"This batch of names are students from impoverished families who can't afford tuition due to household crises. This group consists of bereaved elderly who lost their only child. And these are families who lost their primary breadwinner."
The secretary passed the documents over one by one, explaining as she went.
Though working remotely with the CEO absent, the sharp-suited secretary remained utterly focused.
"All these groups are approved. Have their situations been verified?"
Su Qingshan barely glanced at the lists. They were meticulously detailed—basic info of recipients paired with precise causes of hardship.
"Fully verified. All facts are confirmed."
Outside the study, Gujiajia paused mid-sweep of the hallway.
*What people? Why categorized in batches? What is the Dark Dragon planning?*
"Approved. Present the detailed plan."
Su Qingshan stared at the secretary’s screen, awaiting the report.
Gujiajia pressed her ear against the door, straining to listen.
"Since many recipients can’t easily access funds, the first aid batch will be direct supplies. Most on the list are students and women with children. Next week, we’ll coordinate with communities and schools to issue bank cards for unified cash transfers."
The secretary answered swiftly—this was routine—and summarized the supply inventory.
"What about medical care?"
Many recipients were elderly. Seniors rarely visited hospitals despite chronic ailments.
The secretary instantly flushed with shame.
*How could a top-tier secretary overlook such basics?!*
"Understood. I’ll contact hospitals immediately to arrange free medical services. I’ll draft a detailed report covering specific treatments and medication coverage after negotiations." Her face burned with embarrassment.
"Good. Research hospital specialties carefully. Specialized facilities suit our recipients better than general hospitals."
Most beneficiaries were elderly, children, or women. The secretary’s admiration for the young CEO deepened.
*Who but a truly compassionate person would care about such tiny details? Most ‘charitable’ donors only think of throwing money!*
The secretary cut the call, mortified.
Su Qingshan removed her earpiece and closed her eyes.
Outside, Gujiajia jolted.
*Medical care? Human experiments?!*
A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of ghastly lab procedures.
*Absolutely not!*
She had to stop the Dark Dragon. Such atrocities must never happen!
But how?
Gujiajia entered the study with a dust cloth, wiping shelves absently. Trembling yet resolute for humanity’s sake, she finally faced the girl resting in the leather chair.
"D-don’t target ordinary people. If you... need test subjects, use me instead!"
Fear made her voice shake, but as a cultivator, she owed this to the innocent.
Su Qingshan heard but refused to engage. Exhausted from meetings, she let the older woman’s wild fantasies run their course.
No reaction. Gujiajia misinterpreted the silence.
*She’s still determined?!*
To crush this dangerous obsession, Gujiajia steeled herself.
Biting her lip, she approached and knelt beside the chair.
Her soft hands glided over Su Qingshan’s pale legs, massaging upward inch by inch.
Su Qingshan finally opened her eyes.
Gujiajia intensified the pressure, her loose collar gaping wider with her kneeling posture. A downward glance would reveal everything except the "red fruit" beneath.
Su Qingshan picked up a textbook beside her.
Even as a listed-company CEO and city-level entrepreneur, she still had homework.
*Such a tragic reality for a straight-A student.*
Still ignored? Gujiajia pressed on, undeterred.
Her hands slid to Su Qingshan’s thighs, then up her waist.
Like a serpent, she rose and pressed her warm body against the girl’s side, settling onto the armrest. Fingers traced Su Qingshan’s spine before gripping her slender shoulders. Leaning heavily against her, Gujiajia’s full chest pressed against the girl’s arm with every kneading motion.
The insistent warmth forced Su Qingshan to lower her textbook.
"If you truly insist on human experiments... I volunteer as the subject. Spare the others." Gujiajia’s voice trembled but held firm.
Su Qingshan sighed. "I’m just helping people."
"No human experiments with hospitals?"
"Partnering with hospitals to provide free care for impoverished elderly and women."
"Then why ‘batches’? And ‘plans’...?"
"Plans to deliver supplies and funds to this batch of recipients."
Gujiajia’s beautiful eyes widened.
*Was it really like this?*
She’d misunderstood the girl? Doubt still flickered in her gaze.
Pressed so close, their shared warmth seeped through clothing. Su Qingshan saw the suspicion clearly.
"As someone who spends millions yearly on charity, do you think I’d lie about something this trivial?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously. She yanked open a drawer—stacks of charity certificates spilled out. The top one displayed a hefty donation amount and an official seal.
*She helped quietly. Otherwise, her wall would be plastered with "Goodwill Ambassador" awards.*
Under that sharp gaze, Gujiajia bowed her head, deeply ashamed.
She’d wronged a true philanthropist.
"I’m sorry!" Her apology was earnest.
"Older sister," Su Qingshan’s dangerous glint remained, "doubting your master demands punishment."
The memory of last time’s penalty—those clothes, those humiliating poses, the photos—made Gujiajia tremble like a leaf.
