Several people present were a little surprised. Although Madam Mu rarely appeared in public, they had all heard some rumors about her, and most of those rumors described her as a figure like Lin Daiyu. But now it seems that the rumors are clearly not credible.
But after all, it came from a major media outlet, so things quickly returned to normal, and someone asked the next question: "But Mrs. Jane, the person in the video is obviously you."
The person who spoke was the only male among the four. He was young and very thin, with a pointed face and monkey-like chin. When he asked the question, his body leaned forward and he looked a little anxious. His eyes were fixed on Yang Shushu, giving people a feeling of oppression. His hand was stretched forward, as if he wanted to put evidence in front of Yang Shushu so that she could not deny it.
Mu Shicang narrowed his eyes, a bright light flashed in his lenses, and his body moved directly in front of Yang Shushu. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Shushu moved first. She held his arm and hid behind him as if she was afraid.
Mu Shicang was stunned for a moment. Yang Shushu used to be very afraid of him and never approached him easily. He looked down at her, but she didn't look at him. Instead, she stared directly at the reporter's phone and said in a timid, yet extremely transparent tone, "Look at the time... That day, my husband and I went to Menglan Mountain to soak in the hot springs. On the way back, the car broke down, so we watched the stars on the small mountain road."
After she finished speaking, she timidly looked up at Mu Shicang: "Right? Husband?"
Mu Shicang was surprised again. This was not in the script he gave her, because this question was not in his plan. In fact, the media had known whether Yang Shushu committed suicide or not. However, relying on the background of the Mu family, he wanted to suppress the news. However, he could not suppress it by force. He understood the principle that everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme. If he did not let the public see the truth, they would only become more and more curious, and then the truth would be hidden.
Therefore, the four media outlets all agreed not to ask questions that would irritate Yang Shushu, but only ask superficial questions regarding the so-called rumor, like the first question.
But he didn't expect to lose control at the second question. He gave the young man a cold look. The man shrank back, and then he looked down at Yang Shushu tenderly and touched her head gently: "Yes, the weather was very good that night, and the stars were very bright. We didn't go home until early the next morning."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at the other three women. The three of them shuddered at the same time, wailing inwardly: If you don't want others to know, just suppress it. Why bother putting on such a veneer?
Then the person in the middle tremblingly reached over with the microphone and asked the question they had agreed on, "Someone saw Mrs. Mu walking with a young man. Is this true?"
Yang Shushu answered very straightforwardly this time: "That's the big brother next door who I've known since childhood. Is there anything wrong with having dinner together?"
No problem, your man is the boss, if he says it’s okay, then it’s okay.
The three women all shook their heads. But it was the male reporter who rushed forward desperately, like a member of a death squad. "Mrs. Mu, may I ask where the injury on your wrist came from?"
It was another unplanned question. The three female reporters all looked at the male reporter, as if they were exclaiming at his recklessness. Did he not want to do this job anymore?
The male reporter was actually quite nervous, his hands were shaking a little while holding the microphone. He instinctively avoided Mu Shicang's eyes and looked straight at Yang Shushu.
Yang Shushu was hiding behind Mu Shicang at this time. She clearly remembered that there was no such problem in the script. She took advantage of the angle to give Mu Shicang a cold look and thought to herself: He really thought he could cover the sky with one hand, but he is nothing but a show-off. If it were the original Yang Shushu, she would probably be asked about autism and commit suicide again.
Fortunately she is not.
"My husband doesn't usually let me cook, but seeing him busy late every day, I wanted to cook for him myself, a dish called chopped pepper fish head. I accidentally cut myself while killing the fish."
She cautiously poked her head out from behind Mu Shicang, her almond-shaped eyes blinking innocently and shyly. Her appearance made her look very cute.
Mu Shicang tilted his head, a moment of astonishment in his eyes, but it quickly faded. The four reporters across from him were simply shocked. How could such a sweet girl commit suicide? Could this really just be a rumor?
The ward fell into silence for a while, and everyone seemed to have forgotten to ask questions until Mu Shicang spoke again: "It's almost time, please hurry up, my wife still needs to rest."
His gaze was on the male reporter. When the corners of his mouth curved into an arc, he looked particularly sinister, scaring the male reporter so much that he almost fell off his chair to the ground.
Like subjects suddenly called upon by an emperor, the four reporters all sat up straight, then simultaneously extended their microphones forward and asked in unison, "Excuse me, did anyone see Mrs. Mu and that neighbor being intimate? Is this true?"
This was a question stipulated in the script, and the tacit understanding between the four of them was so good that even they themselves were amazed.
Yang Shushu was amused by these four people. If it weren't for her original personality, she would have laughed out loud. The power of capital is really great. It has turned the reporters who are always sharp-tongued into parrots. Now think about it, the male reporter was still a warrior, but he was a coward in the end.
Because of her previous performance, Mu Shicang was very confident in Yang Shushu at this time, and even looked forward to her answer. His eyes looked at her involuntarily, but she did not look up at him. She just grabbed his collar tightly and bit her lower lip lightly, looking like she was about to cry and felt very aggrieved.
Mu Shicang frowned slightly, lowered his head and said softly: "What's wrong? Isn't it already..."
Yang Shushu didn't wait for him to finish his words and suddenly spoke. When she spoke, the hand that was holding his collar loosened, and then she clenched it into a circle, and her eyes were red.
Inexplicably, Mu Shicang felt that something was not right, but by the time he wanted to stop it, it was too late: "I did it on purpose. Who made him flirt with the female secretary and female assistant in the company? It was ambiguous. I did it on purpose to piss him off."
Mu Shicang: "..." He had never regretted anything he had done since he was a child. Why did he have the illusion that this woman was not stupid and that she could do this little thing well?
Four reporters: "..." I didn't expect there was a story within the story. The reason for the suicide is—
They didn't dare to think further. Even if it was true, they wouldn't dare to report it if the capital didn't allow them to!
The atmosphere in the ward was so suffocating because of the low pressure emanating from Mu Shicang that the four reporters didn't even dare to breathe. However, the instigator of all this was more relaxed. She hid behind Mu Shicang, baring her little white teeth proudly.
Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered, let alone me, a tiger.
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