"Su Xuan, you’re not going alone!" Lu Dachun watched Su Xuan’s eager and impatient expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He had just been worried that Su Xuan would be reluctant to go to the disaster area, but he never expected him to be so proactive. "You’re going too?" Su Xuan asked. "Of course I am. There’s a whole truckload of parcels. You think you can handle it all by yourself?" As he spoke, Lu Dachun got into the truck and took the driver’s seat. "Su Xuan, you have to get Reporter Su to give me a few more shots! Whether I get a promotion and a raise depends on this!" Driven by his own selfish motives, Lu Dachun drove the truck away from the delivery station. Zhutou Gou was an impoverished mountain village located over a hundred kilometers west of the city, deep in the mountains. It was home to fewer than two hundred households. Su Xuan had set out in the morning, but it wasn’t until after noon that he finally arrived. The journey had taken more than six hours. It took so long because the mountain roads were incredibly difficult to travel. Many sections had been washed out by the rain, making the entire trip a rough, bumpy ordeal. By the time they arrived, several other relief units were already there. "Please get your work passes here!" Two young volunteers stood at the village entrance. After verifying Su Xuan and Lu Dachun’s identities, they issued them work passes and directed them to drive to a threshing ground on a hillside. The ground was on higher terrain, relatively open and clear. "Su Xuan, this village is completely destroyed," Lu Dachun said, standing on the threshing ground and looking down at the village nestled in a mountain gorge. He clicked his tongue in dismay. The village looked as if a flood had torn through it. Houses were toppled and leaning at odd angles amidst the wreckage. Pigs and dogs ran about, squealing and barking, as if they too understood their homes had been ruined. Villagers rummaged through what was left of their nearly collapsed houses, searching for anything salvageable. Children stood outside, crying. "Let’s unload," Su Xuan said after a brief glance at the village, turning back toward the truck. He began unloading the relief supplies onto the threshing ground, one item at a time. They weren’t alone; many other relief trucks were also being unloaded. The atmosphere was heavy, and everyone wore a solemn expression. "Su Xuan, I knew you would come." Just as Su Xuan was working, a small hand reached over, took a package from him, and helped stack it on the threshing ground. It was the beautiful reporter, Su Zimo. "You’ve been really impressive this time," Su Zimo said as she helped. "Look over there, Lycar is here, and over there, Kangnai has come as well!" Su Xuan nodded. He had already seen the people from Lycar and Kangnai but hadn’t gone over to greet them, not wanting to slow down their relief efforts. "Su Xuan, if we’re talking about who made the biggest contribution here, it’s you." Su Zimo discreetly waved at the cameraman standing nearby. "You brought three different organizations with you to this disaster zone. I’d really like to do a special feature on you for that!" In truth, Su Zimo didn’t even need to signal him; the cameraman already had his lens focused on Su Xuan. Su Xuan shook his head. "You should focus your interviews on others, like the other relief workers. Don’t let their efforts go unnoticed. And especially the villagers who have suffered through this disaster. Try to get them more public attention so they can receive more support to rebuild their homes quickly." He suddenly grinned at Su Zimo and teased, "And don’t keep focusing on me just because I’m handsome." Su Zimo couldn’t help but chuckle, but she and the cameraman didn’t leave. Her television station wasn’t the only one here, and she was afraid that if she left, another station would immediately zero in on Su Xuan. As for the other stories he mentioned, she could film those later. There was no rush. "Mr. Su, have some water." "Mr. Su, here’s some heat-relief oral solution. Please have a bottle!" Despite Su Xuan trying to keep a low profile, the staff from Lycar and Kangnai had spotted him, and some came over to offer him drinks. Su Xuan accepted their kind gesture but urged them to focus on the relief work. Seizing the opportunity, Lu Dachun hoisted a large package, stepped in front of the camera, and struck a pose. Just then, a luxury Ford F150 pickup truck, worth nearly a million yuan, pulled up to the threshing ground. "Young Master Xiang, Reporter Su Zimo really is here! She’s right over there!" The driver pointed at Su Zimo before he had even properly parked. "You should go find her. I can unload the supplies myself!" No, I can’t be too aggressive. I have to be subtle. I want Su Zimo to notice me by chance, to see me silently working on disaster relief. That way, she can’t help but develop favorable feelings for me! Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 The young man, dressed in an expensive Louis Vuitton tracksuit, squinted his eyes as he looked at Su Zimo. His name was Guo Yuxiang, and he was the son of the president of the China Lawyers Association. Using his father’s connections, he had secured a position as a business director at the association. Last month, he had gone abroad for a business training program to add to his prestige and had only just returned to the country yesterday. He had come to participate in the relief efforts for one reason: Su Zimo. He had been her classmate in college and had admired her for a long time, but she always kept him at arm’s length. He planned to use this rare opportunity to make a good impression and finally win her heart. He instructed his driver to park at the edge of the threshing ground and began unloading the supplies himself, refusing any help. He huffed and puffed as he moved the goods from the pickup truck. Soon, his luxury vehicle and peculiar behavior attracted the attention of many people, which left him feeling quite satisfied. His satisfaction quickly turned to dismay, however. He realized Su Zimo hadn’t glanced his way at all; instead, she was fixated on a handsome-looking courier, even helping him stack goods! This made him very uncomfortable. "Young Master Xiang, don’t tell me Reporter Su has taken a liking to that courier?" his driver whispered. "What nonsense are you spouting?!" Guo Yuxiang glared at the driver. Zi Mo must have found a valuable story. That’s why she’s sticking with that courier. Just wait. I refuse to believe she won’t notice me eventually! But in the end, even after he had unloaded the entire truckload, Su Zimo still hadn’t looked in his direction, as if she were completely unaware of his presence. She even took out a tissue and helped that courier wipe away his sweat! The driver whispered, "Young Master Xiang, stop being so low-key. If you keep this up, Reporter Su might end up giving that courier a back massage..." Panting, Guo Yuxiang fiercely wiped the sweat from his face. "Fine! Time to go big. Bring out the loudspeaker!" The driver retrieved a large megaphone from the truck and switched it on. "Hello, victims of the disaster! I, Guo Yuxiang, representing the China Lawyers Association, am here to support you! Disasters may be merciless, but people have heart! Let’s face this calamity and overcome it together! Let’s go!" The megaphone was clearly powerful. The sound blasted across the threshing ground, making everyone’s eardrums buzz as it echoed through the air. Only then did Su Zimo look up. Following the sound, she muttered to herself in surprise, "Why is Guo Yuxiang here? What kind of trouble is he stirring up?!"