Translator: 549690339
“I dare stand here because it’s proof!”
“I’ve never been kept by anyone!”
The huge cheating scandal from before was dug up again, as a large number of interviews with Rong Yan at the courthouse door responding to the matter were spread online.
Because Rong Yan responded so ostentatiously, the recordings of Shi Mufeng previously captured were once again topping the trending searches.
Rong Weiwei, who hadn’t attended the court session, watched the news in the nanny car and was so angry that her nose was almost askew.
Rong Yan had actually attended the court session!
What was she trying to imply?
Rong Yan knew full well that attending the court session at this time was akin to slapping her in the face, yet she deliberately made it so high-profile!
Mom had personally gone to KT Entertainment, yet she still hadn’t dropped the lawsuit—heh, such a heartless, ungrateful wretch!
She didn’t think about what she had done to others at all and felt only that Rong Yan was relentlessly pressuring her.
“Bang!” The iPad was thrown away again, making a loud clatter.
The driver and assistant were already accustomed to her bad temper of late. They all held their breath and tried to make themselves less noticeable, lest she take her anger out on them.
After getting over her anger, Rong Weiwei clenched her phone tightly, thought for a moment, and then made a call.
“Where are you? Get to our old spot in the south of the city! I’ll wait for you there, I want to see you in half an hour!”
After she spoke, she didn’t give the other party a chance to refuse and hung up immediately.
Half an hour later, she drove the assistant’s private Beijing Hyundai to a quiet lane outside her residence.
Before long, a black sedan drove up and stopped opposite her.
Rong Weiwei got out of the car and immediately asked impatiently, “Hasn’t Rong Yan contacted you yet?”
Huang Youde, summoned like a servant by her, was already upset. Seeing her aggressive questioning made him even more dissatisfied, but for the sake of money, he held back and said, “No.”
Rong Weiwei glared at him in frustration as if it was his fault, “How can she not have contacted you? It’s been so long, why hasn’t she reached out to you?”
Huang Youde only gave her face because of money. After being questioned by her twice in a row, he couldn’t save face anymore and said coldly, “How would I know? I’m not the roundworm in her stomach, am I? If she doesn’t contact me, there’s nothing I can do.”
He thought he could make a big score, but there was no reaction from the other side, which frustrated him!
Rong Weiwei, already feeling aggrieved and now even more so, complained, “If she hasn’t contacted you, you could contact her! Aren’t you the father of her child? You have her Achilles’ heel in your hands, what are you afraid of?”
Huang Youde knew best whether he was the father of the child or not. Rong Weiwei’s words made him a bit guilty, and he averted his gaze, “You told me to wait for her to contact me. Now she hasn’t, and you’re blaming me. Weiwei, if you’re not satisfied, we might as well not collaborate. It’s not like I have to acknowledge the child!”
“You!” Rong Weiwei, infuriated, said with a livid face, “Mr. Huang, that’s your own son. Are you sure you want to deny your own flesh and blood?”
What’s wrong with everyone these days?
First, there was Director Stephen, who knew she had brought financing into the production, yet he insisted on replacing her.
Now, there was Huang Youde, a man who obviously had a son, yet he acted indifferent and unwilling to acknowledge him!
“At my age, it hardly matters whether I acknowledge him or not,” Huang Youde played the rogue and spread his hands in front of her, “She’s not calling me, so what can I do if I want to acknowledge him?”