Warm Marriage: Sheng Pampers His Wife

Chapter 55 Retribution
Song Ying was still feeling relieved. In the largest shopping mall in S City, Wei Qiuping was furious.

Naturally, he was pissed off by Weibo.

Originally, she was accompanying Song Siyuan to look at the clothes. At first, when she saw others pointing at them, she thought they were praising Song Siyuan for being handsome, but they were laughing at her!

They despised her, dismissed her identity, and even called her a mistress in front of her. Not only that, they also yelled at Song Daoan, Song Mianmian and Song Siyuan.

Wei Qiuping looked at the hate speeches on Weibo, and her face lost all joy.

Song Siyuan also saw the news on Weibo. Although he was shocked, he was not as angry as Wei Qiuping.

Because there is no reason, it was true that Wei Qiuping was a mistress 20 years ago, and it was true that Song Daoan cheated, and he couldn't justify these things.

Taking a deep breath, Song Siyuan put the clothes that Wei Qiuping took out back on the hanger, and said, "Mom, let's go back first!"

If Wei Qiuping is here, something will happen.

Song Daoan felt that he should plan ahead, but he was one step too late.As soon as he stepped out of this internationally renowned luxury store, a group of people with long guns and short cannons came from a distance.

At the same time, someone behind him shouted: "Here, here, people are here, hurry up." Song Siyuan: "..."

In a daze, those journalist-like people ran closer and surrounded the two of them with lightning speed.

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"Mrs. Song, there are rumors on the Internet that you are a mistress. Do you admit this statement?"

"Mrs. Song, how do you explain that you went abroad with Mr. Song Daoan and Mr. Song during college?"

"And Young Master Song, do you know that you are Xiaosan's child? What do you think about the fact that your mother is a third party?"

"Also, what do you have to explain about the fact that your step-sister Song Ying married Admiral Xia instead of your own sister Song Mianmian?"

"Young Master Song..."

In front of him was a mouth that opened and closed, like a mouth full of blood, and it was about to swallow him in the next moment.

Song Siyuan frowned.

After a while, he relaxed.

"I..." He stared fixedly at the reporters present, paused for a moment, and restrained himself from saying too harsh words: "As for your question, I think I..."

"I'm not a junior."

Wei Qiuping is really going to explode, what are these people doing?I ran over and asked her if she was a mistress. She has been Mrs. Song for so many years. Isn't it obvious if she is a mistress?
Pulling the hesitant Song Siyuan behind him, Wei Qiuping stared contemptuously at the female reporter who asked questions first, and said arrogantly, "I'm not a mistress, this lady, please apologize to me!"

After all, she has been Mrs. Song for many years, and she can also bluff people when she really puts on a posture. The female reporter trembled in fright, and said without confidence: "Then how does Mrs. Song explain the photo?"

"Yes, Mrs. Song, what's the matter with the photo?" Another reporter interjected, "As we all know, you married Mr. Song 15 years ago, but you already had two children before that. Ms. Song Mianmian's You said the birth was an accident, but what about Master Song Siyuan's? Is this also an accident?"

Wei Qiuping: "..."

"Mrs. Song, are you unable to answer? Or are we asking the truth, and you cannot answer?" There were senior entertainment journalists in the entertainment industry present. They had interviewed many important figures, and they did not place Wei Qiuping on the list. in the eyes.

"The photo is real, but it was taken after I was with Dao'an." Wei Qiuping tried her best not to show her timidity.

"Then what do you say about the fact that Young Master Song is older than 15?"

"How old is Siyuan this year has anything to do with you?"

"It's okay, but we want to know. Mrs. Song must be very concerned about this matter. I think you should explain it. If you can explain it clearly, there will be fewer rumors about you being a mistress on Weibo..."

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It was already night when Song Ying saw this interview about Wei Qiuping.

It was raining outside, and the raindrops were pattering against the window. She sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on the computer page.

After a long time, she laughed out loud.

Wei Qiuping's brain has rusted probably because of being a rich wife all these years, so she rushed to discuss an explanation with the entertainment reporter.I don't even think about it, Yuji earns its living by eye-catching news, no matter how she answers, they will find new questions to embarrass her.

Compared with her, Song Siyuan's performance this time is exemplary.

I don't know what he has experienced this year, his personality has changed so much.

Song Ying smiled and pressed her forehead suddenly.

Not to mention the present, Wei Qiuping has not been smart in the past ten years.

Except for the fox pretending to be the tiger, she really doesn't have many skills.

Unfortunately, Lin Xueming couldn't beat her.

Song Ying recalled the scene where Lin Xueming was so angry at night that Song Daoan and Wei Qiuping were so angry that Lin Xueming was crying secretly at night, and she was silent.

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10:30 in the evening.

Bihai Villa.

Usually at this time, the living room was brightly lit, and Aunt Zhang stood at the door of the kitchen, holding the home phone, and dialing out again and again.Song Siyuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly watching the rain hitting the leaves outside.

Sitting alone on the sofa, Wei Qiuping got angry for a while, and suddenly complained, "Siyuan, you shouldn't have dragged me away."

She had already thought up the perfect speech, as long as she said it, the people who scolded her on the Internet would be reduced by at least half, but Song Siyuan dragged her away before she could finish speaking.

"It's useless if you say it." Song Siyuan turned his head, looked at Wei Qiuping and said seriously: "Everything you say will be misinterpreted by those reporters. They are Yuji."

In recent years, many serious journalists have given up their professional conservatism of truth-seeking, truth-seeking, and objectivity, let alone entertainment journalists.

They just want to win attention, and the truth means nothing to them.

But then again, what Wei Qiuping wants to say is not the truth.

The real truth has already been picked up by the majority of netizens.

Song Siyuan didn't want to discuss this matter anymore, so he asked Aunt Zhang, "Did you call my dad?"

"Done. Sir said he was on his way back."

"Yeah." Song Siyuan glanced outside, and continued to ask: "Where is my sister's phone number? Have you gotten through?"

"I can't get through." Aunt Zhang said awkwardly: "There has been no answer."

Song Siyuan frowned upon hearing this, "Call her roommate and ask if she has gone back to school?"

"Stop beating!" Wei Qiuping immediately stopped her when she heard that she was going to find Song Mianmian's roommate, "Your sister is not at home, so she must have gone back to school."

"Not necessarily." Song Siyuan pursed his lips and nodded to Aunt Zhang, "Ask her roommate."

"She must be at school!" Wei Qiuping said firmly.

Song Siyuan looked at her without speaking.

Wei Qiuping was flustered by his stare, and she pretended to be calm and said: "Your sister has class tomorrow, where will she go if she doesn't go back to school!"

"She can go to many places." There was a light at the gate, and Song Siyuan raised his hand to cover his eyes, and when the light disappeared, he put down his hand and said, "Anyway, no matter where she goes, we have to find her. It's better to be careful at this time." .”

(End of this chapter)