Feng Zhengyang said, “Prepare the depression diagnosis and related medication receipts from the hospital for Qian Qian, photos and videos of us together, and besides that…”
He said decisively, “Chang Weiyu must also be present, to prove that the first time we were photographed together was when we had relations, and that he seduced me.”
He said this directly in front of Chang Weiyu, who was shocked and said, “Mr. Feng, I…”
Feng Zhengyang glanced at him, “What, wasn’t it you who seduced me? Did I force you?”
Chang Weiyu was speechless. Feng Zhengyang turned back and sighed to Jiang, “We’ll salvage whatever reputation we can.”
He knew himself that completely clearing his name was impossible, and would be impossible in this lifetime.
As the conversation was winding down and Jiang was about to leave, the door to Feng Zhengyang’s study was suddenly pushed open with a bang.
Jiang almost got hit by the door and stepped back. Feng Zhengyang thought it was the police again, but when he looked closely, he saw it was Feng Zhengdong.
Feng Zhengdong walked in with momentum, furious. Jiang called out “Second Young Master,” but he ignored her.
Feng Zhengyang and Feng Zhengdong had a decent brotherly relationship. This time, he tried to give his brother some face and asked with a slightly softer tone, “What are you doing?”
Feng Zhengdong saw Chang Weiyu, grabbed his collar, almost lifting him off the sofa, then threw him down and questioned Feng Zhengyang, “What are you doing? Why did you bring him home?”
Feeling the pain spreading, Feng Zhengyang frowned irritably and said with a bad tone, “I naturally have my reasons.”
Feng Zhengdong angrily said, “With Sister-in-law’s body not yet cold, how can you be like this? Not only are you involved with such a person, but you even brought him home?”
Upon hearing him mention Wen Qianqian, Feng Zhengyang’s expression also turned unfriendly. He warned, “Don’t interfere with my business. I’ll bring whoever I want home. This house is my asset and has nothing to do with you.”
Feng Zhengdong said, “You…”
Feng Zhengyang coldly interrupted, “Whether Wen Qianqian is dead or alive, she is my wife. How I treat her is my business. What are you angry about? Put away those dirty thoughts and get out of my house.”
He was essentially accusing Feng Zhengdong of having designs on Wen Qianqian. Feng Zhengdong’s face turned red with anger.
His lips trembled, wanting to say something harsh but unable to, so he angrily turned and left.
Seeing the situation, Jiang quickly took her leave to arrange Feng Zhengyang’s press conference.
After Assistant Jiang left, Feng Zhengyang warned Chang Weiyu again: “Just stay here honestly, don’t move around or talk nonsense. Once things are over, I will naturally release you.”
Chang Weiyu and Feng Zhengyang were interrogated separately. He didn’t know about the song incident and hadn’t heard what Feng Zhengyang told the police. But at this moment, seeing the other’s cold and ruthless face, Chang Weiyu suddenly worried that Feng Zhengyang wanted to use him as a scapegoat.
As Feng Zhengyang was about to leave after giving instructions, Chang Weiyu, in a moment of panic, blurted out: “Wen Qianqian… did you really kill her?”
Feng Zhengyang’s body stiffened, then slowly turned his head, smiling: “What do you think?”
Chang Weiyu immediately regretted his words, stepping back several steps in fear. In that instant, he had only one thought – Feng Zhengyang was going to silence him!
But the next moment, he was kicked in the stomach by Feng Zhengyang.
Feng Zhengyang cursed: “Crazy, I even thought you might have killed her! I warn you, during the press conference, keep your mouth shut!”
Feng Zhengyang’s purpose in holding a press conference was to address the current public relations crisis and restore the company’s image. Assistant Jiang, understanding his intention, arranged it for the nearest available time.
Three days later, at two in the afternoon, the conference was held in the open plaza in front of Feng Zhengyang’s company. The press conference was hosted by Feng Zhengyang’s secretary, Wu Hao, who began by thanking each media outlet and introducing Feng Zhengyang and Chang Weiyu before getting to the main point.
“Since Ms. Wen Qianqian’s death, various false rumors about Dingfeng Real Estate’s chairman Mr. Feng Zhengyang have been spreading. This is disrespectful to the deceased and damages the reputation and normal life of the living. Therefore, our company is holding this press conference to clarify some facts.”
Wu Hao continued solemnly: “Mr. Feng and Ms. Wen have always had a stable marital relationship. There are no true claims about showmanship, domestic violence, or other false allegations. Everyone can ask questions in order, please remain calm!”
The front-row reporters were arranged by Assistant Jiang and asked relatively mild questions, mostly inquiring about Feng Zhengyang and Wen Qianqian’s relationship and Feng Zhengyang’s feelings after her death.
Feng Zhengyang patiently answered everything, occasionally producing physical evidence and becoming emotional to the point of tears, creating a touching scene.
Feng Zhengyang was not quite satisfied, but he was well aware that he could not push too hard. He did not continue to force Chang Weiyu to say anything else, instead taking back the microphone and continuing to sweet-talk the reporters about what had happened that day.
Chang Weiyu sat to the side, thinking about the online discussions that would follow after saying those words. As a grown man, he suddenly felt an impulse to burst into tears.
Since entering the entertainment industry, Chang Weiyu had always adhered to the principle of using all resources and connections to climb up. This indeed had helped him seize many opportunities. As for whether his methods were honorable, Chang Weiyu believed that as long as it did not cause him personal loss, it did not matter.
Only now did he realize that temporary gains did not guarantee permanent success. Not everyone was like Luo Yingbai, who was too lazy to care about such “small matters.” Chang Weiyu thought he could step on others by abandoning his dignity, but now he had encountered an even more shameless Feng Zhengyang, who had almost destroyed all the carefully cultivated career he had built.
Feng Zhengyang.”
The scene between Feng Zhengyang and Chang Weiyu was live-streamed online, and netizens let out disappointed boos from the other side of the screen.
From the secret meeting between Feng Zhengyang and Chang Weiyu to Feng Zhengyang’s “heroic rescue” of him from surrounded reporters, the events had always been dramatic. Although their actions were hard to stomach, it became a topic of conversation. Many speculated on whether “Feng Zhengyang truly loved Chang Weiyu” or “what charm Chang Weiyu had to defeat Wen Qianqian.”
Within two days, Feng Zhengyang dismantled their supposed relationship, with love turning into mere use. Many commented, “I’ll never believe in love again,” while others mocked Chang Weiyu’s karmic retribution, saying he deserved what he got.
A reporter, unwilling to listen to Feng Zhengyang’s evasive talk, suddenly stood up and asked, “Chang Weiyu, please answer me, did you have designs on Feng Zhengyang early on and because of this, harbored resentment and killed Wen Qianqian?!”
This accusation was severe. Chang Weiyu’s face turned pale, and he stammered, “How can you say that? That’s too much! Wen Qianqian’s death has nothing to do with me! I, I just…”
Gritting his teeth, he continued to clear his name: “I only hoped to gain benefits from Mr. Feng Zhengyang.”
Feng, so I actively… actively seduced him. I don’t actually like him, I’m not gay, why would I harm Wen Qianqian!”
