Chapter 89: Doing Good Deeds Without Leaving a Name

“Yes, things are moving so quickly—it’s obvious this was all planned in advance.”
“How come no one else thought of it, only he did? So she’s the only good person here?”
“I bet Su Wannning just wants to pocket a kickback, pretending to do a good deed. I’ve seen plenty of celebrities like her!”
“Can you guys open your eyes for once? Just now, Su Wannning was the only one who didn’t mock that child, okay? She was also the one who asked the director to invite the volunteer teacher.”
The barrage of comments was chaotic, yet it didn’t disturb the harmony on site.

Tian Boyu was the first to stand by Su Wannning’s side.
“I agree, it’s a great idea. It can promote local industry and provide benefits for the children and teachers. It’s a win-win!”
After speaking, Tian Boyu turned, his puppy-dog eyes shining as he gazed at Su Wannning. “Sister Su, you’re simply brilliant!”
Caught off guard by his enthusiasm, Su Wannning stepped back awkwardly. “Don’t, please—I didn’t do anything special. Don’t praise me!”
“Sister Su is allergic to compliments.”
“Ha! When others scold her, she’s never even bothered.”
After a round of laughter, the day’s outdoor activities came to an end. Everyone returned to their yurts. Su Wannning, scrolling through her phone, idly checked the day’s happenings and unintentionally discovered that her Weibo was teeming with arguments.

It all started with her suggestion to sell beef and mutton. A large portion of fans had jumped to conspiracy theories, believing this was a scheme orchestrated by Su Wannning and the director for personal gain, not for the benefit of the village at all.

On the other side were Su Wannning’s fans and bystanders.
“Do you really think a celebrity cares about this little bit of money?”
“Just wait, I bet they won’t dare publish a donation breakdown.”
“Classic scam—only fools fall for it.”

Su Wannning scrolled down. She’d long become immune to insults since arriving here—after all, other people’s criticism wouldn’t cost her a piece of meat. She was never the type to trouble herself over such things.

But as she kept scrolling, Su Wannning noticed something. In her comments section, a very familiar user ID was earnestly replying under every message criticizing her. She scrolled for a long while and still didn’t reach the end.

The user’s ID was “Anonymous Good Deeds,” a hardcore fan from her livestreams whose name she recognized immediately.

Seeing this fan tirelessly defending her despite the flood of abuse, Su Wannning was genuinely moved. She clicked into the user’s profile.

The first thing she saw was a crowdfunding link.
“Please help me—this is my daughter, diagnosed with leukemia. We’ve sold our car and house, and her father doesn’t want to continue her treatment. But she’s my child—I can’t abandon her. Please, lend a hand. Thank you!”

Su Wannning frowned and tapped the link. The first image was of a pale little girl lying in a hospital bed, yet still struggling to pose for the camera. Below were hospital records and verified documents.

Su Wannning bundled all the information and sent it to Vincent, instructing him to investigate.

Early the next morning, Vincent replied, “I’ve looked into it. The story checks out—his daughter really does have leukemia and is currently in the children’s hospital. They already owe a huge amount in medical bills. The user looked familiar to me, too—she’s one of your fans, isn’t she?”

Su Wannning immediately made a call. “She is—a fan I noticed in the comments. What’s her situation now?”

Vincent sighed on the other end. “Not great. Her daughter’s condition keeps worsening, and if they don’t operate soon, it’ll be dangerous. But she can’t afford the surgery. I remember this woman. When you first sold grapes, she bought five orders. She’s made many purchases since, but recently she contacted our customer service saying she was in financial trouble and returned all the unopened items.”

Su Wannning let out a sigh. “We have to find a way to help her.”

Vincent was silent for a few seconds, then asked curiously, “You seem different lately. You never used to be this kind-hearted.”

“Is it a crime to have a change of heart?” Su Wannning retorted.

“Of course not, but my dear ancestor, do you even have money? Didn’t you pour all your savings into ‘See You Often’?”

Once again, Su Wannning sighed deeply.

Vincent was right—she was penniless now, needing Qin Jingchen’s support just to open a new store. Where would she find the money to help someone else?

At that moment, her palm vibrated lightly. Su Wannning glanced at her phone—a bank notification.

Qin Jingchen had transferred the money!

A moment ago, her face was clouded with worry, but now it lit up with delight. “I’ve got the money! Find me an account—I’ll donate the surgery fee to her anonymously!”

“Huh? Anonymously?”

“Good deeds, no names attached. That’s what my fan taught me! Hurry, don’t delay the child’s treatment.”

After hanging up, Su Wannning’s fingers flew across the screen as she replied to Qin Jingchen.

“Received! Thank you, boss! May good fortune follow you always. Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda!”

Satisfied, Su Wannning hit send and put her phone away.

On the other side, Qin Jingchen frowned at his screen upon receiving her reply.

Moments later, his assistant was summoned into the office. Seeing the boss’s serious expression, the assistant worried some major contract had gone awry.

“Mr. Qin, is something wrong?”

Qin Jingchen, frowning, handed over his phone. “What does this mean?”

The assistant read the message, first puzzled, then awkward.

Why would the boss ask him to interpret this cutesy message from the lady of the house? He was just a humble assistant—how could he possibly know?

“Um… Maybe she took the money to save someone’s life?”

Qin Jingchen shook his head. “She’s using it to open a store.”

“Well…” The assistant racked his brains, then his eyes suddenly lit up. “Maybe that store is her lifeline!”

The more Qin Jingchen thought about it, the more sense it made. Enlightened, he quietly increased his investment.

Meanwhile, Su Wannning, oblivious to her phone’s vibrations, was leading the children in a game of “Carrot Squat.”

“The rules are simple: everyone picks a name. When your name is called, you have to respond accordingly, or you’re out.”

Daxi was the first to raise his hand. “I’ll be Carrot!”

Mingming said, “Me, me—I’m White Carrot!”

“Haha, Mingming really does look like a plump white radish.”

Yangyang chimed in, “I’ll be Sunshine Carrot, then.”