After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 93: Can’t Win Over Public Opinion? Resorting to Moral Blackmail?!
Originally, everyone maintained a tacit understanding, trading only verbal barbs. They restrained themselves even when enraged to their breaking point. After all, they were all civilized people.
However, a reckless brute who trampled all decorum had suddenly appeared, greeting a reporter with a heavy slap and leaving everyone stunned.
"You!" Hu Meng gasped, glaring sideways at Shen Fanyun.
She was a well-known figure in the media world, a woman of some social standing. When had she ever been treated like this? What’s more, so many of her peers were watching.
This one slap ignited Hu Meng’s fury and murderous intent. At that moment, she wished for nothing more than to tear this unknown rogue to pieces.
"You will pay a terrible price for your actions!" Hu Meng hissed, threatening him one venomous word at a time.
SLAP!
Shen Fanyun sneered and slapped Hu Meng across the face again. She felt as if her front teeth were coming loose.
What a ruthless man!
"I told you to produce evidence. Cut the nonsense," Shen Fanyun said, looking down on her menacingly.
The crowd of journalists, who had been scrambling for a front-row spot to get the scoop, all recoiled in fear, terrified of sharing Hu Meng’s fate.
Furious and panicked, Hu Meng clutched her stinging face and finally reacted. "Security!" she shrieked. "Where the hell is security?"
"I’m being assaulted right here! What are you security guards paid for? Get out here and restrain this thug!"
There was no response.
Shen Fanyun smirked, looking at Hu Meng as if she were an idiot.
Hu Meng’s brow furrowed deeply as she finally realized she was on Su Xiyang’s territory. How could I possibly summon the security of Su Xiyang’s company?
But I can’t just take this beating for nothing, can I?
"Su Xiyang, so the rumors are true! You really are a person of low character, utterly lacking in breeding and decency."
"As the saying goes, a fish rots from the head down. It’s precisely because of a boss like you that your subordinates are so disrespectful, aiding and abetting your wrongdoing."
Hu Meng had realized by now that Shen Fanyun and Su Xiyang were working together, most likely in a superior-subordinate relationship.
"My colleagues, you’ve seen it for yourselves! I merely spoke a few truths, and Su Xiyang immediately lashed out, trying to use violence to cover up the facts.
"Hah! For a woman like her, we must condemn her in writing. We must strive to ruin her reputation so completely that she can never show her face in Hangcheng City again!"
Hu Meng turned, attempting to incite the crowd to join her in pressuring Su Xiyang.
She had just finished her tirade and turned back when she was met with another heavy slap from Shen Fanyun. This was the third. It was so forceful that she spat a mouthful of bloody foam and nearly lost her footing.
COUGH. COUGH. Hu Meng’s head swam as if it were half-full of water.
Shen Fanyun was no gentle soul. He stepped forward, grabbed Hu Meng by the hair, and yanked her face close to his.
"You think you’re quite the talker, don’t you?"
The scene left everyone present dumbfounded.
In broad daylight, surrounded by news media and cameras, how could someone be so brutally violent? Is this guy lawless or just ignorant of the law? Isn’t he afraid of going to jail? Assault gets you prison time these days. Does he really think Hangcheng City is some kind of lawless land?
"I’ll say it one more time," Shen Fanyun said, his grip tightening. "Since you claim with such certainty that Su Xiyang is having affairs with several married men, then show your proof."
"Now. Immediately. Right away."
As the pain intensified, Hu Meng finally realized she had encountered a truly ruthless man.
"I have no evidence," she blurted out in a panic. Then, she immediately added righteously, "But Su Xiyang’s private life is definitely a mess. There’s no doubt about that!"
How can she be so self-righteous without any evidence?
"What was that?" Shen Fanyun smiled. "Say it again."
"I... I have no evidence," Hu Meng confessed. But she continued with a defiant air, "I can stake my reputation on my accusations against Su Xiyang—"
"What’s your reputation worth?" Shen Fanyun snarled, pulling her hair and slapping her hard across the face. "I told you to produce evidence, and after all this time, you’re telling me you don’t have a single shred?"
"If that’s the case, what gives you the right to claim you witnessed it with your own eyes?"
"That was a careless choice of words," Hu Meng explained hastily. "I apologize, but—"
SLAP!
Shen Fanyun’s blow split her skin, and fresh blood began to drip down her clothes. "I want concrete evidence."
Hu Meng was silent.
The woman who had once been so imperious, the very picture of a social elite, was now a wretched mess. Not only was her beautiful face smeared with blood, but the light in her eyes had also dimmed. She was a horrifying sight.
"Do you have it or not?" Shen Fanyun knew she most likely didn’t. She had probably taken money from Su Ke or simply had a grudge against Su Xiyang and was looking to make trouble. She was using her status as a journalist to publicly slander Su Xiyang, intending to ruin her reputation without a shred of proof.
"I... I..." Hu Meng suddenly lost her nerve.
SLAP!
Shen Fanyun answered her hesitation with another heavy-handed slap. The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances, a chill creeping down their spines.
Su Xiyang saw that Shen Fanyun had set the perfect stage.
She stepped forward to face the reporters and interviewers. Biting her lip gently, she spoke with quiet dignity, "So, do any of the rest of you have evidence?"
"Did you see me consorting with married men or juggling multiple lovers? The kind of thing you witnessed with your own eyes?"
No one made a sound. No one even dared to meet her gaze.
The last person who told a bold-faced lie had her face slapped to a pulp. Who would be foolish enough to volunteer to be next?
"Hah." Su Xiyang scoffed.
That single sound made everyone present want to crawl into a hole. Their faces burned with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt.
Su Xiyang paid the pack of chaos-loving journalists no more heed. She turned and walked over to Su Ke.
Leaning on his cane, Old Master Su let out a customary heavy snort.
In the past, a single snort from him would have sent Su Xiyang into a spiral of anxiety, making her rack her brain to figure out what she had done wrong or how she had angered him. But now?
"What are you snorting about?" Su Xiyang asked coolly.
Su Ke was speechless.
"Su Xiyang, are you really going to defy your superior and disrespect your elders? Is this how you repay me, with such outrageous insolence?" Su Ke demanded, his teeth clenched and his beard trembling with rage.
"Have your wings grown so tough that you won’t even listen to me anymore? I’m the one who raised you! Even if there was no great merit, there was hard work. Do you have any conscience at all?"
Moral blackmail?
