Chapter 940: Si Fuqing: Kneel (3)

[She has become a public figure, and whether she stays low-key or high-profile, she is criticized. How old is she? Not even twenty. On what grounds do you demand that she bear burdens she shouldn’t have to? You keyboard warriors have no right or qualification to criticize her!]

Beneath this, several images were attached.

There were pictures of Si Fuqing lying in bed, records of her continuous donations through the charity fund she co-founded with RM.

There were surveillance footage showing her alongside rescue team members, braving heavy rain and imminent earthquakes to rescue people trapped in the mall and subway.

In the torrential rain, the girl stood tall and unyielding, like an invincible mountain.

There were also images of her sacrificing her own safety to give others a chance at survival, getting buried underground in the process.

She wasn’t a deity, yet she achieved what even deities couldn’t.

She wasn’t boastful and never publicized her deeds, instead letting her actions speak for her.

A mortal’s body stood shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

These images left not only the Mousses but also ordinary netizens deeply moved.

[Tears, just tears!]

[Oh my God, look at all those bandages. How severe were her injuries? My heart aches for her.]

[I’m crying so hard, my tears won’t stop. She’s just a child, yet she understands so much…]

[Right, you have no right to judge her! Is being a celebrity a sin? No, it’s just that keyboard warriors want an outlet for their anger online. If she were an athlete or a researcher, would they still be this vicious?]

At this moment, even the rival fans of Si Fuqing were at a loss for words.

They were just fans of her rivals, not irrational haters or keyboard warriors.

Such a hero deserved their respect.

These rival fans didn’t hurl insults like the haters and keyboard warriors; they merely questioned why Si Fuqing hadn’t donated.

Once the truth was revealed, they all went to her Weibo to apologize and express their remorse.

Yet, some haters and keyboard warriors remained relentless, accusing Si Fuqing of putting on a show.

They refused to believe she would go to such lengths for a stunt. They thought she just dressed herself up to garner sympathy and retain her fanbase.

Sang Yanqing couldn’t care less about what the haters and keyboard warriors said; she simply recorded their IDs and handed them over to Xingting Law Firm.

She immediately called Si Fuqing.

This time, Si Fuqing answered the phone, her voice still a bit hoarse but as lazily relaxed as always, “Hey, Sister Sang, miss me?”

“You scared me to death!” Sang Yanqing was still trembling, “Why did you rush to the front lines without a word? Alright, I won’t say more. I’m just glad you’re okay. Take good care of yourself.”

“Oh, I’m fine, healthy as ever,” Si Fuqing chuckled lazily, “I’ll hop on Weibo to reassure everyone.”

Sang Yanqing started, “Hey, you—”

Before she could finish her sentence, a notification sounded.

In the forum’s celebrity updates, it showed that Si Fuqing was online.

Sang Yanqing received a special alert from Weibo.

She clicked to see the update.

[@SiFuqingV: Kneel, I’m watching//@Don’tLikeSiFuqing: If she’s really on the front lines, I’ll kneel and apologize…]

That wasn’t the end of it.

Three seconds later, the official Thousand Army Alliance account retweeted her post.

[@ThousandArmyAllianceV: Don’t forget to call her daddy//@SiFuqingV: Kneel, right now//@Don’tLikeSiFuqing: If she’s really on the front lines…]