After moving in together, I was pampered by the big boss.

Sun Yiting knew that she was just curious and didn't mean anything by it.

He frankly stated, "Our area is indeed quite poor, and the villagers' education level is not high. Many of the older generation didn't even finish primary school when they were young. Now, most of them make a living by farming, relying on the weather. Only in recent years have some people started to go out to work."

"We can afford to eat. But if there are many children in the family who are in school, then the situation will be more difficult. We need to be more frugal in our daily lives and save wherever we can. There are many like my uncle who haven't bought new clothes for two or three years."

"And then there are the younger children. If they are the eldest in the family, it's okay, but if they are the second or third child, they will basically wear their older siblings' hand-me-downs until they graduate from junior high school."

"However, the people in my hometown are very simple and kind-hearted, and they are very united when things happen. When I was admitted to university and received my admission notice, many villagers took the initiative to come to our house with money, wanting to help me raise tuition fees."

"However, I refused the loan after I learned that the school offered interest-free loans. After all, they are also having a hard time, and I try to rely on myself as much as possible."

After hearing her words, Song Chuxia couldn't help but sigh, "You must have had a really tough time these past few years."

"How can you say it's not easy for me?" Sun Yiting smiled and said optimistically, "I only need to focus on my studies every day and do some housework. I don't have to worry about anything else."

“My uncle and aunt are the ones who have it really tough. They save every penny they have to support three students.”

Ye Ning and the others realized something was wrong, because Sun Yiting was referring to her as "uncle" and "aunt," not "father" and "mother."

So the girl in front of you who looks so positive, optimistic and hardworking may have had a harder life than they can imagine over the past eighteen years.

After listening, Han Qinfei remained silent for a while, then suddenly turned to Sun Yiting and asked, "I'd like to donate clothes to your area every three months. Do you think that's feasible?"

“Because of my work, I have to get rid of some clothes every month. I used to select a few pieces to give away to my fans in a raffle, and donate the rest. I don’t really know if the clothes I donated actually reached the people who really needed them. I don’t know how to check.”

"It doesn't matter where you donate them, as long as you're here, I can know where these clothes are going and make sure they've really reached the people who need them."

"There are some colors and styles that might not be suitable for donation. I need to select them and accumulate a sufficient quantity over time, and they're all women's clothing. Given the situation where you are, do you think they would need these clothes?"

"Yes!" Sun Yiting stood up excitedly. "The quality of your clothes is actually much better than what's sold in our town, and the styles are even nicer. All the girls in our village who are in high school will definitely love them."

“But Feifei, are you really going to donate these clothes to our village? If you sell them, you could make a good living every month.”

"Of course it's true," Han Qinfei said, quite pleased to hear that someone needed it.

"I'm too lazy to sell them, it's too much trouble. I have to take pictures of each one and post them online, and I also have to do customer service. If customers ask, I have to explain the details of the clothes to them."

"Customers sometimes haggle, and then you have to handle after-sales service. It's too much trouble. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

“But now that you mention it, I have another idea,” Han Qinfei stood up, walked over and took Sun Yiting’s hand, “I think we don’t need to pick anything out. We can donate everything I don’t need to you.”

"If someone gets the clothes and feels they don't fit, they can sell them at a low price to someone who does. Then, with the money from selling the clothes, they can add a little more and buy a new one that fits them. This will also reduce the chances of those clothes being disposed of as garbage."

“Yes, yes, that’s a good idea,” Sun Yiting nodded in agreement. “However, you don’t need to worry about those clothes that don’t fit them being thrown away. That would never happen where we’re from.”

"Because they can simply take those clothes apart, then piece together several pieces of fabric and sew them into new clothes. They can also make clothes for children and the elderly."

"Well, that's a good idea. Let's do it this way then." Han Qinfei glanced around. "You'll all have to help me pack my clothes; I can't manage by myself."

Ye Ning and Song Chuxia gave each other an OK sign, "No problem."

They chatted in the dormitory for a while longer, and soon it was time for the class meeting that the counselor had notified them to start.

The four of them tidied themselves up a bit, then went downstairs together to the designated classroom.

After dropping Song Chuxia off at school, Chu Ze drove to the Tang family's house.

Today is the third day since Tang Yu was beaten. Thanks to the special medicine, the bruises on his body have almost faded. However, the waves of pain all over his body are getting more and more intense.

It's estimated that it will take another day and night before it gradually subsides. These past two days have been very difficult for him; he can only rest in bed, and the veins on his neck haven't gone down at all, causing him to sweat profusely from the pain.

When Butler Zhao saw Chu Ze approaching, he immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, fearing that Chu Ze was still angry and might beat Tang Yu up again.

"Young Master Chu, our second young master is still lying in bed. He's been in so much pain these past two nights that he hasn't been able to sleep."

Chu Ze knew what he was afraid of, and gave a faint "hmm." He went straight to Tang Yu's bedroom.

Butler Zhao didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't dare to stop him. He could only pace anxiously back and forth downstairs.

When Chu Ze arrived at the door, he knocked twice symbolically and walked straight in without waiting for permission from the person inside.

When Tang Yu saw it was him, he was so startled he almost sat up straight in bed. The movement immediately caused several large beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.

Tang Yu gasped, looking utterly livid, and asked, "You're still angry?!"

"Hmm!" Chu Ze didn't explain. He opened the silver needle pouch he had brought and spread it out on the bedside table. He deliberately put on a stern face to scare him. "Take off your clothes."

Seeing that he wasn't joking, Tang Yu took a deep breath, took off his clothes, closed his eyes, and adopted a look of grim determination. "Come on!"

Chu Ze began to administer the acupuncture with focused concentration.

Tang Yu initially felt a tingling, numb, and swollen pain, but soon found that the pain in his body was gradually disappearing.

"You're... going to help me with the treatment? You're not angry anymore?"