Chapter 500: 400 Xiaofeng’s Battle of Wits with Reporters_2
As Lady Quan led Xiaofeng out, the journalists perked up.
Today, they had material, and with Lady Quan present, it was bound to be big news.
Lin Jing watched her co out, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips, “Su Xiaofeng, oh, Su Xiaofeng, without any witnesses, let’s see how you can prove your innocence.”
If you can’t prove your innocence, once these reporters cover it, the story will only get worse, and then you’ll never be able to clear your na.
Thinking about Su Xiaofeng being treated like a rat everyone wants to strike, Lin Jing was filled with excitent and anticipation.
Xu Xuezi also hadn’t expected Xiaofeng to co out. In her view, facing such a situation, Su Xiaofeng would surely hide away, the farther from the reporters, the better.
She never expected her to co out and court death.
With Su Xiaofeng’s ability, to think she could verbally spar with these journalists, she must have underestimated their sharp tongues.
It was good that she ca out, to put her in a position where she couldn’t speak up, with reasoning but no way to argue.
“Miss Su, hello, may I ask if what Miss Lin just said is true? Did you really kill soone in order to marry Young Master Gu? Does Young Master Gu know about this? Does the Gu family know about this?”
“Su Xiaofeng, did you cause the imprisonnt of your foster mother and Miss Lin Jing’s father?”
One after another, such piercing questions were blatantly put in front of Xiaofeng.
After the journalists asked their questions, dozens of pairs of eyes, various microphones, caras, and recording equipnt were all aid at Xiaofeng, ready to record.
“First of all, I’d like to thank the journalist friends for their concern,” Xiaofeng said with a smile to one journalist: “My friend, may I use your microphone? I’m afraid my voice will be too soft, and the friends in the back won’t be able to hear.”
Xiaofeng’s smile was sunny, and without thinking, the journalist passed his microphone over.
Xiaofeng did a sound check: “Journalist friends, your concern for my affairs has a bit nervous. Before I answer your questions, I just want to ask Lin Jing three questions. After these three questions, I’ll answer each of your queries one by one, if that’s alright with you all.”
As long as there was sothing to write about, sothing to expose, it didn’t matter too much to them what Su Xiaofeng would say or ask.
“Before coming here, I already read the newspaper. And just now, when you were interviewing Lin Jing, I was listening nearby,” Xiaofeng said, holding the microphone, controlling the atmosphere: “First of all, I’d like to clarify that she and I are not sisters, not at any point. As for her father, he was negligent in his duties, so he was reported, arrested, and jailed, which has nothing to do with .”
When journalists seed about to ask sothing, Xiaofeng gestured with her hand for them to be patient: “If you don’t believe it, you can directly call the relevant departnts of Xijiang County to ask for clarity. So things are easily understood with a simple question, especially how her father got imprisoned.”
Certain things are not so easy to pin on her.
“Secondly, you could ask Miss Lin Jing, since she says I killed soone, what evidence she has. To clarify, that man was a hooligan, not my child’s father. On the night he died, my house suddenly caught fire, and I barely escaped with my life, nearly resulting in a stillbirth. Friends, I ask you, how could a heavily pregnant woman, trapped and unable to escape from a fire, harm another person?”
So events, upon recollection, truly feel like a nightmare. Fortunately, Ye Cheng returned that night, or else, a tragedy with multiple fatalities was not out of the question.
Lin Jing wasn’t particularly clear about the events of that night, especially the part about Su Xiaofeng’s difficult labor; she knew even less.
She hadn’t looked into it herself, and those who asked her to speak didn’t ntion it either. When Xiaofeng brought up the incident, Lin Jing subconsciously glanced at Xu Xuezi.
Xu Xuezi remained nonchalant; she had orchestrated the fire herself, but no one knew about it, so it didn’t count for much.
At this point in her story, Xiaofeng’s gaze t Lin Jing’s: “Lin Jing, I was in the midst of a raging fire that night. If not for Ye Cheng’s sudden arrival and his bravery in rescuing from the blaze, my two children, my foster mother, my brother, and I—five of us—could have perished in those flas. Coincidentally, that thug died on the sa night, a lighter on his body and the sll of gasoline on his hands, having drowned in a gutter because he was drunk. Tell these journalist friends how a pregnant woman close to giving birth, weak and desperate to survive, could have killed soone.”
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