When Lu Jingchen finished and signaled for her to speak, Song Qiao finally addressed the dia reporters in front of her, "Hello, friends from the dia, I am Song Qiao. As my husband ntioned, you must be familiar with by now. Today, since I am here, you may ask what you wish, as long as it’s not excessive. I will answer truthfully."
Imdiately, a reporter couldn’t contain themselves and raised their hand directly. The head of the public relations departnt nodded in acknowledgnt, indicating they could stand and ask their question. The reporter stood up promptly, microphone in hand, and asked Song Qiao, "Miss Song, have you personally seen the news circulating online?"
Song Qiao paused, smiled slightly, and responded, "I don’t mind if you call Mrs. Lu..."
The reporter looked puzzled imdiately, feeling awkward for a mont. Actually, he hadn’t really acknowledged Song Qiao’s identity, which is why he directly called her Miss Song.
However, since Song Qiao had already spoken like this, he found it embarrassing to continue calling her Miss Song. After a slight pause, he repeated his previous question but changed the address, "Mrs. Lu, have you personally seen the recent news online? How did you feel after reading it? Do you think the reports are true, or are they defamatory?"
He had asked directly to the point, especially those last two questions, which everyone present, including those online, wanted to know.
Song Qiao maintained her composure, "I have seen the news. When I first looked at it, I was indeed very angry, even quite furious, especially when I saw those comnts below. I felt sowhat wronged. I’ve always heard how terrifying online bullying can be, but it wasn’t until I experienced it myself that I truly understood how horrible it can be..."
Upon reaching this point, she paused for a mont before continuing, "As for the authenticity of this news, if I say it is untrue and rely slander, I believe you won’t trust anyway. So you might want to postpone this question for later."
Her tone differed from the previous answer, which had traces of confusion and anger, becoming sowhat resigned and amused.
The reporter sat down, followed quickly by the second reporter standing up, "Mrs. Lu, could you tell us why the reports claim you left President Lu five years ago and even left An City?"
Song Qiao was startled and instinctively looked at Lu Jingchen beside her. Lu Jingchen noticed her gaze, tilted his head to give her a faint smile, and reached out to clasp her small hand.
Song Qiao imdiately understood his aning, turned to the dia reporters, and explained, "Actually, there was a misunderstanding between my husband and five years ago, which might have hurt us quite a bit. Misunderstandings and argunts are inevitable in relationships, even between my husband and . When I left five years ago, I was just pregnant. A pregnant woman’s emotions can be unstable, and various suspicions and doubts tend to arise. At that ti, there were indeed so significant reasons between us that led to my departure. Regarding the exact incidents, may I refrain from discussing them?"
The reporter was taken aback, wanting to say no. Song Qiao’s answer felt as though she hadn’t truly answered, but upon glancing at Lu Jingchen beside Song Qiao and witnessing the man’s sharp glance, the reporter imdiately smiled and nodded, "Of course."
Another reporter raised their hand and stood up, "Mrs. Lu, the news also involves a severe issue involving your late mother. According to insiders, your mother was a third party disrupting the relationship between Song Xi’s mother and your father. Is your mother really a third party? Similarly, so claim you disrupted President Lu’s relationship with Miss Zuo. How do you respond to such news? Are you and your mother truly third parties destroying relationships?"
The reporter’s tone wasn’t aggressive, but the questions posed were quite sharp.
Song Qiao’s face subtly tightened. When others ntioned her mother, all she felt was her heart aching painfully, as if pricked by needles.
After her mother’s passing, she often reminisced about the gentle, soft-spoken woman of noble deanor she rembered from childhood.
In his youth, Elder Mu founded Mu Group with his capabilities, climbing up step by step. He later united with Song Qiao’s grandmother, then had Song Qiao’s mother and her uncle.
Elder Mu and his wife were extraordinarily successful in educating their children. Song Qiao’s mother learned the etiquette of a socialite from a young age. Being a third party wasn’t sothing she’d stoop to, let alone the fact that Song’s father didn’t warrant such a move from her.
Song Qiao’s silence imdiately fueled speculation and assumptions among the crowd, drawing a wave of discussions.
"Mrs. Lu, is it as everyone speculates? Was your mother truly a third party? And are you indeed the third party disrupting President Lu’s relationship with Miss Zuo?"
"Mrs. Lu, is there any secret between you and President Lu?"
"Mrs. Lu, can you address our queries?"
"..."
Song Qiao’s silence sparked a flurry of gossip among the crowd, leading to nurous speculations, including those from tabloid reporters who wouldn’t miss this gossip opportunity, montarily forgetting the remarks from CK Group’s public relations manager earlier.
The scene seed montarily uncontrollable, questions erging one after another.
Inside the Lu Family Mansion, Lu Tianming sat in the living room watching the live broadcast on television, witnessing the scene, couldn’t help but snort, and comnted, "Like mother, like daughter."
Xu Qian sat on a single sofa beside him, peeling an orange, her eyes showing concern as she watched the people on television, filled with worry. Hearing Lu Tianming’s words, she turned to the stubborn old man, directly stating, "Don’t forget that Little Qiao bore Wangshu for our family, she is still Wangshu’s mother."
Lu Tianming rely glanced flatly at his wife, snorting stubbornly, "Even if not, if Jingchen were with Little Xia or the Tan Family’s child, our family would still have children. Song Qiao simply isn’t fit to be our Lu Family daughter-in-law."
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