CHAPTER XLIV
At Tuesday's press conference, a lot of people came, and the major mainstream media showed up one after another, setting up video cameras and waiting for the show to begin.
Obviously, everyone wants to hear how this new generation of headline emperors, who made three headlines in two days, whitewashed themselves in a high-sounding manner. People want to see what kind of routine this cold and mysterious girl is taking? Whether the rumors are righteous words of condemnation or pretending to be pitiful and sympathetic.
Wen Yan's expression was beyond everyone's expectations.
She sat there with a haggard face, no red circles, no anger or shame, as if she was fully prepared for what might happen next. At this time, she was as calm and silent as people saw on the screen for the first time, with a hint of perseverance in her eyes.
"Miss Wen Yan, I heard that you never accept exclusive interviews, this time, do you want to clarify because of the recent scandal?" The first to ask questions was a senior reporter from one of the largest media outlets in China, and he spoke sharply and aggressively as soon as he opened his mouth.
And the entertainment media people sitting next to him showed excited expressions and listened attentively.
Wen Yan didn't hesitate, just frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied: "Scandal? If you think so, I don't think we need to continue. β
Obviously, the veteran reporter was choked up enough and hurriedly changed his words: "It's not a scandal, it's just some rumors that are bothering you." β
Wen Yan replied generously: "Those rumors are true, Yan Shujun is my mother, and Wen Shijun is my father." β
The audience was in an uproar. Although this relationship has long been exposed by insiders, it is still a bit unbelievable to hear Wen Yan admit it in person. Yin Zhan, who was sitting next to Wen Yan, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his heart rose to his throat.
The questions that follow are more subtle and interesting.
"So, is it to correct my mother's name?" The reporter didn't give up.
"Justification? Well, that's a good word. Wen Yan's tone sounded a little cheerful, but the expression on his face was cold and bland, "My mother did fall in love with my father before he married someone else, and there was already me at that time, as for the rest of the matter, I think only the person concerned knows best, and I, because I don't fully understand the whole story, so it's inconvenient to say more, and those who pay close attention to this matter, I don't think it's really necessary to make some unwarranted speculation about a piece of the past, isn't it?" β
As we all know, six years ago, actress Yan Shujun was exposed for meddling in other people's families, and jumped off the building because she couldn't bear the rumors outside, but the truth has always been a mystery, and the industry has always been secretive about this matter. Now that Wen Yan said this, it was clear that she was unhappy for her mother, she was suing the world, her mother was never a third party, not a junior hated by everyone, she just fell in love with someone when she was young, and she didn't get it in the end. She shouldn't have suffered such a tragic consequence, let alone infamy.
The huge conference hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone was silent, not knowing whether they were touched or didn't know what to say for a while.
Yin Zhan, who had done countless preparations in advance, was a little nervous at this time, in order to suppress his shock, he deliberately drank two large pots of tea before the opening, and he was really a little unable to hold back at this time, facing the aggressive faces, he was even more restless, holding his hair uncontrollably, and his round face was red.
In the end, after many years of mixed entertainment, the senior reporter quickly relieved himself, he sorted out his thoughts and continued to ask: "In this case, why didn't you stand up and clarify earlier?" β
He paused, as if realizing that something was wrong, and then changed his words, "Oh, the right name. β
Wen Yan smiled, with a little helplessness in his words: "Because I am young, I don't understand, I always feel that the clear person is self-clearing, thinking that those vicious rumors are completely unnecessary to ignore, and I later learned that this is not the case." β
"Miss Wen thinks that's not the case?"
"Public opinion is crushing people!" Wen Yan said as if jokingly, but extremely sternly, "I think the deceased deserves the greatest respect in the world, what do you say?" β
The senior reporter was a little speechless, and only replied after a while: "Of course." β
A young reporter in the audience finally couldn't help but ask: "I heard that Miss Wen lost an important film contract because of this, is it also a rumor?" β
Speaking of which, Yin Zhan finally couldn't sit still, of course he knew what the so-called important film contract was, love was sent to the door was a pimple in his heart, Bai Xiao deliberately hooked up with director Luo Di, and Wen Yan was replaced, which has nothing to do with her headlines, Wen Yan can be unfair for himself, but he can't pay for other people's despicable behavior.
