166 Young Madam Xiu

Jiang Mei Ling almost spat out the tea she just sipped as a prominent television network suddenly broadcasted the press conference conducted by XCG to introduce the future matriarch of the Xiu household.

"Sh**! She's back from the dead?! Or is that an imposter?!" Her mouth was gaping at the television.

"Can you watch your mouth? You're holding our child." Lu Shaoting frowned as he reprimanded her expression.

"Oops. Sorry, Baby." She looked down on her daughter, then chuckled at her husband. "She won't remember it anyway."

Lu Shaoting continued to frown, not towards her, but on the television screen.

Since he is the heir to the entertainment company, he had known about XCG's heir and his wife. The news of their incident was also kept within the elite, so he knew that the lady smiling in front of the camera should be dead.

"Shao..." Jiang Mei Ling was getting worried because of his dangerous expression.

Lu Shaoting suddenly stood up. "I need to check on something."

"Oh...okay..." Mei was still skeptical as she received a kiss on her forehead before her husband left the house.

She continued watching the broadcast with the headline, 'Young Madam Xiu, the Woman Behind XCG's CEO' as she was also filled with suspicion.

Her face lit up, as if remembering something. Then she reached for her phone and dialled a contact.

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"Hello, everyone. My name is Agatha Yang. Masaichi and I had been married for eight years now." Agatha Yang's dimples showed as she flashed a bright smile for the multiple cameras to capture.

"That's right. We have a son, but he is currently studying abroad." Masaichi supplemented the statement with as much facts as he could share.

Camera flashes flooded their faces. Reporters asked questions at the same time.

Agatha kept her diplomatic smile. Masaichi had a hint of a smile as he admired her composure.

Finally, Riley Adams calmed the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, please be reminded that this press conference is systematic. We had drawn numbers awhile back, and you can ask questions based on your order."

A reporter raised a card labeled '1' as he asked, "Why are you only revealing this marriage now?" He raised the microphone he was holding towards the stage. The rest of the reporters closed in to get everything on video or audio recording.

Masaichi Xiu cleared his throat. "We never made it secret. Sure, we got married abroad, but those in the upper class knew of our union. We did not see the need to announce it to everyone...at that time." He emphasized every word as he calmly answered.

"So you think there is a need to do this now?"

"Yes. We believe that this would lessen his invitations for meet-and-greet, a common futile attempt for people who did not know of the marriage in getting him into a relationship with other people." Agatha Yang flashed a rather teasing smile.

"Why does your son studying abroad? Did you want him to be away?"

Agatha pursed her lips as her eyes started to well up. She really misses her son, so bad that she hates every moment away from him, being dead to him.

Masaichi noticed the change in her expression. He held her hand which was concealed under the linened table.

He cleared his throat again. "The quality of education and safety were our parameters in selecting the best school for him. However, we do see him on a regular basis."

"Is this marriage only for the business or CEO Xiu, do you love your wife?"

Masaichi tenderly looked at the woman beside him who was about to cry.

"We admit that it was initially for the business, but right now, I am certain that I love my wife. I will never let anything happen to her." He said it with so much conviction and sincerity, convincing almost all the reporters present.

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"Sh**! What is that woman doing?! How dare she reveal herself! Dam**t!"

The sound of broken wine glass echoed in the room.

Ming Rushi was as beet red as she was fuming with anger.

Then she dialled a number on her phone.

After two rings, it was connected. "Yes, Young Mistress?"

"Did you find that woman's family?!"

"They are within our perimeter. Just say the word and they will be in front of you." The voice of the man can mimick a casanova's, but with a dangerous tone.

"Get them to the 12th of the 5th by 1700H tomorrow." She hung up.