The reporters looked at the contract in Mu Yan’s hand, their eyes wide open, but they couldn’t see it clearly.
Song Cheng’an stood up and handed a stack of papers to the security guard next to him.
The security guard understood and went down to distribute them to the reporters below.
Song Cheng’an said, "What you have in your hands are copies of the contract. The original is too precious to show everyone."
The reporters didn’t hear a word Song Cheng’an said, their eyes were fixed on the copies of the contract in their hands.
This was the contract for the replacent agreent signed between Mu Yan and Zhou Lifen.
The contract specified: a remuneration of three hundred thousand, already paid, deposited into Party B’s account.
At the bottom, both Party A and Party B had Zhou Lifen’s signature.
Seeing that everyone had almost finished reading, Mu Yan said coldly, "From the beginning to the end, I’ve only accepted this one remittance from Miss Zhou as my half-year replacent payout. I don’t know why there are rumors that Miss Zhou is charitably supporting my brother, or why Miss Zhou would bring a group of reporters and suddenly storm into my brother’s ward without any clear intention?"
The reporters looked at each other, this was definitely a major plot twist.
"Mu Yan, does Zhou Lifen have a copy of this contract?" a reporter asked.
Mu Yan replied, "The contract is in duplicate, she naturally has a copy. Don’t you recognize her signature at the bottom?"
In fact, Zhou Lifen did not have a copy of this contract.
Because she had torn up her own.
When she initially learned that Zhou Lifen had transferred three hundred thousand into her account, she imdiately wanted to return it to her.
Zhou Lifen resolutely refused, but eventually agreed to let her be a replacent.
The contract was insisted upon by her; she didn’t want to owe anyone anything.
Only earnings from labor could set her mind at ease.
Zhou Lifen probably wanted to show that her actions were purely out of goodwill, and she tore up the contract on the spot.
She never dread that this contract would now hold her back.
Mu Yan looked at the reporters below and continued, "My brother is not soone who can’t tell right from wrong. The day he hit Miss Zhou, he had a heart attack and almost died. He must have heard sothing unbearable. Perhaps previously I had so friction with Miss Zhou, which made her hold a grudge, but whatever the reason, she should co at , not target my brother. He is completely innocent!"
She paused, her voice cold, "I will pursue this matter to the end, whether it’s the hospital, the reporters present that day, or Miss Zhou herself, expect to receive a lawyer’s letter from ."
She finished speaking, picked up the original contract, and turned to leave.
The reporters below were in an uproar, wanting to ask more, but were stopped by the security guards.
After leaving the hotel, Mu Yan got in a car and went back to the hospital.
Song Cheng’an watched her, a hint of a smile on his lips, "You did very well just now, quite imposing."
Mu Yan exhaled lightly, "It’s only heartfelt words."
This was her first press conference, with all the focus on her, and saying she wasn’t nervous would be a lie.
"Alright, I’ll handle follow-up matters. Now, you and Zhou Lifen are publicly rivals, your Weibo will be lively again."
Mu Yan was indifferent, "Being rivals is good, so she won’t target Mu Chen again."
As for what Zhou Lifen’s fans think, it’s none of her business!
Song Cheng’an smiled, realizing that it’s better to reveal the antagonistic relationship to the public than to be plotted against in secret.
If she gets hurt, the other side will be the first suspect.
In this way, the other side will certainly be wary and not dare to act recklessly.
This intelligence and courage, just being an actress is a real waste!
Soon, the events from the press conference spread online, and Mu Yan’s contract of employnt was also posted online.
When Zhou Lifen found out, she was completely stunned.
When was this contract signed? How could she not know? But her signature was indeed on it.
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