"So who’s the howrecker here?" Su Xingyu couldn’t help but sneer, "Your divorce with Lu Shifeng is between you two, don’t drag others into it!"
"What’s really going on here?" A reporter, tired of their aningless bickering, straightforwardly asked, "Miss Axing, Mr. Lu Shifeng always claims that you are his first wife, Su Xingyu, but Miss Zhuang claims you’re not. She says you’re just using Su Xingyu’s na to deceive Mr. Lu! Miss Axing, are you really Su Xingyu?"
"Yeah, that’s what we all want to know." The reporters were eager for gossip, and if it weren’t for the Cloud personnel surrounding Su Xingyu, they’d have ripped her mask off already.
Su Xingyu scanned the crowd of reporters with a clear voice: "I am Su Xingyu."
"Then take off your mask and show us."
"Yeah, Miss Zhuang said you can’t possibly be Su Xingyu because you don’t dare take off your mask!"
"Heh." Su Xingyu chuckled twice coldly. She knew why Zhuang Heng was so sure. Wasn’t it because she believed Su Xingyu’s face was burned and disfigured, unable to be shown to anyone? Her face was healed now, but Wei Linnan had instructed her not to expose herself to the public light too soon, to let it recover fully, so naturally, she wouldn’t remove the mask over such a trivial thing.
She slightly raised her voice and said to the crowd: "Please make way, I have things to do and need to leave."
Would the reporters easily let her go?
Zhuang Heng was even more unwilling to let her go, blocking her path, and said, "Su Xingyu, I beg you, please give Shifeng back to , will you? He made such a rash decision because he was bewitched by you! Shifeng and I have a delightful son. You can’t just tear my happy family apart! We were such a perfect family..."
Her sorrowful voice was moving.
A reporter also said, "Yes, Miss Zhuang and Mr. Lu used to be such a happy family. Even though young Lu Jue has autism, he was well taken care of by Miss Zhuang—clean, innocent, and cute beyond words! Miss Axing, you also have a child, don’t you feel guilty tearing soone else’s family apart?"
"Right, Miss Zhuang isn’t any less capable than you. She’s a photographer too, and here she is heartbroken over the divorce, while you still have the mood to take pictures!"
Su Xingyu laughed out of anger. She didn’t know where Zhuang Heng found these reporters. Were they spouting shocking remarks just for attention, or did they secretly benefit from Zhuang Heng? Otherwise, why were they all biased towards her? She looked coldly at Zhuang Heng: "I don’t understand, what’s the point of putting on an act here? Even if the whole world sympathizes with you and calls a vile woman, do you think Lu Shifeng will have a change of heart? You’ve been with him for so long, can you really be naïve enough to think that getting rid of would an you could be with him? Do you think he’s soone who can be manipulated by won as they please?"
At this point, she indeed looked down on Zhuang Heng a bit. After being with Lu Shifeng for so long, didn’t she even understand his temperant?
That man was stubborn like a bull, never listening to others.
But Zhuang Heng looked even more pitiful, and pleaded with her, "Axing, I beg you, even if you don’t want to give Shifeng back to , at least give my little Jue? With Shifeng and divorced, what will happen to my little Jue? He won’t have his mother from now on... Who could take care of him better than his biological mother? Can you give little Jue back and stop fighting with over him..."
Zhuang Heng’s words were pitifully touching. This ti, not only the reporters but even so onlookers in the Cloud lobby felt sympathy for her.
In this age, a woman divorcing a man is mundane, but what would a three-year-old child have to gain from going with a stepmother?
Sobody even remarked: "Divorce is fine, but giving the child to the woman to raise might not be bad."
"Lu Family is so big, how could they let a legitimate son be raised away?" soone else countered, "There’s no way they’d give him to Zhuang Heng, but she is quite pitiful."
"Exactly, Zhuang Heng has it rough."
With a child involved, public opinion unknowingly began to favor Zhuang Heng.
Su Xingyu’s heart filled with rage. She despised those who used children as bargaining chips—was Zhuang Heng really Jue’s biological mother?
If she were his real mother, loving him enough to keep him away from scandal would be more than she could manage, yet how could she bear to drag the child into this?
She held back her anger, but sarcasm slipped out: "Tell us, how are you so ’good’ to Jue? What have you done for him? Just because you have the ’mother’ title you think it ans anything? The Lu Family has so many servants, any one of them spends more ti with Jue than you do! Do you know what he likes to eat, what he likes to play with, that he tends to fall out of bed when he sleeps close to the edge?" She got angrier as she recalled when Mrs. Gui ntioned Jue would fall out of bed under Zhuang Heng’s care, "You call yourself his mother? And dare to speak of the title? Not like the title cos with a certificate!"
The last line made many people laugh, and her colleagues at Cloud, who followed Su Xingyu, felt vindicated and cheered.
Zhuang Heng looked embarrassed by her words, and even the reporters and onlookers exchanged glances, suddenly skeptical—yes, news about real mothers neglecting their children wasn’t uncommon, especially among such prominent families like the Lu’s with so many servants. Did Zhuang Heng really care for the child herself?
"Always looking glamorous in makeup and high heels, she doesn’t look like soone raising a child," a female reporter, who had children herself, said to her colleague.
Taking care of a child is troubleso, especially one around Jue’s age who still needs frequent attention from adults. If a mother regularly cares for a child, she wouldn’t often wear high heels, as it’s very inconvenient for carrying a child. Zhuang Heng, however, always wore high heels, even when photographed once with Jue on the streets by reporters.
That outing with Jue seed like a one-off, possibly just for show, and since it was the only photo, it left a lasting impression. The female reporter looked it up on her phone and indeed saw the high heels.
Such details, Zhuang Heng really didn’t pay attention to.
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