228: Chapter 219: Yan Bu’er Wants to Donate 228: Chapter 219: Yan Bu’er Wants to Donate “Xiao Ruo, why are you crying?” At the doorway, an old man dressed in white clothes who was practicing Tai Chi hurried over.
“Sob sob…” Li Ruo cried even more violently and threw herself into the man’s arms, sobbing, “Dad, Ye Chen, that bastard, bullied !”
“What, he bullied you?!” The old man was startled and quickly asked, “Why would that be?
He didn’t do anything beastly, did he?”
“No!” Li Ruo shook her head, dried her tears, and said, “I confessed to him, and he actually didn’t accept .
I feel so heartbroken, so pained!”
“Uh…” Li Tianya was taken aback and imdiately laughed and said, “So, it’s just this matter?
I thought Xiao Ye would do sothing like that, that would have been really disappointing.
But why would he reject you?
Based on what you usually tell , he should like you a lot!”
“Yes, he likes , but he still rejected !” Li Ruo sniffled.
“Tell the whole story!” Li Tianya asked curiously.
After Li Ruo recounted the events, Li Tianya imdiately burst into laughter.
He laughed and said, “Little Ye didn’t really reject you; he just said he didn’t know.
Maybe he just thought such good news ca too suddenly and needed so ti to calm down.”
“Is that so?” Li Ruo asked curiously.
“Of course it is!” Li Tianya laughed and said, “Tomorrow go find him, ask him to co out.
I refuse to believe that my excellent daughter couldn’t find a good and ideal man.
Seriously!”
“Hmph, I don’t need to look for him.
If he likes , then he should co find , otherwise I will not care about him!” Li Ruo huffed and then walked into the villa with her Louis Vuitton bag.
On the other side of the villa, a chubby figure appeared in the shadows; adjusting his black-frad glasses, a vicious glint in his eyes.
This person was none other than Li Tianya’s son, Li Cheng, who had gone missing for many years and was recently found.
Li Cheng loathed his old man to the bone.
He gritted his teeth and said, “Old thing, sooner or later, you will die by my hand.
But before you die, I have to ensure my little sister dies first, otherwise how can I inherit your fortune?!”
After muttering to himself, Li Cheng once again disappeared into the darkness.
After listening to her father’s analysis, Li Ruo felt a smug satisfaction in her heart.
It seed Ye Chen didn’t reject her; he was just too excited at the mont to express his feelings.
It was also her own fault for being too impulsive, imdiately assuming rejection when Ye Chen said he didn’t know.
From childhood to adulthood, everyone had always been submissive to her.
Even in school, whether teachers or classmates, no one would contradict her wishes.
Teachers liked students with good grades and classmates were very fond of Li Ruo’s looks.
Therefore, no one would deliberately make things difficult for Li Ruo.
This slight setback had imdiately beco unbearable for her.
When it ca to love, Li Ruo was always a vulnerable child.
In her career, however, she was a strong titan.
Ye Chen took a taxi from the bar and hurried back to Xin Hai Apartnt.
It had been several hours since he left, and it was already half-past ten in the evening.
He had no idea how Momo was doing.
Whether she had gone to sleep or was reviewing her lessons.
When he arrived at Xin Hai Apartnt, he saw that the lights were still on in the room.
As he opened the door, Liu Momo was hunched over a book at the living room table.
Liu Momo was wearing a set of cartoon pajamas, and with no heating or air conditioning in the living room, the small girl was rubbing her hands together to ward off the cold.
The desk lamp cast a soft glow on Liu Momo’s figure, making her look exceptionally frail.
Seeing her like this tugged at Ye Chen’s heartstrings; he quickly closed the door and went in.
“Brother Chen, you’re back?” Liu Momo stood up from the chair, surprised, but just after taking a step, she nearly stumbled.
The weather was too cold, and sitting for a long ti caused poor circulation in her legs, so she lost sensation in her feet montarily.
Fortunately, Ye Chen caught her in ti.
Ye Chen said with concern, “Silly girl, don’t you have air conditioning in your room?
Why not study there?”
“I wanted to wait here for Brother Chen to co back!” Liu Momo shyly glanced at Ye Chen.
The two’s posture was rather suggestive; being held sideways by Ye Chen, her full chest was inadvertently exposed.
Wearing pajamas ant she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The pajama’s neckline was sowhat loose, and the naughty little bunnies had sneakily peeked out.
“I didn’t even know when I would be back!” Ye Chen glared at Liu Momo and said, “Now go to bed, it’s Saturday tomorrow, and you can sleep in!”
As he spoke, Ye Chen carried Liu Momo into her room, then placed her on the bed and tucked her in with the blanket.
Then he got up to turn on the heating air conditioning.
As he was about to leave, Liu Momo suddenly called out to him, “Brother Chen!”
“Hmm?” Ye Chen was startled.
“Why don’t…
why don’t you sleep with ?” Liu Momo’s face turned crimson red, she was so shy she almost wanted to bury her head in the blankets.
