"I did receive money from Miss Bai," Jiang Liwen smiled at the camera, neither humble nor overbearing: "If you ask me how I felt at that time, to be honest, I needed this money very much. At that time, my mother was lying in the operating room. If there was any
With this money, she will most likely survive. Although I was very sad when I accepted the money and felt that I had sold all my self-esteem, I do not regret it. If I had it to do over again, I would still accept it.
I want to save my mother, it's that simple." She paused here and asked the reporter: "Miss, if it were you, what would you do? For the sake of important people, even if you ask me to kneel down.
, not to mention just lowering your posture."
"In holding this press conference today, I don't want to say how right I am, but I can tell everyone clearly that I am not a mistress! I have never thought about intervening in anyone's relationship!"
"And I don't like Young Master Ye either. I didn't like it before, and I won't like it in the future! Please rest assured, Miss Bai. You can take your Young Master Ye and stay away from my life! Because I really don't want to see it anymore.
Coming to you!!”
"Perhaps some journalist friends will say that I want to clear my name. Haha, in fact, my own family was destroyed by a third party. It is a very common story, a bit like a third-rate TV series. A beautiful aunt took away my family.
Dad, my mother and I were kicked out. Until my mother passed away, the man didn't even come to see us! I still remember the way my mother looked when she left. She was holding our family photo in her hand, and she didn't walk peacefully.
"
Having said this, Jiang Liwen clenched her hands tightly and scanned the entire venue with red eyes. Wherever her eyes could see were dots of flashing lights, she was not afraid. Her waist was straight, like a warrior defending herself.
The sadness and tenacity on the little face are clear: "Rather than saying that I disdain to be a mistress, it is better to say that I hate them to the extreme!!!"
Almost all the reporters were shocked after hearing Jiang Liwen's words. They forgot the questions they were going to ask next, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
Of course, some media also raised questions, because these media were paid by Bai Ran.
Instead of flinching, they sneered and raised the microphone: "Qi Shao is indeed a novelist. Do all Internet writers know how to write stories for eight o'clock? No wonder more and more children are being investigated for drugs nowadays.
Already."
"I didn't make up a story." Jiang Liwen looked at the reporter, neither annoyed nor angry, and said in a calm tone: "I don't know why, whenever something happens, everyone will make excuses because I am an Internet writer. What happened to Internet writers?
?We also bring joy to some people to some extent, don’t we? Why can’t we win even a little respect?”
The reporter's face was stunned and he looked at her contemptuously: "In this case, Qi Shao might as well tell you who your father is, and let us verify whether your story is true."
"Su Qigang, Su's largest shareholder." Jiang Liwen laughed, with a little revenge: "I know he will definitely see this interview. For him, I will always be a stain. But what to do, this stain
Finally I can't bear it anymore!" She turned her face to the camera, her eyes glowing, as if she was saying to the person on the other end of the TV: "Mom has told me more than once, don't blame you, but it's a pity that I really can't do it.
! Because, you know, as long as you have a little conscience, your daughter doesn’t have to be so low-spirited as to sell herself to pay for medicine!!"
The reporter who asked the question was so shocked by her sudden fierceness that he just wanted to run away.
However, after he received the money from above, he must ask according to the usual practice!
"Qi Shao, do you think everyone will believe you if you say this? Are you doing this to promote your new book and regain the attention of Wen fans?"
When Jiang Liwen heard this question, she shook her head in a funny way: "My friend, if you look online, you will know that I have decided to close the book! Regarding the issue of trust, I believe that as long as you are a true Wen fan,
They will believe me! They have their own outlook on life, their own judgment, and the ability to distinguish right from wrong. They will not blindly attack others because they like me, let alone because of some of my scandals.
And deny me completely!"
"In fact, I have always been very grateful for the support of Wen fans. Those who know my birthday and wait until early in the morning to send me messages, those who obviously don't spend a lot of money to read books, but just vote for me to top up their monthly votes, those who say
There's something wrong with you, you should write like this to make it look better!" Jiang Liwen's clear eyes were filled with smiles, and that smile was like the spring breeze. No one sitting in front of the TV could resist such a heart-warming smile...
"Because of your support and your corrections, we will have the current Qi Shao Wen!"
Next, the reporters wanted to ask questions, such as whether she really stopped writing books.
Jiang Liwen didn't even answer, and left it directly to the host to deal with the aftermath. But what she wanted to convey had already been conveyed.
Those real Wen fans already understand.
They are not continuing to fight against the bad guys in the comment section.