"Hey, this friend, you're a reporter, please be sober." Yin Zhan cleared his throat and said decently, "We did lose a piece of contract, but this incident came first, and the relationship between Miss Wen Yan and her mother was reported by you later. β
The young reporter suddenly felt embarrassed, from his cheeks to the base of his neck, but he had to pretend to be calm and perseveringly ask: "I heard that Miss Wen was very painful because she intervened in other people's feelings, but failed, so she was very painful, began to indulge herself, and did not take her work seriously, which caused the dissatisfaction of the director and producer, so she was replaced, is this the case?" β
Yin Zhan was almost angry to death, and wanted to smash the reporter's face with the microphone, but heard Wen Yan's calm voice coming from the side of his ear.
"No, not at all." She didn't even raise an eyebrow, always with a calm, unobtrusive smile.
The mainstream media group sitting in the audience are a little deflated, this girl is completely playing Tai Chi, not only is she not forced to cry, but she can also answer all kinds of bitter questions thrown out with ease, so that the media gods who are used to seeing the wind and waves are speechless, and now they are completely passive, in a weak position, and they can't catch any loopholes and handles in Wen Yan's words, what do they write?
"Well......" The veteran reporter who asked the first question was also a little embarrassed, and was trying to search his mind for the next question that was vicious enough to be overwhelmed, when he suddenly heard a small sigh from the back row of the room.
The moment Gu Heng appeared, Wen Yan unexpectedly flashed a little panic in his heart, and it was difficult to tell whether it was an expectation or a kind of apprehension.
But the media was boiling. It's like grasping a life-saving straw, they don't need Wen Yan to say a word at all now, they don't need to think about it, just by virtue of Gu Heng's sudden appearance at Wen Yan's press conference, it is enough for them to add fuel and vinegar to write for three days and three nights.
Yin Zhan was also boiling, he hurriedly grabbed Wen Yan's arm, but his eyes were fixed on Gu Heng, and he stammered: "Sister, this, this, what's the situation?" How did he come here? I, I swear I didn't sue him about it. β
Wen Yan was expressionless: "Of course you don't need to sue him, what he wants to do, naturally someone will do it for him." β
Without hesitation, the video recorder and microphone switched angles one after another, accurately aimed at Gu Heng, and clicked the shutter. This is definitely tomorrow's front-page headlines, the handsome and golden boss Gu Heng is deeply trapped in peach blossoms, showing affection with his old lover on the one hand, and entangled with new gossip objects on the other, with old friends, and not forgetting new friends, it is really enough to love and like the new and hate the old!
However, before the group of reporters could ask, Gu Heng's sharp gaze had already fallen on Wen Yan.
"What do you think you can change by talking about it here? This road, you can't go on after all, people like you are fundamentally incompatible with this circle, Wen Yan, I said, you can't break away from the Gu family, you can't succeed. β
The audience was in an uproar again. What's going on, what kind of routine? I've never seen it! The questions raised by the gossip boyfriend turned out to be more vicious and inhumane than those of them?
Wen Yan was so indifferent that there was a flash of loss in her transparent eyes, and soon, she gathered all the feelings that she shouldn't have, and then smiled disapprerovingly, her eyes teasing, "A person like me? In Mr. Gu's eyes, what kind of person am I? β
"Selfish, conceited, self-righteous." Gu Heng stared at Wen Yan with blazing eyes, and said contemptuously and unceremoniously.
Wen Yan was silent for a long time and chuckled: "Mr. Gu's evaluation of me is really pertinent. β
The sound of the shutter has not stopped, and the greedy and merciless recording of the water and fire between the two people are not to-head.
