"What are you doing?" Chen Jingjing secretly kicked the flustered Liu Yiming. Liu Yiming quickly took a deep breath and composed himself. After Dongfang Hao and Su Xuan had been drinking for a while, Dongfang Hao suddenly turned to Yang Xinxin and poured her a glass of ’82 Lafite. Yang Xinxin stared at the expensive red wine swirling in her glass, completely bewildered. Why does he want to drink with me? "I heard from my brother-in-law that if it weren’t for you giving up your seat, my wife wouldn’t have been able to get into Brother Su’s car. For that, I, Dongfang Hao, owe you a favor!" "Yes! Since we’re all here, I won’t keep it a secret any longer." "I am the husband of the pregnant woman that Brother Su saved!" "Dongfang Hao, the owner of the Grand Emperor Hotel!" Dongfang Hao boldly revealed his identity and raised his glass to Yang Xinxin. "That... that’s what I should have done. Anyone would have done the same." Still in shock, Yang Xinxin reached out and picked up her wine glass. She noticed that when they clinked glasses, Dongfang Hao also lowered the rim of his glass significantly. Ah! I accidentally helped a big shot! And now I’m being respected by him! This feels amazing! It’s so much more satisfying than showing off a luxury handbag! Yang Xinxin tipped her head back and drained the glass in one go. No one noticed her secretly wiping her eyes as she set the glass down. She then took a long, deep look at Su Xuan. She knew in her heart that she was only basking in his glow. Otherwise, why would a big boss like Dongfang Hao even pay attention to her? She had a true epiphany! Real prestige, real glory, isn’t something you get by trying to show off. It’s... it’s about being like Su Xuan! Being low-key! Not flaunting, not being arrogant! That’s how you flex without even trying, letting others’ admiration do the talking for you. Now *that* is flexing on a higher level—the kind that makes people genuinely convinced and even worship you! When Yang Xinxin noticed everyone looking at her, her face instantly turned red. "Everyone, enjoy your drinks!" Dongfang Hao announced. "Don’t worry about tonight’s bill. It’s on the house!" He waved his hand magnanimously, said a quick, "Sorry for the intrusion," to Su Xuan, and then left the private room. Waiving the bill for one meal is nothing. It’s just a few hundred thousand yuan at most, and the cost price is even lower. That’s nothing compared to Su Xuan saving two lives in my family! I’ll have to find another opportunity to thank him properly. If Su Xuan ever needs my help, I’ll risk my life for him! "Oh, my, Boss Dongfang is too generous! I already said this meal was on me!" Hearing that the bill was covered, Liu Yiming perked up immediately and shouted toward the door. So that’s why Dongfang Hao was so polite to Su Xuan! It turns out he saved Dongfang Hao’s wife and child! What incredible luck! If it were him... He might not have stopped on the highway to help someone. What if it got his BMW dirty? Unless, of course, he knew beforehand that the pregnant woman was Dongfang Hao’s wife... "Hahaha, let’s keep drinking and get to the main event. Let’s talk about the donations for Teacher Wang!" Fearing everyone would start brown-nosing Su Xuan again, Liu Yiming quickly changed the subject. Then he said solemnly, "Teacher Wang has been retired for many years. He’s just living on his pension, so things are tough for him." "Now he has cancer—liver cancer, which is very difficult to treat! We were all his students, so please, everyone, what you can afford!" "I’ll start. Jing Jing and I will each fifty thousand, for a total of one hundred thousand!" With that, Liu Yiming glanced around the room. He thought the amount he d was quite generous! Besides Su Xuan and the quiet Zhao Ankang, probably no one would more than him! "I’ll also one hundred thousand," Yang Xinxin raised her hand, pledging the full amount by herself. As a woman, her donation was double the personal contribution of Liu Yiming, a deputy director at a major company. She didn’t think she was showing off. She was just following Su Xuan’s example: helping people out of conscience. He was her teacher, after all. It felt like the right amount to give, and she could afford it. She then ignored everyone’s stares and modestly lowered her head again. "I’ve lost quite a bit in the stock market recently. I’ll ten thousand!" "I just had my second child, and work isn’t great. I’ll five thousand!" "I’ll eight thousand!" "Six thousand from me!" One by one, the other classmates announced their donations. Soon, only Su Xuan and Zhao Ankang were left. "Brother Su, may I say a few words?" Zhao Ankang asked as he unexpectedly stood up. He poured himself a glass of wine and looked at Su Xuan. "Everyone, to be honest, I want to toast Brother Su as well!" "A few years ago, my family went bankrupt. I’m not that rich kid anymore. Both my parents are suffering from chronic illnesses, essentially bedridden and waiting to die. Because I was poor, my fiancée even left me." "It was Brother Su! Brother Su saved me! He’s the owner of Lycar, and he hired me as a sales manager, giving me my life back!" "Brother Su, this is for you!" Zhao Ankang extended his glass toward Su Xuan. Su Xuan also stood up, clinking glasses with a loud CLANG, and then whispered, "Work hard. As long as you do well, any high-level position at Lycar is yours for the picking, and you can name your salary. I call the shots there." Zhao Ankang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and with bloodshot eyes, he tilted his head back and drained his glass. Then, Zhao Ankang announced his donation: a modest sum of ten thousand. The classmates no longer cared how much Zhao Ankang d. They were too shocked to speak, stunned by the revelation that Su Xuan was also the owner of Lycar. Su Xuan had delivered too many shocks tonight. They came one after another, too fast to process. And Su Xuan hadn’t flaunted a single one of them himself; they were all revealed by others. So low-key, yet so incredible! "Su Xuan, how much will you ?" Liu Yiming fixed his gaze on Su Xuan. All the classmates fixed their gazes on him as well. Everyone expected Su Xuan to an astonishing amount. Su Xuan glanced at everyone present and said, "One yuan." "You’re only donating one yuan?!" "Haha, Su Xuan, you must be joking, right?" The classmates, along with Yang Xinxin and Zhao Ankang, were all stunned. They couldn’t believe Su Xuan would only one yuan. "That’s right. Just one yuan," Su Xuan confirmed. "Su Xuan, you’ve gone too far!" Liu Yiming slammed his hands on the table and shot to his feet. Finally! An opportunity to humiliate him! He’d been holding it in for so long! "Su Xuan, have you forgotten what happened back then?" Liu Yiming barked, his voice echoing in the private room. "You were sick, and Teacher Wang carried you to the infirmary under the scorching sun! His wife even cooked and brought you meals! How can you only one yuan to him? Where’s your conscience? Did a dog eat it?" Su Xuan pursed his lips and held up his phone, showing the screen to Liu Yiming. "I have a balance of one billion. Donating one hundred million... is that too little?" Liu Yiming glanced at the long string of zeros on the phone screen... and his head spun. He gripped the edge of the table to keep himself from sliding under it. So it wasn’t one yuan... it was one hundred million yuan! Ah, that’s different then. Haha! Su Xuan, you really have a sense of humor, always teasing people! You devil! But is he really donating a whole hundred million to Teacher Wang? Teacher Wang will be rich overnight! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "This one hundred million isn’t all for Teacher Wang," Su Xuan continued. "After setting aside money for his medical treatment and a pension, the rest will be d to our old school. There are many students there from poor families who can’t afford proper meals or study materials. They need the help more." "A hundred million yuan isn’t that much." Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with awe. They rose to their feet and began to applaud once more. This time, the applause was more thunderous and enthusiastic than ever, echoing for a long, long time. Just then, Su Xuan’s phone rang.