The couple, who were just showing off their affection, were suddenly caught off guard.
The large screen was filled with ambiguous photos and exciting videos of Zhuang Zhongming with different women. The photos were real and not photoshopped. Some of the photos were even censored because the content was too explicit and might affect the audience.
Zhuang Zhongming's expression changed drastically. He grabbed the nearest staff member and roared, "Turn off the big screen right now! Where's your manager? Call your manager here!"
The reporters who hadn't left yet were immediately intrigued. With the mindset of "no one's coming for nothing," they swarmed forward and blocked Zhuang Zhongming from the scene.
"Mr. Zhuang, could you please explain who the woman in the video is?"
"What is your relationship with them? How long have you been doing this?"
"Mr. Zhuang, when did you start cheating? Is your relationship with your wife already over?"
The incident happened so suddenly that my body and mouth reacted faster than my brain, and all these questions were rhetorical questions that I already knew the answers to.
The photographer, holding the camera, found the right angle, adjusted the lighting, and started snapping away randomly. Out of hundreds of photos, there was bound to be one that the marketing accounts wanted.
Zhuang Chongming subconsciously looked in Tang Jing's direction. Tang Jing wasn't much better off than him; she was frightened and backed away. When she saw Zhuang Chongming, her bloodshot eyes were filled with disbelief and resentment.
Fortunately, the security guards and bodyguards on site reacted quickly and separated the reporters.
After catching his breath, Zhuang Zhongming looked at the footprints on his shoes with a gloomy expression: Who on earth released these videos and photos?
He did it so discreetly, so who has the ability to release it?
Zhuang Chongming suspected everyone, from his rivals to Xia Qingshan, and even Zhuang Yan was on his list of suspects. But he quickly ruled Zhuang Yan out because he was confident that Zhuang Yan didn't have the ability to investigate so many people.
Zhuang Zhongming was burning with anxiety. Cold sweat broke out on his head and back, and his palms felt sticky. Just thinking about the way Tang Jing had looked at him earlier made his heart feel like it was being hooked.
It's over.
Zhuang Zhongming dared not go online, nor even take out his phone to look at it. The reporters who tried to rush past the security guards to get in front of him were like ferocious beasts, and the camera flashes they raised were like an impenetrable wall.
The hotel's large screen was not turned off. Not only that, but the large screens outside and even the entire street were filled with news of Zhuang Zhongming's infidelity, broadcast live across the internet.
Wait, is this Zhuang Zhongming? He cheated on his wife? Didn't he love her very much? Every time Zhuang Zhongming talked about how he met his wife, I would cry. And now you're telling me he cheated? What about all those years of tears?
[A chosen actor, his acting is far superior to that of current actors in the Chinese entertainment industry; this is true acting!]
[A day when the model couple's marriage falls apart.]
[It's bad enough that shipping couples in the Chinese entertainment industry leads to scandals, but when even shipping real-life couples leads to scandals, I'm speechless!]
Tell me what's real! What's even real anymore?!
[Looks so old but plays so young, like a toad chasing a frog; ugly but plays so cleverly.]
Are the photos and videos real? Could they be photoshopped or have had their faces swapped?
Why did this have to happen today? I have a feeling this is going to be a big drama. I hope the live stream doesn't get banned.
With security personnel maintaining order, Xia Qingshan protected Xia Wan. He learned from the bodyguard that the video was also playing on the large screen outside. He suppressed his anger and glanced at Zhuang Zhongming with disgust.
A perfectly good occasion, a meticulously arranged banquet, has been completely ruined because of Zhuang Zhongming.
He'd seen people keep mistresses before, but he'd never seen one get so much attention that the whole internet was watching it live.
It's not uncommon for men to cheat in this industry. If Zhuang Zhongming hadn't cultivated a "loving husband" persona, it wouldn't have blown up like this.
He profited from this traffic, gaining followers and a good reputation. But when his actions contradicted his words, he suffered a double blow.
Xia Qingshan suppressed his anger and quickly grasped the situation. He quickly found Gu Qian's location, pointed at him, and told him to go to Tang Jing first and appease his godmother.
Tang Jing needs comforting right now. If she's comforted, maybe she can get a share of his property. Thinking about it that way, the outcome doesn't seem so bad.
Escorted by bodyguards, Xia Qingshan arrived in front of Zhuang Zhongming, his belly full of anger.
Zhuang Zhongming's face turned ashen: "President Xia, I will give you an explanation for this matter."
He wasn't worried about their collaboration; their interests were firmly intertwined from the moment they signed the agreement to co-host the banquet.
Xia Qingshan could easily breach the contract, but the penalty for breach of contract is very high. Even if he pays the penalty, he might not necessarily make a profit.
Xia Qingshan said irritably, "You should appease your wife first. Now that you've been exposed for cheating, the person you've wronged the most is your wife. As long as your wife forgives you and is willing to say a few words for you in public, that will be more effective than anything else."
That's true, but the key question is, would Tang Jing be willing? Tang Jing is a madman, and no one knows better than him how terrifying the mental world of "Meng Qiaosen Syndrome" is. Tang Jing once killed a child because they were too focused on their daughter.
Just as the two were discussing countermeasures, Zhuang Zhongming received a call from his assistant.
"Mr. Zhuang, something bad has happened. Go check Weibo."
He knew what had happened without even looking: "Did my photos go viral?"
"Not only that, there's also your son's."
Zhuang Zhongming was taken aback and took a deep breath: "Zhuang Yan, what's wrong with him?"
"It's hard to explain in a short time, you should go and see for yourself." After saying that, the assistant hurriedly hung up the phone.
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