Tang Yanyan is a poverty-stricken student that I sponsored.

I started learning business management at the age of ten, got involved in various company operations at the age of fifteen, and established my own foundation at the age of sixteen to provide targeted assistance to those in need.

I still remember the first time Tang Yanyan was brought to me. She was wearing patched clothes, with wax-yellow skin and dry hair. Despite being the same age as me, she looked like a withered flower.

I felt sympathy for her and kept her in the city. I even handled her transfer procedures so she could study in a prestigious high school.

But as soon as she arrived, I sensed that something was off.

She often made excuses about not having clothes to wear and would enter my dressing room to try on clothes and accessories.

She even looked down on the apartment arranged for her, and with envy on her face, said to me, "I really want to live in a big house like Siyi sister."

She came from the mountainous region to the city.

Her first thought wasn't to study hard and break free from a limited life.

I thought she was just temporarily captivated by the city.

Until one day, the housekeeper told me that she had sold the luxury branded bag I gave her on a second-hand platform and bought a full-priced branded bag at a boutique.

She even complained to me, saying, "With so much money, a little bit is enough to feed me for a lifetime, yet you still demand excellent grades. Rich people are really stingy."

Initially, I didn't believe it.

But on the day she reported to school, she had light makeup on, wore a delicate hairpin bought from a luxury store, and arrived at the school in my exclusive car, drawing attention to herself.

At first, I thought she was just a girl who loved beauty.

Only now do I understand that her goal was never to overcome her fate on her own, but to plan on becoming a winner in life by relying on men.

Of course, if she can truly be friends with Song Ling, I should be happy, because over the years, Song Ling has kept his emotions tightly concealed.

He never easily reveals his feelings to anyone.

If he suddenly smiles at you, it's likely that you have become the target he wants to torment.

So, that's why I pushed her.

Hoping to save her.

Tang Yanyan faced one setback after another, and she was extremely unwilling. She covered her face and pretended to be wronged, saying, "Siyi sister, why did you push me?"

I spread my hands and said, "Sorry, it was an accident, not intentional."

Just as I finished speaking, there was a loud explosion that almost echoed throughout the entire teaching building.

"You did it on purpose. You even look down on me. You despise me because I come from a rural area," she said, using double standards to confuse me.

"You are so open-minded towards my boyfriend, but you always put me on the line. I can't help but suspect that you have some evil intentions."

This statement clearly made her calm down completely, and she didn't dare to continue the argument.

After all, if I became unhappy, she might just pack up and leave.

"I'm sorry, I was just impulsive," she said.

I was about to say something when her hand suddenly dropped.

I turned my head and saw Song Ling looking down, and his expression was strained: "I'm thirsty," he said, as if afraid that I would dislike him.

I immediately felt a softness in my heart.

"Shall we go to the convenience store to buy water?"

Only then did he smile and say pleasingly, "I'm afraid you'll get thirsty."

What an idiot.

I didn't expect that with his hand like that, his first thought would be to worry about me being thirsty.

Because, for many years, my feelings towards Song Ling have been very complicated.

He has done many crazy things, especially because of me.

Although I know he cares about me, his methods are still hard to understand.