Chapter 141 Ambiguity

Whenever Jiang Luo saw someone "scattering like birds and beasts," she would always wonder what that meant.

At that moment, as the chaotic and rapid footsteps faded into the distance, Jiang Luo suddenly thought, "This must be what they mean by 'scattering like birds and beasts.'"

She exchanged a glance with Shi Yan, their thin backs still pressed against the door, and they both let out a long sigh.

After only a few seconds, the two of them simultaneously rolled over, bent over, and pressed themselves against the door to eavesdrop on the sounds outside.

"Mr. He Ziyan, is your post today a statement in support of Jiang Luo?"

The questioner changed from Jiang Luo, who never left her room, to He Ziyan.

After all, they offered themselves up.

Standing in front of the sofa, He Ziyan, who had come to the door on his own initiative, faced the group of people in front of him with a blank expression.

They all had eager, gleaming eyes, like vicious dogs ready to pounce on their prey.

He Ziyan's brows twitched slightly as he tried his best to conceal the scrutiny in his eyes.

He prefers quiet and detests noisy and annoying scenes. If it were up to him, he would list out each of the entertainment reporters' faults one by one.

Breaking into private homes and disrupting the filming of the program crew, and so on.

Following one's heart means wanting to fight violence with violence, using the toughest means to drive them away.

But he couldn't just do as he pleased.

YB is a technology company that has established itself in the industry based on its strength. Its technological innovations and achievements are objective facts and cannot be fabricated by anyone who wants to smear it. Therefore, when he relies on his position as president of YB, he can naturally face the media with neither arrogance nor servility.

But the entertainment industry is different.

Sometimes, a single statement from the media, spread through their platforms and traversing a vast pool of online traffic, can attract tens of thousands of netizens to follow suit and hurl insults, even enough to determine whether an artist's future career will be smooth or not.

The thought of Jiang Luori facing these people alone in various situations made it difficult for He Ziyan to act as he pleased.

To soften his temper, he forced a polite, official smile and replied, "Yes."

"So you think it's Xu Jingyan's fans who are slandering Jiang Luo?"

Sharp questions followed one after another.

Everyone was waiting for He Ziyan to say that he truly believed Xu Jingyan's fans were trying to smear Jiang Luo.

Once he says it, no matter what he says to make amends afterward, it will be to no avail.

The media are already prepared to take things out of context and jump on the bandwagon for trending headlines.

Unfortunately, He Ziyan did not fall into the trap.

“The word ‘slander’ is too strong. I am not familiar with Xu Jingyan’s fan and cannot judge her motives. I was just expressing my trust in Luo Luo.”

He Ziyan didn't give anyone a chance to ask more questions, and without leaving any room for doubt, he continued, "Everyone here comes with a sense of social responsibility to restore the truth, and I greatly admire your spirit of seeking truth and your professional ethics. Therefore, if you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them, just consider it as borrowing everyone's strength to hold a press conference."

Upon hearing that reporters were waiting for him at the cabin, He Ziyan immediately made thorough preparations. He communicated with the public relations department, contacted Sister Lily, and arranged for his assistant to prepare for the relevant matters. However, when he arrived at the scene, he realized that he had not called Luo Luo beforehand.

The most important things were overlooked due to the chaotic busyness.

Especially after arriving at the cabin, she was surrounded by hordes of reporters, all of whom ignored everything else.

"Everyone, sit down and rest. There's no need to rush. I've already asked the company for leave and have reserved a whole day for you all." As he spoke, He Ziyan winked at his assistant.

The assistant immediately understood and, together with the staff, went to move chairs.

One reporter joked, "Does even a CEO need to ask for leave?"

He Ziyan replied, "The president also needs to eat."

A rustling sound was heard, and wooden chairs were brought out for the entertainment reporters to sit down.

During the break, the assistant received a phone call and went out for a while before returning. Several staff members followed behind her, all wearing matching vests with the word "sweet" printed in white. They were all carrying black and white canvas bags filled to the brim, and one could vaguely make out that they contained neatly stacked food containers.

Sweet is a famous dessert brand from Chunxing, specializing in serving high-end banquets.

Following them were several YB staff members dressed in suits, each carrying an exquisite gift box.

Those were gifts prepared for the journalists.

While a head-on confrontation may feel satisfying, a sweet-talking approach is far more effective.

"President He has also prepared tea and snacks and a small gift for everyone. Please don't be shy." The assistant guided the staff to distribute the gifts, and the Sweet staff set up a dessert table on the coffee table.

It is said that one is indebted to those who accept bribes, and one is obligated to eat their food. The entertainment reporters looked at each other, all showing expressions of embarrassment.

This gift is too good to pass up.

Moreover, He Ziyan flattered them, elevating their questions to the level of "social responsibility."

If we continue to argue and pursue sensational effects, even our newly formed conscience will feel guilty.

Next, they asked a few rather official questions, which sounded quite professional.

"How does Mr. He view this incident...?"

"Why does it sound like it's not so noisy outside?" Shi Yan asked from inside the bedroom.

In fact, only a few minutes had passed, but it seemed as if the world outside had undergone a complete transformation.

What method did He Ziyan use?

Jiang Luo's admiration for He Ziyan reached a new level.

He Ziyan's composure in the face of danger gave her a great sense of security.

"Huh? Luo Luo..." Shi Yan, who was eavesdropping intently, turned her head and realized that Jiang Luo, who was originally next to her, was nowhere to be seen.

