Zheng Qiu glanced at Jiang Cheng, then continued helplessly, "While I'm here, I chase them off at once, but as you can see, the school wall isn't very high. These people vault over easily. I've got kids of my own; I can't stay on campus every single day."
"One night I happened to go home for a holiday. I drank too much that evening and didn't come back. A village thug sneaked in while I was away. That same night, Teacher Yang dropped by to chat with Teacher Huang; they talked late, and Teacher Yang fell asleep first."
"Huang saw her asleep on her own bed, so she went next door to sleep in Yang's room. The hooligan slipped in, planning to assault Yang, but the moment he saw the spots on Huang's face he got such a fright that when Huang screamed he bolted in panic. After that, Yang left; only Huang remained. Huang escaped harm thanks to her face."
Zheng Qiu sighed again. "After Yang left, those men didn't come back, but a few older bachelors still wander by. Even if Huang is plain, they jump at any chance to tease her. The village is scattered, and many people's manners are poor; public order really is bad."
After hearing the whole story, Jiang Cheng's face turned dark.
He spoke coldly, "This is a serious problem. If someone travels all this way to teach and this happens, it's heart-breaking. Tomorrow I'll send people to build a proper outer wall, and we'll hire a few guards and matrons. I'll have the CMB branch manager arrange it—he'll find reliable people."
Seeing how thorough Jiang Cheng was, Zheng Qiu almost refused.
After all, their wages would be an expense.
But thinking of Huang alone, he swallowed the refusal and said, "Teacher Huang is a child of misfortune. Her father died when she was small; her mother was a volunteer teacher. After twenty-plus years of teaching, her mother collapsed at a rural school just before retirement. Now Huang is the only one left—practically an orphan."
"Without parental support, her grades were still excellent. She entered a top university in the capital with flying colors and worked even harder through college, excelling in both conduct and studies."
"She paid her way with part-time jobs, scholarships, and grants, and graduated smoothly."
"With her record and character, she could have had a brilliant future elsewhere, yet she chose to stay here for these children."
"The kids are deeply grateful. When I head home I take her along so she can stay at my place. Good girls like her are rare these days; she deserves real protection."
Jiang Cheng had never imagined Huang Yuqi carried such a past.
From their brief contact she'd seemed a bright, cheerful girl.
Yet her background was so tragic.
Being a stand-up guy, he suddenly felt a sense of mission.
He couldn't help it—his heart was soft; he hated seeing a pretty girl treated like this. A kind girl like her deserved to be pulled into a hug and spoiled rotten.
Huang Yuqi, in the faculty building, had no inkling of Jiang Cheng's thoughts; she had just finished marking the homework.
She stretched, then took out her phone and looked at the candid shots she'd sneaked of Jiang Cheng.
After a moment she opened her Social Media Platform and uploaded those photos.
With the caption: "The children of Changyi Hope Primary School wore thick down jackets for the first time; this winter they'll no longer freeze. They're all deeply grateful to this poverty-relief benefactor—feel the world with your heart, change the world with your actions."
Huang Yuqi loved sharing her Hope Primary School days on Social Media Platform.
After all, no one there knew her.
When she'd decided to come teach, every relative opposed, but she ignored them and came alone to do charity.
On the platform she could focus on sharing everything about life in the mountains.
Yesterday she'd also posted about the two truckloads of supplies Jiang Cheng donated, and the comments were all thumbs-up.
She shared these moments not for herself but to draw more netizens' attention to these poor children.
Although her posts rarely trended, occasionally kind strangers contacted her and mailed old clothes and books for the kids.
That alone was a blessing for the children.
After posting, she closed the app and headed back to the classroom to teach.
What she didn't know was that this post's likes were about to explode.
Her previous updates had never topped a few dozen likes, but within minutes this one had hundreds.
The reason, of course, was Jiang Cheng's face.
Ever since his photo with Wang Congcong leaked, Jiang Cheng had become the new national husband.
The moment Huang Yuqi's post went up, sharp-eyed netizens recognized Jiang Cheng.
No one expected a Second-generation rich guy like him to do charity at a Hope Primary School.
Comments under Huang Yuqi's post quickly reached several hundred.
"Isn't that my hubby? My hubby's so kind-hearted."
"OMG, hubby just bought a house and now he's doing charity—so awesome!"
"Publicity stunt? Bet a video drops in a few days and he becomes an Internet Celebrity."
"He didn't promote himself, and the blogger's account isn't new—she's been posting about this school for two years. Look, only a hundred-plus followers. Stunt my foot!"
"I was bashing him online a few days ago, saying he's just flashing his parents' money. Well, I take it back—nothing to criticize now."
"Doing charity so low-key?? That's my hubby for you~"
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