The host was stunned. "This... this is thergest donation we''ve ever received from a university schr since the establishment of our charity foundation. Mr. White, on behalf of the impoverished students, I want to thank you!"


    He grabbed my hand and shook it so vigorously that anyone could see the excitement he felt.


    I smiled. "I donated this money to make a point to Ryan and everyone here. Donations can be big or small. After all, it''s the intention that matters. Rewardingrger donations is just to encourage participation, not to start apetition."


    I continued, "This donation is made on behalf of everyone here, not just me."


    Hearing this, the people below, especially those who had mocked me earlier, immediately became embarrassed. Others began apuding.


    It was clear that they agreed with what I said.


    Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at Ryan, hitting him square in the chest. The crowd erupted in angry shouts.


    "Get off the stage, trash! You didn''t donate anything, so why are you up here causing trouble?"


    "Who cares if you''re a trust fund kid? If you are, why don''t you donate something? You''re acting like a big shot, but didn''t even give a dime!"


    "Get off the stage! You''re not worthy to stand next to Mr. White!"


    Soon, more things were thrown at Ryan. His face turned bright red with


    embarrassment as he covered his head and hurried off the stage. Lina shot me an irritated look before quickly following him.


    I shook my head, feeling a little helpless. They brought this on themselves.


    On the way back, Felicia remained silent.


    I asked with concern, "What''s wrong, Felicia? Did I scare you by pulling you up on stage so suddenly?"


    "No, no," she replied quickly. "Being brought on stage for such a meaningful event was an honor. Why would I be scared? I just didn''t expect you to actually be wealthy."


    "Ah."


    So that was her concern.


    I smiled casually. "Felicia, do you know why I hide my identity?"


    Felicia shook her head gently.


    "It''s because I really hate beingbeled as a ''trust fund kid''. I know many of theforts in my life are thanks to my father. I''ve benefited greatly from his care and support. I am a trust fund kid—there''s no escaping that."


    I led her to sit under a willow tree by theke. For the first time, I felt like opening up about my feelings.


    I continued, "I want my friends to like me for who I am-for being William. I want my girlfriend to want to marry me because she''s drawn to me as a person, not because of the ''trust fund kid''bel. Do you understand?"


    Felicia nodded earnestly. "I understand, William. I like you because you''re you. I liked you even before I knew you were a trust fund kid. So don''t worry. Even if you weren''t, my feelings wouldn''t change."


    This turned into a confession.


    I blushed, staring at theke in silence.


    Then, out of nowhere, Felicia leaned in and gently kissed my cheek.


    I froze, then turned to look at her.


    Under the moonlight, her expression was soft and enchanting. Her dark eyes glowed with affection as she gazed at me, full of emotion. I couldn''t resist― without thinking, I leaned in closer to her.