A 1-inch color photo was pasted on the upper left of the document.
The person in the photo has peach-like cheeks, an almond-shaped face, white teeth, and bright eyebrows.
Although there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes, her fair skin and beautiful features still revealed that she was a very beautiful woman.
As you scroll down the photo, you'll find Ning Wan's personal information.
Name and age.
Family information, life experience, hobbies and interests, and other aspects.
However, his life experience is vague, and his hobbies are simply summarized in two words: "cooking".
On the contrary, in the family information section, Shen Fu wrote a summary of nearly a thousand words about Ning Wan's parents.
Shen Fu stood on the stage, holding a microphone: "As you can see, this is my wife. Actually, we've known each other for a very long time. It's just that we lost contact with each other later."
"As everyone knows, we also have a 5-year-old child, who will be 6 after the New Year." Speaking of Ning Yanshu, Shen Fu couldn't help but smile gently. "He's very mischievous. When I first came back, he always liked to tease me and get jealous of my mother. But sometimes he's also very sensible. He'll protect me, think of me, and even call me 'Dad' sweetly..."
The scene was as quiet as a still pond.
At this moment, time seemed to have been paused.
“I love them very much, but I also feel deeply indebted to them because of it.”
"During this period of my life, I couldn't feel her struggles and pain; I couldn't understand the hardships and difficulties she faced raising her child; and I could hardly imagine how desperate she must have felt raising her child alone..."
"Everyone says that motherhood makes you strong. But actually, she has always been a remarkable person!"
...
Ning Wan held her phone screen, looking at the person in the camera, and her nose involuntarily tingled and her eyes reddened.
My vision gradually became blurry.
For some reason, hearing Shen Fu say that made her feel uncontrollably emotional and want to cry.
It was as if they had suffered an immense injustice.
After being questioned and wronged, she finally found someone who could understand and sympathize with her...
...
"I understand everyone here wants to dig up news and find the truth." Shen Fu looked at the group of reporters below the stage and said earnestly, "But my family and I are neither celebrities nor idols, nor are we any highly influential public figures. We are just ordinary people who just want to live our ordinary lives."
"As a husband and father, the debt I owe them is a regret I can never make up for. From now on, I just want to give them back the peaceful life we once had."
Shen Fu's attitude was earnest, and his words were heartfelt.
The reporters were deeply moved by those sincere gazes.
So much so that they almost forgot what kind of person Shen Fu was in the past.
"If you have any further questions, please feel free to come to me. I will discuss them with you in detail."
The last four words were pronounced with particular emphasis by Chen Fu.
Reporters: "..."
Thank you for reminding us of you again.
That despicable scoundrel, may he be imprisoned! ...
...
After speaking, Shen Fu put down the microphone and left in a hurry.
Yi Yue understood immediately and picked up the microphone: "Today's press conference is now over. Thank you all for cooperating with our staff and leaving in an orderly manner."
He then grabbed his computer, documents, and USB drive and followed Chen Fu.
Security guards maintained order at the scene.
Song Mengwan, accompanied by her assistant, also prepared to leave.
Some persistent reporters tried to catch up and continue the interview, but unfortunately, Shen Fu ran too fast.
Having exhausted all other options, the reporters could only stop Song Mengwan and ask, "Ms. Song, what are your thoughts on today's events?"
What is your opinion on Mr. Shen's evaluation of you?
"Have you had any contact with President Shen's wife?"
...
...Hmm?
What were you thinking?
Song Mengwan recalled it carefully.
At tonight's press conference, the first half alone saw Shen Fu leave the reporters speechless with his rebuttal.
The latter half almost became his personal confession solo show.
It seems I didn't even have a chance to speak all night...
...
“Hmm…” Song Mengwan thought hard for a moment, then answered seriously, “Actually, I don’t have much to say, so I’ll just say the same as President Shen’s.”
After saying that, he left happily.
The reporter was left completely bewildered.
Like Shen Fu?
How are they the same? ...
...
As he walked out of the reception hall, Shen Fu kept glancing at his watch.
It's already 9:40.
He looked anxious.
He wished he could fly back to Ning Wan's side immediately.
Yi Yue quickly followed behind him and handed the press conference materials she had prepared that evening to Shen Fu for review.
Shen Fu waved his hand: "No need, you can just release a statement on the company's official Weibo account. If any media outlets maliciously spread rumors, just send a lawyer's letter."
“Oh, right. There’s one more thing.” Shen Fu stopped in his tracks: “Go and find out which social media account initially published the news.”
"Also, investigate the phone number and email address I gave you last time. Find the person responsible."
"Huh?" Yi Yue was taken aback: "Didn't you deliberately provoke him to make him reveal the information?"
"So what?" Shen Fu continued striding away, his expression nonchalant. "I can reason with him with a smile, or I can be cold and tell him what the rules are!"
Yi Yue suddenly shuddered.
I almost forgot how vengeful this guy is...
...
That night.
The living room lights were on, and a cell phone was placed on the table.
Ning Wan sat on the sofa, insisting on waiting for Shen Fu to return.
The last time I remember feeling like this was when I was waiting for Aman.
Back then, Aman earned money by collecting bottles and carrying bricks, often returning home late at night.
To find out what Aman was doing, and to confirm her own feelings, she sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for a very long time.
The clock ticked away, and the hour hand gradually pointed to the 10.
Finally, the sound of a key being inserted came from the keyhole at the door.
The door opened as the doorknob turned.
Upon seeing Ning Wan on the sofa, the weariness in his eyes vanished instantly.
He walked into the living room, smiling slightly, "Why isn't Wanwan asleep yet?"
Ning Wan stood up and slowly approached him.
"I'm waiting for you to come home."
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