Chapter 227 - A Good Show (II) (1/2)

The guests were watching the kind and filial princess at the platform with admiring eyes. They were pleasantly listening to this heartwarming scene.

”Until... I visited the country of Haiti.” Xiong Wuyue's tone suddenly turned sad here.

”Oh. I've watched news regarding that as well. When you became the Model of the Year, there were news you visited a certain town in Haiti. If I'm not wrong, your team should have given quite a donation there right?” the host timely asked, following up with the dialogue written in the script. But he delivered it so expertly that no one seemed to notice this act.

Xiong Wuyue nodded, her eyes solemnly glistened while reminiscing.

”We went to a rural town. The daily lives of the people living in that town was... really difficult. They do not have a proper water supply system, so there's no clear drinking water available to them. The food they served for their meals depends on the crops they could harvest. If there was drought, there's no food on the table. We could not even live for one day there. That was when I woke up, that the life I've been living like a princess... was something that I should be really grateful for.” These heartwarming words made quite a lot of the audience, whether the guests in the hall or the people watching the live stream, fall into a more solemn mood as well.

The Model of the Year was right. Everything they have right now was something one should be thankful for.

Song Xuantin inched nearer to Xiong Zhi again.

”Is this really a birthday party? Why do I feel like it's an interview show after doing a charity mission in some rural town?”

Xiong Zhi glanced at Song Xuantin.

”You're not moved at all with all her 'saintly' deeds?”

Song Xuantin found Xiong Zhi's question funny.

”My parents do this every year. But not because they want to, but they have to, like what many other famous artists do to preserve their image. Ahem, but it's different for me, I volunteered,” Song Xuantin smirked, boasting her own 'saintly' deeds.

Xiong Zhi moved her face a bit farther from the other.

”You still lost against me who donated nineteen billion.” If there was a talk of who did 'more' helping, then no doubt Xiong Zhi would win.

The two who heard her: ”...”

William Grand heard of the news wherein the Young Miss of the Xiong family became the major donator in this year's IAmFashinosta event. It was newsworthy enough to shock the world, so of course he heard some discussions about it.

The play in front was not done yet.

Xiong Wuyue silently looked at the guests. Seeing that she caught their empathy and sympathy, she felt that day of suffering when she had to make a trip in that disgusting town and take a picture with those nauseating children was worth it. As the Model of the Year, she needed to do some merits to further stabilize her title. Every time she remembered that nightmare of being surrounded by smelly people made her want to gag. But now she was thankful for that great sacrifice she had made that day.

The 'saintly' princess continued to exude her holy light.

”So, if the heavens would grant me a wish, then I would rather he grant the wishes of those people who are in need. If it's boundless water, let it be. If it's abundant food, so be it. If it's good health for the weak, let it be that way. If it's for the peace of each family and between countries, why not? I hope that one wish could fulfill everyone's wishes,” Xiong Wuyue's soft voice and warm answer seemed to move the audience's hearts.

Xiong De proudly smiled at her daughter, then he peeked at William expectantly.

William who was being looked at with such obvious hope: ”...”

'Did he really expect me to feel moved and say some heartfelt words?'

”Your daughter... is quite a magnanimous lady,” William still said it. He was not stingy with words, so he generously gave out his praises.

Xiong De's smile grew wider. ”Thank you for the praise. My daughter has always been like that since young.”

Xiong Zhi who heard those incomparably shameless words: ”....”

”So, your cousin is a bit...'like that'...since young?” Song Xuantin softly whispered to Xiong Zhi so only she could hear, her hand pointing a finger at her head. She had this expression of 'omg, you have this kind of cousin?' on her face, as if the 'like that' phrase from Xiong De meant 'mentally retarded'.

Xiong Zhi thought it was an insult to all the people with mental retardation illness around the globe.

”We will not get along well,” Song Xuantin certainly declared.

Xiong Zhi usually did not really care for Song Xuantin's mumblings since most of the time, it was nonsense. But she was curious this time.

”What do you mean?”

Song Xuantin leaned back to her position. ”You know, acting like a saint. I'm a very straightforward person. That's why even though you have this paralysis face illness sometimes, which at least had improved, I still chose you to be my friend.”

”Pfft.” Xiong Gaiyu who sat beside Song Xuantin inadvertently laughed at hearing her words. She somehow understood who Song Xuantin was talking about. The 'Fake Saintess' and 'Paralysis Illness', these two perfectly described her two cousins.

Xiong Zhi did not comment any longer. She was right to ignore her mumblings all along, as they were all full of nonsense.