and they have become fans of the Si Group. The influence of the Si Group is gradually expanding, but that's a story for another time.
He Qinqin stood awkwardly beside Si Jiuyin, looking at the table full of dishes, any one of which could easily devour her porridge.
She never imagined that Si Jiuyin, who used to be so fond of the porridge she cooked for her, would be completely unmoved now.
Si Jiuyin didn't bother to give her another look and turned to look after the children.
In response to the children's overflowing love, Si Jiuyin greeted each child one by one, calling out their names and distributing the small gifts she had brought, just like the original owner remembered.
He Qinqin was separated from the children who rushed up to her.
After exchanging pleasantries with the children, Si Jiuyin put on gloves, picked up an eel rice ball, took a bite, and gave a thumbs-up, praising, "You little cuties are really amazing!"
Seeing this, He Qinqin gritted her teeth, picked up her bowl of porridge, and showed the burns and frostbite on her hands to the camera.
He Qinqin was washing clothes and cooking at the Shi family's house. Her hands were swollen and ulcerated from frostbite, and they looked quite shocking at that moment.
"Mom, I burned my hand while making porridge."
He Qinqin was about to continue speaking, her voice trembling with tears, when a childish voice rang out: "Auntie, you burned your hand while cooking porridge, is it because your technique is bad?"
The little girl with bangs asked, puzzled.
“My older sister often helped make breakfast for the family when she was in junior high school. Her hands were never injured, and the breakfasts she made were very plentiful.”
Originally, He Qinqin was about to go on an emotional journey, but she was choked by the little girl's words. "That brat is so annoying, and she even called me 'auntie.' She has terrible taste!"
He Qinqin forced herself to continue holding the porridge in a pitiful manner: "I was wrong. I don't ask you to forgive me now, but please have a sip of the porridge I made!"
Si Jiuyin was enjoying the mushroom and chicken soup that the secretary-general and the other children had cooked together when she saw the cold porridge that He Qinqin brought over, and she tried her best to hide her disgust.
He Qinqin immediately began to use moral blackmail: "My porridge isn't as fancy as the seafood and snacks they prepared. If you don't drink it, are you looking down on me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Si Jiuyin was staring straight at her, her eyes seeming to pierce through her.
“Yes.” Si Jiuyin coldly uttered a single word, and He Qinqin’s eyes widened.
"I not only look down on your porridge, but I also look down on you."
The adults at the event all looked surprised, while the children thought that this strange aunt He Qinqin was really mean, forcing the pretty aunt to drink cold porridge.
"I look down on you. You have a coveted position as a rising star TV reporter, yet you spend all your time being lovey-dovey and neglecting your duties."
"I despise you. You have a mother and brother who cherish you like treasures, yet you turn around and are moved to tears by a bowl of plain porridge from a hoodlum."
Si Jiuyin's words were like daggers: "I despise you for not living in the Si family's big apartment, but instead doing laundry and cooking for your petty hoodlum boyfriend and his family, holed up in that dark, sunless basement."
Many people had heard about He Qinqin's love-struck behavior, but they never expected her to be this foolish. The sympathy they felt for her when they saw the injury on her hand vanished instantly.
“I’ve advised you countless times since high school not to jump into the fire pit! I’ve put in so much effort to stop you and Shiyao, so I’m tired and I’m letting go.”
With each word Si Jiuyin spoke, He Qinqin's face paled a little more.
"Now that you have frostbite on your hands, are injured, are having a hard time, and are unhappy with your job, you're trying to morally blackmail me. How can you have the nerve to do that?"
He Qinqin's face flushed red and then turned pale. She reached out to grab Si Jiuyin's hand, and the children immediately surrounded Si Jiuyin.
He Qinqin awkwardly withdrew her hand and explained, "I do laundry and cook at the Shi family's house just to gain their approval."
Si Jiuyin thought this guy was hopeless. "Why do you need their approval? Are they judges for major awards? Will you win the Pulitzer Prize if you get their approval?"
He Qinqin pleaded, "Mom, then I won't do it!"
"To err is human, to forgive divine. I know I was wrong now, Mom, why can't you give me a chance?"
Si Jiuyin gave a cold laugh: "Why should I give you a chance? You once stood by me and refused to help me when I was in danger. What use are you? You're just a hidden danger!"
"I have forgiven you many times and treated you well even after you made so many mistakes because I was afraid that you would not be doing well and that I would feel ashamed to your parents in the afterlife."
"But after surviving a brush with death, I feel I have no regrets in my life, while you are the one who has no remorse."
Si Jiuyin changed the subject, her eyes full of scrutiny, "Besides, repentance can be faked."
"You've only been volunteering here for one day and you can't even hold back anymore. Why should I believe you know you're wrong? You haven't even broken up with Shi Yao!"
He Qinqin gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face like they were free: "Mom!"
"So you're just going to watch me suffer like this?"
Another child asked in confusion, "Auntie, you're so old, and you're a TV reporter. What does your misfortune have to do with you, pretty auntie?"
Before Si Jiuyin could speak, the children, full of questions, started chattering amongst themselves.
"My dad said that if things aren't going well, you have to rely on your own hands and work to change them!"
"Auntie, why don't you live in the big house of pretty aunties, but instead live in the basement?"
"I heard there are a lot of rats in the basement. Maybe your aunt likes rats and wants to live with them?"
"Auntie, now that you're a reporter, why are you doing laundry and cooking for others? Are you working as a nanny on the side?"
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