She looked up at Ye Chen and said, “The living room is too cold, there’s no heating.”
“It’s okay, I’m not afraid of the cold!” Ye Chen smiled, then advised, “Go to sleep soon, good night!”
“Brother Chen, good night!” Liu Momo nodded.
Since Ye Chen refused, she couldn’t force him.
Liu Momo smiled as she watched Ye Chen walk away, waved at him, then lay down, wrapping herself up with the comfortable bedding.
Liu Momo burrowed into the blankets, with the air conditioner blowing warm air, she soon fell asleep, and even had a sweet dream.
The next morning, an inspiring piece of news spread throughout Jianghuai City.
The president of the Great Developnt Group, Yan Bu’er, was planning to donate to the orphanage today, and this piece of news quickly made its way around the entire Jianghuai City.
Yan Bu’er was already dressed and ready to go, and journalists from the dia had started arriving one after another at the foot of the Great Developnt Group building.
Over ten dia outlets, including several mainstream newspapers, had reporters at the scene.
Yan Bu’er put on the appearance of a philanthropist.
He stood at the entrance of the Great Developnt Group building, flanked by more than a dozen core mbers of the company, which was really just a group of key mbers from the Fla Dragon Gang.
Yan Bu’er gestured with his finger to soone, and a man dressed in black imdiately approached, respectfully saying, “Big brother, what are your orders?”
“How did the thing I asked you to do yesterday turn out?” Yan Bu’er inquired.
“Don’t worry, big brother, the boys went out to work last night, and now I expect the whole city is abuzz.
Everyone knows that the president of the Great Developnt Group is donating to Fuxing Orphanage!” the little brother imdiately nodded in confirmation.
“That’s good, we can get going!” Yan Bu’er said with a faint smile.
Then several luxurious cars slowly drove in, including a brown Cayenne with a few n in black sitting inside, and in the middle was a custom rcedes.
A tall man in a suit about 1.9 ters tall jumped out from the passenger side, respectfully opened the door for Yan Bu’er, his right hand gently resting on the top of the door.
Yan Bu’er waved to the dia reporters and said with a smile, “Thanks for the trouble, everyone!”
“Mr.
Yan, no trouble at all!” the crowd imdiately responded with smiles.
Following this, the convoy slowly made its way toward Fuxing Orphanage.
Fuxing Orphanage had already made corresponding reception preparations.
A few of the orphanage’s “mothers” had decorated the area, hung silk banners on the dilapidated gates, and rolled out a red carpet from the main gate leading to the inside of the orphanage.
The worn-down orphanage building was also draped with colorful flags, and even a banner was hung: Thankful for Mr.
Yan of the Great Developnt Group for his donation to our institution!
“Lingzi’s mother, it cost so much money to decorate and even hire a chef to co and cook here, why go to all this trouble?” a new staff mber at the orphanage asked curiously: “They are making a donation, so why waste all this wrongful money on this?
It would be much better to use this money to improve the children’s accommodations and als!”
“Ah, do you think I want this?” Lingzi’s mother said helplessly: “This was told to by a staff mber from the Great Developnt group yesterday.
He said there would be a lot of dia today, and asked to decorate the scene, not to let our Jianghuai City orphanage look bad.”
“Humph, these guys just love to make a show!” the new staff mber said with a cold laugh.
At that mont, a child from the orphanage ran in and shouted, “Director mom, they’re here, they’re here!”
“They’ve arrived, let’s get ready!” Lingzi’s mother imdiately stood up.
At that ti, over a hundred orphans stood on both sides of the red carpet, each holding a bouquet of flowers, a bunch of balloons, lining up to welco the guests.
Then, the cars slowly pulled up to the entrance, the children clapping enthusiastically, their applause eager, while Lingzi’s mother stood at the gate, looking sowhat constrained.
After all, those who were arriving were big figures from Jianghuai City.
Like the minister from the publicity departnt, as well as Great Developnt’s Mr.
Yan, reporters from over a dozen TV stations, and several mainstream newspapers, all jostling to get in.
The originally spacious playground beca extrely crowded.
“Mr.
Yan, welco, welco!” Lingzi’s mother, dressed in brand-new clothing, of course, for her the clothes were very new, but in comparison to others, such clothes were simply hand--downs.
Yan Bu’er smiled, touched Lingzi’s mother’s hand just briefly before letting go, nodded, and said with a smile, “Too kind, too kind!”
“Minister Lin, Mr.
Yan, please co inside!” Lingzi’s mother hurriedly said respectfully.
Very soon, everyone went inside, and the dia reporters sward in, capturing every mont they could.
This ti they were to thoroughly publicize the positive image of the governnt and Yan Bu’er.
The dia reporters even had big headlines in mind: The Governnt and Entrepreneurs Join Hands to Boost Social Welfare.
The children applauded in the cold wind, their noses running from the freeze, and so of the younger ones had tears streaming down their faces from the cold.
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