My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 184: 184: Indeed, Someone is Picking a Quarrel

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“Is it her?”

“Is she the one from the internet who blew the whistle on Rong Weiwei’s scandal as a mistress gaining favor?”

“I think her name was Rong Yan?”

“Rong Yan? Could that name mean she’s Rong Weiwei’s actual sister?”

“No, the online expose claims one of them was adopted. I’m still not clear who’s the adopted one and who’s the biological child…”

“Do we even need to guess? Looking at the Rong Family’s attitude, Rong Weiwei must be their biological daughter! Otherwise, why would the Rong Family keep investing money in TV dramas that Rong Weiwei’s in? Do they have money to burn?”

Whispers filled the surroundings, and the journalists looked at Rong Yan with a burning gaze as though they wished they could strip her bare with X-rays. The host was all too pleased with the scene—it at least proved the press conference was sufficiently heated!

He coughed into the microphone, drawing everyone’s attention his way, then said cheerily, “All right, all of our trainees have come up now. Friends from the media present here, who has a question? Feel free to ask anyone you’d like-

Instantly, a female reporter shot up her hand. Not waiting for the host to pick her, she stood up forcefully, grabbed a microphone, and began, “I’d like to ask Miss Rong Yan.”

Her tone was rather unfriendly. Just as the host was about to stop her, “Dear reporter friend, please wait for a bit. Raise your hand to ask a question after I say ‘start,’ okay?”

This female reporter was notorious in the media circles, infamous for digging up dirt on celebrities. Many celebrities had blacklisted her from attending their events. How did she manage to slip in today?

The female reporter didn’t pay him any mind, instead instructed her photographer to focus the camera on Rong Yan and continued, “Miss Rong, from ‘live-gate’ to ‘video-gate,’ this all seems too coincidental. Are these true coincidences or part of a pre-arranged script?”

A trace of amusement flickered in Rong Yan’s eyes. She knew HuanYu and Rong Weiwei wouldn’t miss any chance to whitewash themselves, and here it was!

She picked up the microphone beside her and retorted the aggressive reporter in front of hundreds of media outlets, “I don’t understand what you mean. By ‘script,’ do you refer to me taking a script to HuanYu’s deputy general to have him admit his current girlfriend ascended from mistress, or to me bringing a script for him to secretly kiss a model behind his girlfriend’s back? Which scenario are you referring to?”

The female reporter had initially hoped to catch Rong Yan off-guard with her imposing attitude on Rong Yan’s first big public event. To her surprise, Rong Yan was more poised than she had anticipated and even had the clarity to counter-question her.

She arched an eyebrow and swiftly threw out her second question, “OK. Let’s put the previous question aside for now. What I’m more curious about is, why didn’t Miss Rong inform her own sister as soon as she got hold of that video? Instead, she made it public for the whole internet to see, plunging her sister into a storm of public opinion. Don’t you think that was too much, too cold and heartless of you, Miss Rong?”

Rong Yan looked at her and chuckled, “Me, excessive? Cold and heartless? Rong Weiwei’s skin must be thicker than a city wall by now, right? To even come up with such a nauseating method of making herself look better.”

“I explained this issue before releasing the video—I originally didn’t want to make the video public, but the other party insisted on claiming that I blackmailed them with personal photos of Rong Weiwei’s private life. To prove my innocence, I had no choice but to release the video..”