From another corner of the room, Jiang Luo replied, "I'm here."

Shi Yan turned around and saw Jiang Luo sitting by the dressing table, holding a lipstick in her hand, applying makeup in front of the mirror.

Seeing this, Shi Yan couldn't help but complain, "You're really carefree! What time is it, and you're still putting on makeup?"

With lipstick on, her complexion improved considerably. Jiang Luo gazed at herself in the mirror, then stood up and looked at Shi Yan with a determined look in her eyes: "I'm going out."

With the makeup done, the innocence of her bare face was somewhat erased, replaced by a touch of refined sharpness.

Every step he took was taken with solemnity; in just a few steps, he displayed the demeanor of a great general.

“But…” Shi Yan hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Stopping in front of her, Jiang Luo raised a calm smile, "I can't let He Ziyan face this alone. This whole thing started because of me. I can't let him clean up my mess alone. Just because he likes me doesn't mean he can take advantage of his kindness to me without restraint."

She further explained, "I wear makeup because I want to look good on camera. I did nothing wrong; it's others trying to smear me. I need to face them with my best appearance."

If she were alone, she would never want to face it. There's nothing wrong with burying your head in the sand like an ostrich. But He Ziyan is outside, and she can't just stand by and do nothing.

Having said that, Shi Yan couldn't stop her any longer and stepped aside. "Good luck," she said.

Jiang Luo nodded slightly to her, then took the doorknob and turned it.

The corner of the door was slid open.

The gap in the door is getting bigger and bigger.

The first thing you see is the wall directly opposite; the corridor, which was crowded just minutes ago, is now completely empty.

Jiang Luo lifted her foot and stepped out.

As soon as she turned the corner, she met He Ziyan's gaze.

A hint of surprise flashed in those dark, puppy-like eyes, then they sparkled with light, brimming with tenderness and affection.

The reporters also spotted Jiang Luo, but this time they weren't as aggressive as before. Holding tea and snacks, they turned to look at Jiang Luo with an air of inexplicable elegance.

With a slight smile, Jiang Luo suppressed her nervousness, bypassed the entertainment reporters, and went to the man's side.

He Ziyan's gaze followed him the whole way, like two beams of blazing light.

The two stood close together, with no space between them.

Jiang Luo stood up, but He Ziyan didn't get up. He just looked up at her, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his lips curled up, a playful yet hazy expression of love.

That expression seemed to say: Not bad, braver than I imagined.

Jiang Luo nudged her chin.

After the silent exchange, she turned to the reporters and bowed deeply.

The movements were swift and decisive, and everyone fell silent.

The entertainment reporters looked somewhat guilty.

After performing the formal greetings, Jiang Luo took her seat.

She stood ramrod straight, her hands neatly resting on her knees, and said in a calm tone, "I'm sorry I didn't get to give you an interview right away."

The entertainment reporters exchanged glances, and the photographer raised his camera and began taking pictures.

Facing the camera, Jiang Luo began to speak: "Because I was really not in a good state just now, some past experiences have left me with some psychological shadows, so I was very scared. When I heard your questions, my mind went blank and I didn't know what to say."

She swallowed hard and continued, "Ziyan's answer gave me a lot of courage. I think I can't keep running away; I should face everything more bravely. And I also know," she softened her tone and lowered her posture, "that the media professionals all had no ill intentions; they just wanted to uncover the truth and pass it on to the public."

Her voice was sincere, and her eyes were clear, seemingly able to cleanse the filth from the minds of those who engage in hype.

He Ziyan's eyebrows curved slightly. He learns and applies what he's learned immediately; he's a promising young man.

Jiang Luo then said, "Please feel free to ask any questions you media representatives may have."

The initiative shifted, and the reporters paused for a moment.

"I just heard you call President He 'Ziyan,' and President He used to call you 'Luoluo.' Does this mean that your relationship has progressed further?" A microphone was extended.

The entertainment reporter was all smiles, no longer speaking in a sharp tone as before, but more like a friend asking about gossip, as if she were bathed in a soft glow.

The atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Jiang Luo's gaze swept over the exquisite gift bag at the reporter's feet, and she instantly understood the reason.

The change in attitude was not without reason; it was due to He Ziyan's substantial financial investment.

He Ziyan didn't have to do these things, but he did them anyway.

In what capacity did he do it?

friend?

Someone who likes her but has no official relationship with her?

That's not fair.

He Ziyan had answered all the previous pointed questions, but he was now struggling with this simple one.

He didn't know what kind of answer would meet Luo Luo's standards.

In private, he could say whatever he wanted, but now that he was in front of the public, he dared not speak recklessly, not wanting to cause Luo Luo unnecessary trouble.

So he simply glanced at Jiang Luo, waiting for her reply.

With a slight upturn of her lips and a warm expression, Jiang Luo asked in a slightly coquettish tone, "What do you think?"

Extremely ambiguous.

He Ziyan's smile grew even wider.

The reporters all exclaimed "Oh!" in unison.

"Our program is still going on, so please stay tuned. There are some things I can't say right now, but you'll find out when the time comes," Jiang Luo added, her cheeks slightly lowered, flushed.

The reporters looked completely at the situation.

Even the person in question said so, how could it be false?

Jiang Luo's words were enough to provide them with a headline, although they deviated from their initial expectations. However, they might still be able to carve out a path to traffic in the current serious topics.

As a result, the reporters changed their focus and began to inquire about their emotional state.