Chapter 79 Oh no! Xie Nanzhi has arrived with her men!
Xie Wanli held a press conference, where many reporters stood in the audience. He stood at the front of the stage and bowed to everyone to express his deepest apologies.
Xie Wanli picked up the microphone and sincerely apologized, “Donating a fake painting to the auction was indeed my oversight. No matter how much everyone criticizes me, a mistake is a mistake, and I will accept it gladly. But here, I would like to explain to everyone that I really didn’t know the painting was fake before the donation. I had been collecting it as an original, and I am also a victim. Of course, even so, my mistake is still a fact, so I plan to donate a primary school to impoverished children in mountainous areas as compensation.”
Xie Wanli always presented himself to outsiders as a good man, a refined, family-oriented, and gentlemanly successful person.
Coupled with his humble and self-reproachful demeanor, which made him seem like he had been kept in the dark and was genuinely unaware of the situation, everyone felt embarrassed to continue to make things difficult for him.
After watching the entire video, Xie Nanzhi laughed sarcastically.
Exiting the chat interface, Xie Nanzhi went online to search for posts about Xie Wanli's press conference, and she randomly clicked on one.
The comments section was filled with support for Xie Wanli.
The gist is that Xie Wanli has been engaged in charity work for many years, and this incident was just an accident; there's no need for people to dwell on it.
Some say that authenticating ancient paintings requires a keen eye and professional skills, and Xie Wanli himself is not an expert specializing in ancient painting collection, so it's normal for him to make mistakes.
Xie Nanzhi leaned back in her dining chair, her cold eyes looking flippant, already having her own plans in mind.
She took out her phone and dialed several numbers. Finally, she dialed the hotline of a news program, "Hello, I want to report a story..."
Mu Lin hadn't even swallowed the rice in his mouth when he pushed open the bedroom door, but the moment he saw Wei Chizheng, he burst out laughing and spat out a mouthful of rice.
Wei Chizheng's face darkened, but Mu Lin still couldn't stop laughing. "Second Master, didn't you say that fever-reducing patches are for children? Why are you wearing one?"
Mu Lin asked the question knowing the answer, purely to tease Wei Chizheng.
As he looked for tissues to clean up the mess on the floor, he joked, "Second Master, your favoritism is too obvious. If I put it on you, you'd be a hundred times unwilling, but when Miss Xie puts it on you, you eagerly come over. Our great Second Master is a top-tier love-struck fool; no one would believe it if you told them."
Wei Chizheng's face darkened, and his words were icy cold: "Mulin, with so much energy, how about we send you to the Middle East to drill for oil?"
Mu Lin immediately became obedient, looking at him with bewildered eyes, "Second Master, please don't, how can I live without you?"
Wei Chizheng felt utterly disgusted and told him to "get lost."
Mu Lin: "No problem, get out of here immediately."
He had no desire to go to the Middle East to dig for stones; the thought of it was horrible.
Mu Lin lifted his leg to run away, but Wei Chizheng called him back, "Give your mouth shut, even a duck has more peace and quiet than you."
Mu Lin looked at Wei Chizheng, wondering if he was jealous yet again.
Did he think he was talking too much with Miss Xie?
Well, when it comes to Miss Xie, Second Master is completely unable to think in a normal way.
In short: naive.
Mu Lin grinned, "Alright, once we're out this door, I'll seal my mouth shut."
When Mu Lin pushed open the door to go out, Xie Nanzhi happened to be walking at the door, and the two almost bumped into each other.
Mu Lin asked in surprise, "Miss Nan, what's wrong?"
Xie Nanzhi said, "I'm going back now. I'll come over and tell Mr. Wei."
Mu Lin stepped aside, and Xie Nanzhi went inside.
When she looked over, Wei Chizheng was also looking at her, and she heard him ask, "Are you leaving?"
Xie Nanzhi didn't approach, but stood not far from the door. "Well, something urgent suddenly came up."
Perhaps it was because they had engaged in intimate acts before, but Xie Nanzhi felt that the air was filled with an alluring atmosphere, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Wei Chizheng leaned against the headboard, the blanket covering his waist. Because of the injury on his chest, half of his body was exposed. He looked at her with deep eyes and said, "Don't forget what you promised me."
Xie Nanzhi nodded. "Yes, if I have time, I will definitely come to change your dressing tomorrow."
Wei Chizheng breathed a sigh of relief, and a slight smile curved his pale lips. "Miss Nan, I look forward to meeting you tomorrow."
His deep, husky voice, with its masculine sensuality, paired with Wei Chizheng's ascetic face, was simply too much.
How could a man resemble the fox spirit from Lanruo Temple...?
Xie Nanzhi hastily looked away. "I'm leaving."
She hurriedly turned around, opened the door, and left.
When Xie Nanzhi got downstairs, she subconsciously touched her face and found it was still hot. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was the one with a fever.
Xie Nanzhi stood by the roadside. Her car had been vandalized yesterday, and Zhou Mubin had it towed away by the 4S shop for repairs. She could only get around by taxi these days.
Fortunately, it wasn't rush hour, so it didn't significantly affect my commute.
The car arrived, and Xie Nanzhi got in immediately. "Driver, to Hong Kong TV Station."
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After leaving the press conference, Xie Wanli did not return to the company. His driver took him directly home. The main reason was that he didn't want to listen to the shareholders' nagging and preferred to go home for some peace and quiet.
Xie Yuanyang was also with them. The father and son sat on the sofa, and Xie Yuanyang casually scrolled through the comments. "It seems that netizens have sharp eyes after all. Dad, I see that the comments section is full of people supporting you. I believe the negative impact of this matter will soon disappear."
Of course, Xie Wanli spent a lot of money hiring these online trolls. Nowadays, netizens are used to being led by the nose; whatever the general trend, they'll just follow it.
In Xie Wanli's eyes, these brainless netizens were all idiots who could be manipulated at will.
Xie Wanli crossed his legs, lit a cigar, and leaned back on the sofa with a smug look on his face. "Yeah, you think you can bring me down with this little bit of negative news? Dream on."
Xie Yuanyang was also happy for Xie Wanli. "Dad, how about this? I'll apply to be discharged from the army this year and come back to help you. You and Mom are getting old, and I can't keep indulging my whims and doing whatever I want. It's time for me to come back and take on my responsibilities."
Upon hearing this, Xie Wanli's brows furrowed. He put down his crossed legs, paused, and then said, "Yuanyang, Dad hopes you can be happy and do whatever you like. This is how I raised you since you were little. I don't want my son to do things he doesn't want to do, because that will make you miserable for the rest of your life."
Xie Yuanyang had never been interested in business since he was a child, and to be honest, he didn't want to come back either. "But Dad, I can't abandon the entire Xie family for my own selfish reasons. I have to..."
Before Xie Yuanyang could finish speaking, Xie Wanli patted him on the shoulder, "There are no 'buts'. You're my son. As long as you're happy, nothing else matters. Besides, many companies now hire professional managers, so you don't have to do everything yourself. Yuanyang, you can rest assured..."
Just then, a maid rushed over and interrupted Xie Wanli, "Sir, something bad has happened! Xie Nanzhi has arrived with a large group of reporters."
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