After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 145: Do you know how to write the character for death?

Shen Fanyun sat serenely beside Su Xiyang, one leg crossed casually over the other. One look at his smug expression and Su Xiyang knew he was hatching some kind of plan.

"This is a charity event, not a place for your nonsense," Liao Wei said with annoyance. He had initially planned to target Su Xiyang because of Su Ke, and seeing her sitting so close to Shen Fanyun, he figured they were likely in cahoots.

At that moment, an assistant approached and whispered to Liao Wei that Shen Fanyun indeed possessed a cashier’s check for ten million. Moreover, someone on-site had already verified that the check was genuine, not a forgery. Due to time constraints, the assistant didn’t have a chance to explain the earlier conflict with Zhang Lifeng and Gu Feng in detail, so he simply conveyed the most important points to Liao Wei. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Liao Wei’s eyes immediately lit up with greed. "Excellent! Thank you to this gentleman for his willingness to donate a ten-million cashier’s check. On behalf of the suffering masses, allow me to express my gratitude. Your ten million will help countless people. It is truly a deed of immeasurable merit."

Liao Wei once again led the applause, his words fervent as he praised Shen Fanyun to the skies. His aim, of course, was the ten-million cashier’s check. This is no small sum. Once it’s in the public account, I can live it up again for a while.

Lately, the Charity Association’s income had dwindled, and he had been racking his brain for ways to stimulate the public into donating a bit more of their salaries. Unexpectedly, a sucker had just appeared out of nowhere. Ten million. For some, it might not be a lot, but it was still an astronomical figure.

"When did I say I would donate?" Shen Fanyun asked, browsing public opinions about the Charity Association on his phone. It’s stirred up quite a few controversies over the past three years? He read that as the chairman of the Association, Liao Wei had incredible connections. Not only did he manage to dodge trouble every time, but he also firmly refused to disclose donation amounts or where the charitable funds were actually going.

"A scam?" Shen Fanyun asked Su Xiyang.

Su Xiyang nodded. "The rumors have been going around for a while. Because they don’t disclose the details, the amount of money coming in has decreased over the past three years. That’s why this guy is desperate to get your ten-million cashier’s check. Oh, and just recently, Liao Wei was spotted taking a group of female staff from the Association on a hiking trip, staying in upscale hotels, and eating extravagant seafood feasts that cost thousands, if not tens of thousands."

Su Xiyang’s point was clear. People were questioning if Liao Wei’s so-called Charity Association was actually putting donations to good use or if the funds were simply being squandered on his personal luxury and extravagance. Even if they did provide some assistance, it was merely window dressing—just enough to deflect outside criticism and controversy.

Shen Fanyun continued to scroll through his phone. He found a staggering piece of news about a severely ill child suffering from acute malnutrition who needed urgent help. Liao Wei had launched a fundraiser that collected a total of two million, but the child ultimately didn’t survive. The hospital discharge summary showed the child had only received 110,000 in donations. As for the rest? Liao Wei had claimed the remaining nearly two million were for "service fees" and operational costs, such as venue and labor, all deducted according to a set ratio.

Shen Fanyun was utterly dumbfounded. How can such a shameless person continue to get away with this? And after such a huge scandal, this conscienceless bastard is still living a life of luxury and debauchery without a care in the world?

"I can donate ten million." Shen Fanyun rose to his feet and strolled to the center of the stage.

Liao Wei’s eyes lit up, staring intently at the cashier’s check in Shen Fanyun’s hand. This was a solid ten million in cash, not some supplies with an absurdly inflated value.

"This gentleman is exceptionally generous. On behalf of those who need help, I thank you once again," Liao Wei said with a practiced smile. He was an expert at public pleasantries.

"Mm," Shen Fanyun nodded slightly. He stepped up to Liao Wei, his tone shifting. "However, I want to see the allocation details. If there’s nothing wrong with them, I can add a donation of one hundred million."

A hundred million? The words sent an uproar through the crowd. Who on earth was this person, treating money like it was nothing, throwing around tens of millions, even a hundred million?

"Of course, no problem at all!" Liao Wei exclaimed. Hearing the figure of one hundred million, he was so thrilled that he completely missed Shen Fanyun’s condition.

"Alright then. Let me see the ledgers," Shen Fanyun continued.

The request finally registered in Liao Wei’s mind: Shen Fanyun wanted to see the allocation details. His face froze. Not wanting to displease this wealthy sponsor, Liao Wei managed a polite tone. "Sir, that information is confidential. Our consistent principle is not to disclose it to the public. I am very sorry!"

Shen Fanyun feigned confusion. "According to charity regulations, both donation and allocation records must be promptly disclosed for public supervision. Are you an exception? Can you disregard national regulations and refuse to disclose them?"

Liao Wei fell silent. He hadn’t expected to run into someone who knew the ropes.

"My answer is the same: no disclosure," Liao Wei said, his attitude hardening. He clasped his hands behind his back, his posture full of arrogance.

Shen Fanyun nodded. "I happen to know some leaders in the supervisory department. Perhaps I should invite them over to discuss whether the decision to disclose is yours alone to make."

"What do you mean? Are you trying to cause trouble?" Liao Wei sensed that Shen Fanyun was up to no good. Is he determined to clash with me, the chairman of the Charity Association?

Shen Fanyun pulled out his phone, found the news report he had just read, and showed the high-definition interview video to Liao Wei, whose name was clearly tagged.

Liao Wei’s face drained of color.

"From two million in donations, you dared to skim ninety-nine percent for ’service fees’ and ’operating costs’?" Shen Fanyun sneered. "You’re so devoid of humanity. Aren’t you afraid of losing sleep at night? Getting rich under the guise of charity? Do you have a death wish?"

Liao Wei’s expression darkened. "This is standard procedure! We handle everything strictly in accordance with the organization’s regulations. There is nothing wrong with it!" His brow furrowed deeply. Realizing where this was headed, he quickly shouted for security, "Get this man out of here!"

Shen Fanyun wasted no more words. His hand shot out in a swift chop aimed at Liao Wei’s neck.

Liao Wei, who weighed around 200 pounds, slammed to his knees. His body then bounced on the floor like a spring several times before he finally collapsed like a dead dog, wailing in agony.

"It will be difficult for you to leave here alive today," Shen Fanyun said with a faint smile as he lifted his foot and pressed it onto Liao Wei’s head.

The entire audience was dumbstruck. What was going on? Why had they suddenly started fighting?