Being neighbors with the Zheng family, a confrontation was only a matter of time.

Since Yu Xifeng had come, she was mentally prepared. She nodded at Zheng Chengfan, as a form of greeting.

Zheng Chengfan’s expression grew even darker.

He had been on countless blind dates—some with wealthy, well-matched ladies, others with gentle, modest girls.

But this was the first time he had been so publicly humiliated.

He recalled the scene where Yu Xifeng had grabbed his finger and pressed it to the ground, begging for mercy. His face went pale and then flushed.

Fearing Yu Xifeng’s previously displayed ruthlessness, he said little and turned to leave.

He didn’t dare to confront her head-on. But to let Zheng Chengfan just ignore the matter? Impossible.

He wanted this ungrateful woman to pay a price—to kneel on the ground, crying and begging him to be with her!

Today was the Zheng family’s home turf. Zheng Chengfan observed the setup for a while, then beckoned someone over. He whispered something into the person’s ear.

Thanks to their agricultural and sideline products factory, the Zheng family had just harvested a bumper crop before the disaster and purchased a large batch of farm produce.

Riding on this, nearly everyone welcomed the Zheng family with smiles.

The Zheng family had quickly risen, entering the upper class that they had never dared to imagine before.

People wanting to get close to the Zheng family were like fish crossing a river.

Zheng Chengfan saw Yu Xifeng eating by the food cart, dressed plainly, and assumed she was just another freeloading hanger-on.

He was smug in his heart—she had walked away from the blind date without looking back. Now, her guts probably ached with regret.

Zheng Chengfan flirtatiously hooked his arm around his female companion’s waist and squeezed it hard.

Those who wanted to be his companions now could line up all the way to the underground shelter entrance.

Yu Xifeng finished her milk tea but didn’t go for anything else.

She stood quietly on the edge of the crowd, watching the passersby.

“Zheng Chengfan is rising fast in logistics.”

“That’s because he has a good father. Have you heard? Zheng Weiyang is running for survivor representative committee.”

“Most likely. Whoever has food now is the boss. You can’t compare, can’t compare.”

…

Yu Xifeng noticed a waiter lingering around her.

She didn’t make a fuss—just wanted to see what the waiter was up to.

After a while, the waiter came straight at her carrying a basin of water.

Judging by the way he held it, the water was meant to be dumped on her face.

Zheng Chengfan was watching with a cruel smile.

Yu Xifeng’s expression turned cold.

As the water was about to be thrown, Yu Xifeng stepped back, lightly hooking her toe.

The waiter slipped and fell forward, head plunging into the basin. Steam rose, emitting the scent of meat. The waiter let out a horrible scream.

It was boiling hot water!

Yu Xifeng quickly turned to look at Zheng Chengfan, killing intent rising in her heart.

The screams were piercing. Zheng Chengfan’s female companion was terrified, stepping back several paces, her skirt catching on the table and getting all messy.

The commotion didn’t stop there.

Zheng Weiyang noticed the trouble and hurried over. “What’s going on?”

His son wanted to speak but hesitated.

Zheng Weiyang had the waiter carried away, ordered the scene cleaned up, apologized to everyone, and handed out small gift packs on the spot.

The incident was labeled an accident and dropped.

Yu Xifeng watched coldly. The gift was a small cream cake.

The Zheng family was really generous.

After dinner, Zheng Weiyang took the stage and gave a speech about unity and overcoming difficulties together, urging everyone to donate their surplus grain to help survivors still suffering.

It was actually a charity banquet.

Apparently, this was not disclosed to the invited guests beforehand, many showing surprised and uneasy expressions.

New waiters handed out name cards for people to write their donation amounts.

Another person pushed a box through the crowd.

Zheng Weiyang led by example, promising to donate five thousand jin of grain.

Compared to most survivors, those attending had some savings. Some people turned green with envy at Zheng Chengfan’s trickery.

But on the surface, everyone was a respectable person.

Zheng Weiyang was currently running for the representative committee with strong momentum.

Many pinched their noses and wrote down respectable numbers.

Yu Xifeng thought for a moment and wrote down: three jin of sweet potatoes.

Roughly the cost of the dinner tonight.

No one should take advantage of another.

The gift packs were compensation and didn’t count; she hadn’t settled accounts with Zheng Chengfan yet.

As for whether Zheng Weiyang wanted to exchange the donations for something or if he was genuinely noble, that was his business.

Why should she donate grain to Zheng Weiyang? She gave the grain but credited the name to him.

Who did Zheng Weiyang think he was?

She wasn’t a sucker.

“Miss, the refugees outside are still waiting for your help. The more you donate, maybe one more person can survive the disaster.”

The waiter approached Yu Xi’s side, but instead of taking her card, he raised his voice to attract the attention of those around.

Yu Xifeng did not feel embarrassed as he expected. She said earnestly and sincerely, “This is all I have.”

The waiter almost lost his composure, stood there a moment longer, and seeing she ignored him, bowed and left.

Yu Xifeng’s low donation eased others’ pressure.

Many only added two or three jin more than her.

What should have been a good gathering turned into a lousy charity banquet. She shouldn’t have come if she had known.

Most people’s thoughts were simple: as long as they weren’t the lowest donor, they were fine.

Zheng Weiyang soon received the totals from each area.

The area Yu Xifeng was in was noticeably low. A slight frown appeared on Zheng Weiyang’s forehead. “What’s going on?”

Someone explained the incident at the table to him.

Zheng Weiyang cursed the fool.

He paid the waiters a commission based on donations.

The waiter’s enthusiasm was unsurprising.

But people who didn’t want to be led like sheep should have been handled quietly, not exposed publicly.

People follow the crowd. If they know others are donating more, even if unwilling, they would open their wallets.

Now everyone knew some donated little and refused to compromise.

The more others gave, the more they felt they lost out.

He hadn’t expected the troublemaker to be Yu Xifeng.

Yu Xifeng looked so young, so beautiful.

She was supposed to be compassionate and kind-hearted.

In truth, the waiter thought she was young and naive, easy to manipulate, and wanted to intimidate her.

But his plan backfired.