Gu Heng only stayed in the conference hall for about three minutes, and his appearance seemed to be just to humiliate Wen Yan, but sadly found that there was no emotion caught in Wen Yan's overly calm face, sadness or grievance, anger or dissatisfaction, not at all. In addition to the reporters who stimulated the boiling of wolf blood, in addition to being more disgusted with themselves.
"Mr. Gu."
The moment Gu Heng walked out of the venue, Wen Yan suddenly stopped him, and he stopped, tilted his head slightly, and caught a glimpse of that cold face with his peripheral vision.
Wen Yan stood up in front of everyone, her posture was straight, her skeleton was tall, and a plain white and elegant high-necked shirt set off her arrogant and cold temperament. Under the light, she raised her chin slightly, and her calm and resolute eyes looked directly at Gu Heng without shying away, and her voice was not big or small, but it was enough to shock the audience.
"If you think that this can make me bow my head, you are very wrong, yes, I used to be a hired servant of the Gu family, but I don't steal or rob, I live with my own hands, in the same way, I stand here today, and I don't expect anyone to believe in me unconditionally and have mercy on me, because I know it's impossible, the reason why I'm standing here is just to tell you that I am not a person who will please others, nor am I a person who can change himself for anyone, if my savings make anyone feel awkward or embarrassed, then I'm sorry, Because I'm not prepared to change your mind, and I'm not prepared to change myself, no matter what others think of me, slander me, suppress me, and try to trample me under my feet, I won't admit defeat. β
Silence, long silence.
The shutter suddenly stopped ringing, and there was no excitement and meaningful admiration, and the reporters, who were still boiling with wolf blood, looked at each other at this moment, and Wen Yan's words seemed to give them a lot of shock.
Gu Heng's tall and straight back stood there for a long time, even almost stiff, until the whispers of reporters became clearer and clearer in his ears, and then he woke up, raised his steps and hurriedly left.
After the meeting, Wen Yan and Yin Zhan strode away. Yin Zhan didn't feel anxious at this time, and followed behind Wen Yan and praised again and again: "Sister, the reporters seem to be impressed by you." β
Wen Yan smiled, "A journalist will never be impressed by anyone." After a pause, he added, "They will only be convinced by the truth." β
Yin Zhan nodded: "Sister, I'm actually quite surprised, because with what I know about you, I don't think you really have such a ghost thing as a press conference." β
Wen Yan didn't stop, and said as he walked: "Then with your understanding of me, what do you think I will do?" β
Yin Zhan thought for a moment: "I don't think you can handle it." You choose not to listen to those voices and concentrate on doing your own thing. β
Wen Yan turned his head and glanced at Yin Zhan, as if he was a little surprised: "Hmm." β
Yin Zhan was even more confused: "Then why do you want to open it?" β
"Because you've already agreed." Wen Yan suddenly stopped and looked at him with a complex and profound look, "Yin Zhan, I hope you understand that some words cannot be taken back, whether intentionally or unintentionally, because there will always be some people who will take what you say casually to heart, and then infinitely magnify and look forward to it." This kind of thing can't be delayed, you have to solve it. β
Yin Zhan blushed again, feeling ashamed, he shouldn't have made a decision for Wen Yan casually, and he was a little touched, he didn't know what to say for a long time, but his eyes were a little red, and he nodded in a nasal voice after a while: "Sister, I remember." β
Wen Yan raised his hand and pulled down his hair that was scratched by himself: "Just remember." β
Yin Zhan smiled innocently, and then let out a long sigh of relief: "My mother, it's finally over, these reporters have really sharp eyes, really poisonous mouths, it's really hard to fool, and that Gu Heng, sister, did he have a grudge against you in his last life or what?" I was naΓ―ve enough to think he was here to help us. β
Wen Yan paused, then raised his steps and continued to walk out, his voice fluttering: "Don't take it to heart, you are not the only one who is naΓ―ve......"