"Ms. Zhuang, Ms. Zhuang, please answer. Someone revealed that you have a scandalous lifestyle and you live scurrilously, is that true?"
"Ms. Zhuang! …"
These people worked shamelessly in journalism, throwing wild comments and questions irresponsibly. The words that were coming out of their mouths were so vulgar that Zhuang Nainai wished she could beat them up!
She clenched her fists. "I didn't…"
"Didn't what? Ms. Zhuang, how do you feel after stealing others' efforts? Have you ever felt guilty in the middle of the night?"
Zhuang Nainai immediately turned and looked at that reporter. "I already said that I didn't do it! How can you manipulate my words! …"
That reporter stepped back. "Ms. Zhuang, am I right to say that you are flying into a rage out of humiliation? You are afraid of being gossiped about when you are capable of plagiarism in the first place? You must be really condescending!"
Zhuang Nainai became more and more heated as they continued to pester her. These people are so good at manipulating words. She only said one line and now she became a condescending person?
Lowering her head, she wanted to squeeze through the crowd and leave. However, they blocked her stubbornly. Someone reached out and grabbed her arm.
Zhuang Nainai turned around to look at that person. "Please let go of me. If not, I will not spare you!"
That reporter was shocked. "Ms. Zhuang, are you threatening me? Because I exposed your news?"
Zhuang Nainai was at an absolute loss for words.
She was being attacked from all sides. These reporters and company employees were different from those upper-class women from rich and powerful families. What they said was offensive and coarse. Every sentence and every word seemed to turn into sharp knives that could cause her death by a thousand cuts.
Those slanders and indignant calls for justice overwhelmed her like an endless sea, making her feel suffocated!
She was so angry that her ears started to ring and her vision started to blur. She felt that she had never been this angry before in her entire life.
Zhuang Nainai's body was trembling. Although she was trying hard to control her emotions, she just could not seem to suppress the ball of rage inside of her. She clenched her fists: Why is it… so difficult to live in the world?!
Just when Zhuang Nainai felt like she could not take it anymore, right before her tears spilled, there was suddenly a commotion in the crowd.
Before she even looked up to understand what was happening, the people in front were suddenly pushed away forcefully by a hand. Next, a towering figure approached and a warm big hand grabbed her wrist firmly. Then, with a forceful tug, she bumped into a warm chest.
"Don't panic." A voice could be heard from above. At this moment, this cold, deep, and emotionless voice was like music to her ears. Zhuang Nainai only felt that she had never ever experienced this sense of security provided by a hug.
Those words also seemed to be the stream of refreshing spring water that helped extinguished the ball of rage inside of her. Instantly, she felt that she regained her rationality, and the rage she was feeling seemed to have dissipated in a second.
Why was she stooping to the levels of these reporters?!
She had wanted to raise her head to confront them openly. However, when her head moved slightly, she could feel a big and warm hand pressing against the back of her head forcefully, restricting her movements.
Then, she heard Si Zhengting's voice. There was fury in his voice right now. "Scram!!"