Chapter 188: Charity Foundation
In that future, Yu Xin fell hopelessly in love with Wei Xiao.
She knew Wei Xiao was Yu Yuan’s fiancé, so she carefully hid her feelings and had no intention of telling anyone.
But somehow, the secret was still exposed.
The Yu family scolded her for being shameless—how could she, of all people, dare to covet Yu Yuan’s fiancé?
Yu Xin had no idea how it was discovered. She had been so cautious.
Once the news spread through their social circle, her situation only worsened.
She was driven out of the Yu family.
And at that moment, the one who secretly took her in… was Wei Xiao.
He comforted her and arranged a place for her to stay. With nowhere else to go, Yu Xin hesitated but eventually accepted—and became even more grateful to him, liking him even more.
Her dependence on Wei Xiao grew day by day.
And so did her misfortune.
She was secretly photographed, sent dead rats, had her pictures posted online, labeled as a “mistress” trying to steal her sister’s fiancé…
Her entire past was dug up. Countless people judged her, mocked her, and humiliated her without restraint.
Yu Xin had never faced such overwhelming malice before. Already suffering from her experiences in the Yu family, this pushed her over the edge—she developed severe depression.
During all this, Wei Xiao continued to treat her kindly—comforting her, taking her to see a psychologist. He became her only emotional support.
Until one day, after a therapy session, she realized she had left her hat in the doctor’s office. She went back to retrieve it, only to overhear the doctor on the phone with Wei Xiao outside the door.
That was when she learned the truth.
The one who exposed her secret crush was Wei Xiao.
Everything that drove her into depression—was also orchestrated by him.
Even the psychologist had been bribed and never truly treated her.
She couldn’t believe what she heard.
Still, she naively returned and asked Wei Xiao, hoping he would say it wasn’t true.
But Wei Xiao only smiled in mild surprise.
“So, you found out.”
At that moment, her only emotional support shattered completely.
That was exactly what Wei Xiao wanted.
He gave her hope, only to crush it—just to witness her ultimate despair, to watch someone fall irreversibly into hell, to personally destroy a life.
He found it enjoyable.
If anything, he regretted that she discovered the truth too early—he hadn’t even gotten to choose the perfect moment himself.
“But this works too,” he said. “Like an unexpected surprise.”
For Yu Xin, this wasn’t a surprise.
It was a death sentence.
Gu Qinghuan clenched her teeth.
“I thought Yan Zhengqing was already trash. Turns out there’s someone even worse.”
She tried to calm herself, but failed, and cursed fiercely:
“Why doesn’t he just die.”
She cherished everyone’s fate and wanted people to be happy.
But someone like Wei Xiao… in her view, it would be better if he simply didn’t exist.
The system remained silent.
If it could reveal the extreme-condition experiments, it might ease her anger.
Given Xia He’s personality—knowing everything there was just data—he would act however pleased him most.
For someone like Wei Xiao, he would show no mercy.
Every cut Wei Xiao had inflicted on others as a child, Xia He would return double.
Wei Xiao liked watching others despair—so Xia He made him hover on the brink of death again and again, forcing him to experience that despair firsthand.
And much more besides.
From the data, Xia He’s revenge had been thorough.
Gu Qinghuan cursed Wei Xiao and the entire Wei family thoroughly in her mind before finally calming down.
The system had told her enough.
Just then, Xia He sent her a compressed file.
“These are all the things Wei Xiao did abroad. Check it.”
“From what I can see, his methods have become more insidious. Compared to physical harm, he now prefers destroying people mentally.”
Gu Qinghuan downloaded the file and began reading.
As Xia He said, after going abroad, Wei Xiao stopped directly harming people physically. Physical violence only gave him temporary satisfaction and was troublesome to clean up.
So he shifted to more “subtle” methods.
Every girlfriend he had ever dated developed psychological issues after breaking up with him.
Two of them were still undergoing therapy.
After reading for the whole morning, Gu Qinghuan reached a conclusion:
If Wei Yan was scum who should never appear before Lin Yueji and Lin Zhulu again—
Then Wei Xiao would be better off never having been born at all.
She tapped her desk expressionlessly.
Her mission was to create possibilities, not directly interfere with others’ fates.
Even the previous incident where the Yan family collapsed—though she only nudged probabilities—had triggered a warning from the system.
Directly dealing with Wei Xiao was even more impossible.
More importantly, she knew—
The best way to protect someone wasn’t to keep them safe forever, but to give them the ability to face danger.
Yu Xin was the perfect example.
Xia He: “What do you plan to do?”
Gu Qinghuan: “Continue practicing Sanda with Yu Yuan.”
Xia He raised an eyebrow.
She wasn’t unaware that she could ask for his help.
Which meant she had thought it through—and still chose to face the danger.
Xia He: “Some dangers don’t need to be faced.”
Gu Qinghuan understood his meaning, but replied seriously:
“There’s still a reason to keep him around.”
After all, her true task target was Lin Zhulu—not Yu Yuan.
But Wei Xiao and Lin Zhulu hadn’t interacted at all yet. She had no idea how their fates would connect, making it impossible to act.
Since she had decided, Xia He didn’t question her judgment.
Xia He: “Alright. Anything else?”
Gu Qinghuan hesitated.
“Well… although they’re not directly related to us…”
Xia He: “I’ll arrange treatment for the girls Wei Xiao harmed.”
Gu Qinghuan let out a long breath.
“Thank you so much!”
Xia He: “No need to thank me. I was going to do it anyway.”
“Just like you once created another possibility for my fate, I also have the ability to create possibilities for others.”
“This is my choice. You don’t owe me anything. Besides, for the Xia family, this is nothing.”
Reading his reply, Gu Qinghuan felt much lighter.
“The future head of the Xia family is really amazing.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
After ending the chat, Xia He tossed his phone aside, leaned back, and instructed his secretary:
“Take thirty million from my personal dividends this quarter and set up a charity foundation.”
“Focus on helping people whose scars—caused by external factors—affect their daily lives or mental health. Facial scars, severe burns, and so on. Partner with capable hospitals domestically.”
“Also, have my venture capital firm invest in medical universities—research on scar treatment, whether drugs or surgical methods. Make it clear that results should prioritize patients supported by the foundation.”
Scar treatment had been advancing rapidly in recent years—money could accelerate it further.
Once results came out, with a strong early reputation, securing patent rights wouldn’t be a problem. Xia He had plenty of ways to recover the investment.
Those with fewer resources could seek help from the foundation.
The wealthy could go to Xia family hospitals for treatment or products.
Tax benefits could be gained through the foundation.
Either way, it was profitable.
As for the girls harmed by Wei Xiao—they could be invited as volunteers to try new treatments, dispersed to avoid drawing attention.
Xia He stretched lazily.
Back to work.
After all, he was the future head of the Xia family.
