novelraw Chapter 938: Si Fuqing: Kneel (1)
Chapter 938: Si Fuqing: Kneel (1)
Chapter 938: Si Fuqing: Kneel (1)
#SiFuqing,Cold-Hearted
#TopStar,FrontlineRescuer
These tags quickly trended on social media.
Marketing accounts began comparing the salaries of celebrities with those of rescue team members.
This comparison caused an uproar.
[It’s really disappointing. I should have known she isn’t Sui Yan; she’s just a star who needs to make money.]
[Si Fuqing always talks about money. She’s quite mercenary. Disaster reveals true character.]
[Sui Yan gave me too many filters. From now on, I’ll only follow the characters, not the real person.]
Fans of Si Fuqing were puzzled, not understanding how these negative hashtags surfaced.
[Are they crazy? She isn’t someone who seeks attention. Just because she donates, she must announce it?]
[How do you know she’s not on the front lines? If she is, you keyboard warriors will have to kneel and apologize!]
[Have you forgotten who saved all the fishermen and the crew when the South State sea tornado struck? Even fish have better memory than you!]
[As a bystander, I’ve never seen Si Fuqing wear clothes worth over a hundred yuan, except during award shows and promotions. You say she’s money-minded? I don’t believe it.]
“Sister Sang, let’s donate first,” the assistant agent suggested, checking online comments. “The public opinion is really bad for Teacher Si.”
“We need money to donate.” Sang Yanqing sighed. “The studio’s recent payment from ‘The Birth of an Employee’ has already gone to the charity foundation. We don’t have a penny left. We can’t pretend to donate; that would make things worse.”
Being mocked and insulted online was secondary; she was more worried about Si Fuqing’s safety.
The storm and earthquake in Shancheng had killed over three hundred people, with many still missing. What if...
Sang Yanqing couldn’t bear to think further.
She was pacing in anxiety. “We can’t reach Mr. Yu either. Could something have really happened?”
“Sister Sang, let’s release the charity foundation’s proof,” the assistant suggested, frowning. “Otherwise, who knows what worse things they’ll say.”
“Those are trolls and keyboard warriors. Who in their right mind would harp on this?” Sang Yanqing sneered. “Once we release the foundation’s proof, they’ll call it a publicity stunt.”
She slammed the table. “Sue them directly! Find out who’s behind this. We need to be Qingqing’s solid support when we can’t reach her.”
**
By noon, Si Fuqing’s fever had finally subsided.
This was good news for everyone.
The residents she saved relaxed and cried tears of joy.
With the help of Zero and T18, the signal station was repaired, and the network in Shan City was restored. The city, ravaged by disaster, began its rebuilding efforts.
The negative hashtags about Si Fuqing were declining. Normal people remembered her brave rescue during the sea tornado and didn’t criticize her for not donating. Instead, they were concerned and contacted her studio to check if something had happened to her.