"Miss He, how can we help you now?"
A reporter asked.
"Thank you so much for coming to see me today."
Upon hearing this, He Qinqin suddenly became shy: "You are welcome to come to my wedding on May 20th."
Some people asked in surprise, "You're getting married on May 20th?"
"The child in my belly can't be without a father."
He Qinqin touched her belly; Shi Yao was released from prison in May.
He behaved well inside, worked the sewing machine very fast, made the Paradise umbrella very well, and managed to get released a week earlier.
"Regarding what happened to Shi Yao at the construction site, it wasn't Shi Yao's own doing. His friend's mother had kidney disease and desperately needed money for surgery, so she lied to Shi Yao. By the time Shi Yao found out that his friend was stealing building materials at the construction site, it was too late."
"Have you decided on the wedding venue yet?"
Few people present fell silent.
Si Jiuyin quickly shook her head.
I abandoned my usual cynical and arrogant attitude, and said each word slowly and deliberately, "Shouldn't journalists focus on the perpetrators and the objective facts?"
Xing Ya glanced at them. The reporter followed, asking Si Jiuyin, "Mr. He, does he remember Wu's mental state when he attacked with a knife? Was I intoxicated? How strong was the smell of alcohol on me?"
...
Before hanging up the phone, He Qinqin let out a breath of stale air.
Hearing this question, He Qinqin shook her head. "I will announce it on Weibo later."
Shi Yao then asked, "Please ask him if he knows the perpetrator, Wu Moumou?"
Shi Yao glanced at Si Jiuyin, put away his microphone, and left with the photographer. The other reporters also went in and out of the ward.
Amidst the voices defending Si Jiuyin, Xing Ya from Rongguang TV reached out and pushed aside an emotionally charged media reporter standing behind me.
"You, you remember, right? You didn't smell of alcohol, did you? You see, I was quite agitated, very angry, and I rushed over with a knife."
Hearing the lecturing tone of the older media professionals, Shi Yao laughed sarcastically: "You're incompetent?"
The uncle replied, "Yes, it's Shi Yao, the nephew of Pei Zhao'an, the president of Lexiang Group."
No one dared to refute him. Taking advantage of his height and reach, Shi Yao shoved the microphone in his hand behind the man's face: "You want to ask, shouldn't a journalist's most basic principle be to report events with subjective emotions?"
Xing Ya shrugged, went upstairs to the parking lot, sat in her sports car, and thought to herself, "I looked really cool today. I guess I should scam my uncle out of a meal."
Shi Yao found it quite strange that Xing Yazhu patiently answered the questions from other reporters, which were not only quirky but also digging into the Si family's secrets.
Although the reporters hadn't spoken, they were all sympathizing with Si Jiuyin and condemning He Qinqin's indifferent attitude. At that moment, we realized that we had lost our "courage" in the face of the collective attack.
As Si Jiuyin listened to those voices, you wiped away your tears and pleaded, "Please, Xiaojia, do you want to say anything that has nothing to do with Mr. Si or the Si family? That's bad!"
“His questions are really giving you a headache. You really remember them, but your cerebellum went blank at the time, so he shouldn’t make things difficult for you.”
When it came to questions she had to raise about the case itself, Si Jiuyin felt embarrassed and wanted to rest.
The person on the other end of the phone kept talking, while He Qinqin only responded a few times, but the smile on her face deepened.
"The Si Group is such a large corporation. You saved their chairman, and they would really abandon you, their savior. That's just too much and too stingy, isn't it?"
I patted the man's flushed face with my other hand: "Look at him, how sluggish he is now."
Xing Ya was muttering to herself.
The media outlets that interviewed him were outraged when they saw Vice Minister He Qinqin's weak and helpless appearance.
Xing Ya dialed my uncle's secretary's number, but the secretary told her that my uncle had gone to the airport to see someone off today.
Then, your phone under the table vibrated, and you picked it up to answer a call.
She looked shy and said, "As you know, I'm just an ordinary person now, and I don't have a job yet, so let's keep things simple."
Xing Yazhu hadn't expected that the atmosphere she had stirred up would freeze as soon as Shi Yao appeared, and the questions Shi Yao asked were also something she wasn't prepared for.
"Oh well, thank you for his cooperation, and I wish him a speedy recovery."
“In the past, if I said your professional skills as a reporter were lacking, you would argue with me. But today, based on their performance just now, they are all qualified!”
Fearing that Shi Yao would continue to ask me questions I wasn't prepared for, you quickly said to the others, "You're tired. There are too few outsiders. You're not having a good time. You want to rest."
The uncle asked in confusion, "Then, Mr. Si, Si Jiuyin said she's getting married, why are you unmoved?"
"I need to save money for medical expenses. The wedding is just a formality, a way to show that the child will have a father in the future."
"Ms. Si Jiuyin provides legal aid to these designers and creators every day, but she doesn't care about or look after her own husband of nearly seventy years, just because he's her biological son!"
*
He Qinqin put down her tablet, and you asked Xing Ya with a smile, "Was that reporter from Rongguang TV who was just outside the live broadcast from the Pei family?"
However, I was broken by the reporters who Shi Yao called me a barking idiot, and they attacked me en masse.
The office approval documents continued to be issued.
"Who needs an older man to personally see them off at the airport?"
“When your father forcibly sent you to a construction site in Africa during your summer vacation in junior high school, he didn’t come to see you off.”
"So you're so angry you want to destroy the Si Group, huh?"
No one directly used their junior status to intimidate me. "Reporter Pei, how dare he, a reporter with the worst professional skills, talk about your group of juniors?"
I scoffed, "Those people barking like that, shouldn't they check if they're wearing press passes or if they have rabies?"
Xing Ya's voice was stern, "Should they be asking the parties involved about the specific circumstances of the incident, instead of condemning another victim? This knife was originally meant for He Qinqin."
"What if you were to use your camera right now to replay their excited, blushing faces?"
Xing Yazhu's office.
“Da Pei, for the sake of his uncle, we’re only arguing with him about his outrageous remarks. He can just apologize and that’s it. You’re talking to his superiors outside the company.”
Suddenly, I heard footsteps from inside the car, but there were no two people inside.
The reporter who had been pushed aside by Shi Yao rubbed his head and recognized that the person who pushed him was Shi Yao, the nephew of Pei Zhaoan of Lexiang Group. He immediately swallowed the curse words that were on the tip of his tongue and could only stand aside and sulk.
He Qinqin nodded.
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