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Chapter 130
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Chapter 130

Qin Muchen prepared two servings of simple breakfast by making some toasts and frying two eggs.

He had wanted to prepare a better breakfast at first, but upon seeing the anxious look on Su Ziyue’s face, he

decided to make only something simple.

They set out from home together after having breakfast as he sent her directly to the venue for the press

conference.

After the car came to a complete stop, Su Ziyue opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, but Qin

Muchen held her hand down before she could do so.

“What’s wrong?” Puzzled, Su Ziyue looked back at him, only to be kissed on the lips.

Feeling the warmth and softness of Qin Muchen’s lips on her own, Su Ziyue subconsciously clenched her hands into

fists out of nervousness.

Qin Muchen held the back of her head and wrapped her fist in his hand while kissing her passionately by prying her

lips open to catch her soft and tender tongue. It was only after a long while did he let go of her.

Su Ziyue was in a daze for a moment when her blank eyes met his inky eyes. Then, she slowly came to her senses

and drew her hand back.

As her gaze moved downward, she happened to see a peculiar pale-red patch on his lips. Turning her face slightly

to one side, she said in a low voice, “My lipstick had come off.”

Qin Muchen gave a light chuckle as he raised his hand to wipe the lipstick mark off his lips.

Su Ziyue pursed her lips upon seeing him wiping off the patch of lipstick spot-on. Does he have an eye on his hand?

Is that why he could wipe the lipstick mark off without looking at the mirror?

“Don’t you need to go inside?” Qin Muchen helped Su Ziyue wipe her lipstick off after having wiped the lipstick mark

off from his lips.

Feeling his slightly rough fingertips rubbing the corner of her mouth, Su Ziyue took his hand off her with a slight

blush. Then, she took her mirror out of her handbag to reapply her lipstick.

Qin Muchen seemed to think that her lipstick was interesting. Seeing him reaching over to touch her lips, Su Ziyue

immediately moved backward.

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She glared at him, asking, “What are you doing?”

“You don’t have to apply any lipstick.” Qin Muchen raised his brows as his gaze fell upon her lips, which looked even

more delicate and tender with the lipstick on them.

Her lips were red enough in the first place, so they looked pretty even without any lipstick on them.

For some reason, Su Ziyue understood what he meant, and she blushed even more. Then, she opened the car door

in a fluster and said, “I’m going inside.”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting for you.” Qin Muchen sat still while fixing his gaze on her without averting his eyes for even a

second.

I’ll be waiting for you…

Su Ziyue felt a surge of warmth in her heart upon hearing his words, for the simple sentence touched her in a way

that was beyond words.

She took a few steps forward and glanced back before walking into the building in long strides.

Qin Muchen slowly wound up the car window when Su Ziyue disappeared from his sight. He felt for a cigarette and

lit it, only to stub it out after taking just a puff on it.

When Su Ziyue reached the conference hall, she checked the time and saw that it was almost 8 a.m.

Even though the press conference would formally begin at 9 a.m., everyone would be present at 8.30 a.m., so she

arrived merely over half an hour earlier than they did.

Actually, she had nothing to do even if she came early, for she had finished the necessary preparations the day

before.

She came early just to familiarize herself with the scene of the press conference. To be honest, she was actually a

little nervous.

Luckily, An Xia came soon after that.

“You came so early, Ziyue. I thought I was early enough,” said An Xia while holding half a cup of unfinished soy milk

in her hand.

Su Ziyue smiled as she gave An Xia a bottle of drinking water, saying, “I have just been here for a while.”

Soon after that, Su Yuanming came as well. He walked up to her with two higher-ups behind him as he greeted,

“Ziyue.”

Su Ziyue gave him a slight nod and called him in a distant manner, “Vice President Su.”

A look of displeasure flashed across Su Yuanming’s eyes when he heard Su Ziyue calling him that way. He reached

out to pat her shoulder, saying, “There are no outsiders here, so you don’t have to call me in such a formal way.”

Su Ziyue merely smiled at him without saying a word. There were things that everyone was aware of, but they had

to pretend like they didn’t know about them.

Upon seeing the expression on her face, Su Yuanming did not say another word. He then turned around and said

something to the higher-ups behind him.

At 9 a.m., all the reporters had arrived, and everyone seated themselves at their respective places.

Su Ziyue sat down next to Su Yuanming with a serious look on her face. However, the tenseness of her expression

proved that she still felt a little nervous deep down inside.

Su Yuanming, who was next to her, suddenly said, “Ziyue, you don’t have to be so nervous.”

“I’m not feeling nervous.” Su Ziyue took a deep breath and turned to look at Su Yuanming.

Su Yuanming nodded at her and said in a slightly meaningful tone, “You have better manners than Yige does.”

Su Ziyue’s heart skipped a beat at his words. Why did he suddenly mention Su Yige?

However, she couldn’t think much about that at the moment, for the press conference had begun.

As the main person-in-charge of the partnership project, Su Ziyue was, of course, the center of attention at the

press conference.

“I would like to give an open and truthful explanation regarding the incident where Miss Gu Hanyan got injured at

the studio while endorsing our company…”

Su Ziyue had thought out these words the day before. Despite feeling a little nervous earlier, she wasn’t nervous

anymore when she gave her speech right now.

Everything went smoothly at a steady pace, and it seemed that nothing had gone wrong as all the questions that

these reporters asked were quite decent.

Suddenly, some of the reporters bowed their heads to look at their cell phones.

Su Ziyue had a bad feeling. She had switched off her cell phone at 9 a.m., and upon seeing the scene, she

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immediately lowered her head and switched on her cell phone.

A piece of news emerged as soon as she switched on her cell phone. She checked the time of publication and saw

that the news was published a minute ago.

She only managed to run her eyes over the title, which read, ‘Gu Hanyan, the international movie star, shows

herself for the first time since her injury. She said frankly…’ Before she could finish reading the title, pandemonium

broke out at the scene.

All the reporters jostled against one another to come in front of her. The security guards responsible for

maintaining order came over, but they only managed to stop some of the reporters.

The reporters stretched out their hands as they tried to hand their microphones toward Su Ziyue. Their questions

no longer conformed to the conventional practice, for they began asking pointed questions that appeared to be

overbearing.

“Miss Su, you have been fully responsible for the app’s partnership project, so it can be said that you have a great

deal of authority. Did you feel jealous of Miss Gu Hanyan because of your past experience? Did you deliberately

orchestrate this incident because you wanted to end her career in show business by disfiguring her?”

“Miss Su, did your elder cousin, Su Yige, suddenly go abroad earlier because you did something that she could no

longer bear with?”

As these reporters hurled more questions at Su Ziyue, they eventually stopped addressing her politely.

“May I ask how did someone with a bad reputation like you make your subordinates listen to your arrangements

when you work as a management personnel at the Su Group?”

“Miss Su, may I ask who was the father of the baby that you aborted when you were still in high school?”

When the question was hurled at her, the scene fell silent for an instant. After that, another round of questioning

began.

Looking dumbfounded, Su Ziyue raised her hand to block the continuously flashing flash lights in front of her as her

face turned a little pale.

She knew that she should calm down quickly and solve the problem right away, but the incident four years ago had

always been a thorn in her flesh that was never removed. Whenever the incident was mentioned, it would sink

deeper into her heart and hurt both her bones and flesh, causing unbearable pain.