Instead, she quietly clicked through all of Wen Qi Shao's books and read them one by one. Then she excitedly told the people around her: "You know Wen Qi Shao, I like all the male protagonists in her novels, especially that one."
Nangong Jue, he’s so handsome when he’s smoking and fighting the Japanese!!”
The comment area also reversed itself in an instant!
More and more people are beginning to pay attention to the book itself, rather than other boring gossip!
When the novel was finished, a Wen fan said: "As long as you write it, we will read it and wait for you to come back."
The impact of the press conference is greater than imagined.
Su Qigang and his wife have been in love for ten years and can be called a model couple. Their image of typical philanthropists has been completely ruined.
Since the report was released, Fan Minmin has received countless calls from reporters, and they have only one question.
"May I ask how you met Mr. Su at that time? Did you steal someone else's husband, as Qi Shao said?"
Fan Minmin was so angry that she ordered the servants around her with a sharp voice: "Unplug all the phones for me! Unplug them! No matter whether they are reporters or anchors, don't let me in!"
After yelling, she turned around and sneered at Su Qigang: "This is your good daughter! She is sincerely trying to destroy you!"
"Stop talking." Su Qigang held his forehead, as if he had aged suddenly. He did not expect that his decision back then would hurt his daughter so deeply. But soon, his guilt was covered up by Xunxin's interests, and he raised his head
Looking at Fan Minmin: "I will talk to her." Fan Minmin took a deep breath and regained her previous tenderness. She put her delicate hands on Su Qigang's shoulders: "Qigang, I'm sorry, I was just too anxious just now.
Yes, I'm afraid this matter will affect your future. Wenwen is too inconsiderate of you, how could she say such things in that situation."
Hearing what she said, Su Qigang felt a little angry, thinking that even if what he did was wrong, his daughter was too disrespectful to him, so he must educate her!
Looking at Su Qigang's expression, Fan Minmin knew that her goal had been achieved, and leaned into the man's arms: "Qigang, in this situation, only she can deny what she said at the press conference. Can you?
You have to give Wenwen some good advice."
"Persuasion? Now I wish she could slap this unfilial daughter!" The more she behaved like this, the more Su Qigang became angry.
Fan Minmin smiled proudly in her heart, but looked at him with disapproval: "She is your daughter after all. Now we are asking her to do things. There is nothing wrong with being softer."
"I understand what to do." Su Qigang stretched out his hand, blocked Fan Minmin's shoulder, and sighed: "I've made it difficult for you over the years."
Fan Minmin stretched out her hand, pressed his mouth, and said coquettishly: "Well~ don't say it like that, I am very happy to be by your side." (The author couldn't help it: Happy, your sister!!! Everyone: Please,
I almost vomited!!! Author: In this case, let’s skip it quickly~)
The two people had a "love and affection" relationship, and the reports became more and more enthusiastic.
The broadcast of this press conference can be found on almost every station.
Originally, Ye Fanli couldn't see it because he never cared about such scandal reports.
He was lying on the hospital bed, holding a notebook in his hand, and was having a cross-country video conference. His fever had just gone away, and he looked a little haggard. His handsome face was as white as fine porcelain, as if it would break if touched.
of.
This was what Lin Jingxuan saw when he came in. He was holding a thyme in his left hand, and holding a beautiful woman with long hair in his right hand. Recently, he has changed his taste and likes fresh things.
Hearing him come in, Ye Fanli didn't even move his eyelids, but coldly threw him a few words: "Let your woman out!"
"Ok, ok!!" Lin Jingxuan stretched out his hand, leaned forward and kissed his female companion on the face: "Baby, please go outside and wait for a while. This person is confused by fever and his thinking is a little abnormal."
The beauty nodded obediently: "Then I'll wait for you~"
"Be good~" After taking care of his female companion, Lin Jingxuan whistled in a good mood and approached the hospital bed.
Ye Fanli, who had finished his work, looked at him coldly: "Why are you so wretched today?"
Lin Jingxuan shrugged nonchalantly: "Hey, your chrysanthemum."
Ye Fanli would definitely not accept something like a chrysanthemum, so he lowered his head and continued to handle business.
"Hey, I picked a bunch that suits you so well." Lin Jingxuan leaned over with a look of regret on his face, teasing in his eyes: "I said, A Li, you must not have seen the press conference at noon today, whoring?"
The little secretary who passed you has gone up to speak."
Hearing this, Ye Fanli's typing fingers slowly stopped...