Chapter 131

Lin Jiahui felt an instant surge of confidence when she saw so many reporters surrounding her.

“I could be considered Lu Yunche’s foster mother.”

“Foster mother?”

“Then may I ask, what exactly happened between you and Lu Yunche?”

“Why did you choose to speak out today? Was it because Lu Yunche did something?”

Lu Yunche sat on stage, expressionless.

Su Hua stood up from the audience, took the microphone from the host, and smiled.

“Since everyone is so interested in my boss’s affairs, why don’t we all sit down and have a proper conversation?

A guest is a guest, and I’m also curious to know what kind of person Boss’s foster mother is.”

The young girl wore simple jeans and a sweater, yet she didn’t look shabby at all.

Instead, she exuded an air of nobility.

They say clothes make the person, but in her case, the person made the clothes.

Such simple attire looked high-class when worn by her.

Her smile was impeccably appropriate—the standard smile for social interactions.

Interrupted by Su Hua, Lin Jiahui felt inexplicably guilty and pointed at her, scolding, “You—you, who are you? Do you have a right to speak here?”

The moment her words fell, the room went silent.

Even the photographers stopped taking pictures, staring at Lin Jiahui in disbelief.

“I’m Lu Yunche’s boss. Whether Lu Yunche can earn money depends entirely on me. You tell me, do I have the right to speak here?”

Lin Jiahui froze.

She knew Lu Yunche’s resurgence was due to a powerful woman, but she never imagined it would be such a young girl standing before her.

“You—you…” Lin Jiahui stuttered, unable to form a sentence.

Su Hua maintained her perfect smile.

“Everyone, please have a seat. Give Ms. Lin a chair.”

Su Hua’s unconventional approach left Lin Jiahui bewildered.

The boss behind the scenes had instructed her to say a few words and leave.

But now, how was she supposed to leave?

“What’s wrong? Wasn’t Ms. Lin planning to accuse Lu Yunche? I’ll back you up. Please, have a seat.”

With those words, Lin Jiahui had no choice but to stay.

On the live stream:

“Oh my god, President Gu is so domineering!”
“Forgive me, but I honestly thought she was about to drown Lin Jiahui with money.”
“Same, couldn’t agree more!”
“Hahahaha!”
“This so-called foster mother is clearly suspicious.”
“Notice how President Gu immediately called her by her surname? She obviously knows.”
“Waiting for the face slap moment!”

At the press conference, Lin Jiahui sat on stage, trembling as she faced the numerous reporters.

She never expected things to escalate to this point.

Su Hua naturally took over as the host.

“First, may I ask how should we address this self-proclaimed foster mother of Lu Yunche?”

“I—I’m Lin.”

“Alright, Ms. Lin, you said you are Lu Yunche’s foster mother. How did that come about?”

Perhaps feeling doubted, Lin Jiahui became agitated.

“When he was seven, his parents died in a plane crash. My husband and I kindly adopted him.”

“Oh.”

Su Hua nodded.

“And what was the relationship between you, your husband, and Lu Yunche’s parents?”

“My husband was a friend of Lu Yunche’s father. Let me tell you, no friend would be so kind as to take in someone else’s burden.”

Su Hua smiled faintly.

“As far as I know, after Lu Yunche’s parents’ plane crash, the insurance company paid five million. Because you adopted him, that money was transferred to your account. Is that true?”

“What do you mean by that? Are you implying we adopted him for money?”

“Ms. Lin,” Su Hua looked at her with calm, unwavering eyes.

“Just answer yes or no.”

Meeting her gaze, Lin Jiahui felt as though she had been thrown into icy water on a snowy day.

Her entire body froze.

Subconsciously, she answered honestly, “Yes.”

The reporters silently recorded everything, their eyes filled with shock.

Su Hua’s demeanor resembled that of a sharp lawyer or a police officer.

“When Lu Yunche was seven, you had no income and were a housewife. Your husband earned an annual salary of only 100,000. Am I correct?”

Lin Jiahui wanted to deny it, but under Su Hua’s gaze, she trembled and couldn’t lie.

“Yes.”

“From the five million, let’s calculate. If we assume Lu Yunche spent 100,000 per year from age seven to eighteen, that totals 1.1 million. The remaining 3.9 million—did you give it to Lu Yunche when he came of age?”

“No—I didn’t come here to talk about this. I just wanted to say he’s ungrateful, he—”

“Did you give it to him?”

The hall was silent except for Su Hua’s cold voice.

Despite the crowd, one could hear a pin drop.

Under immense pressure, Lin Jiahui burst into tears.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Alright, maybe some would argue that foster care shouldn’t be measured in money. But when Lu Yunche turned twenty, he transferred you ten million as gratitude for raising him. From then on, he severed ties with you. Is this true?”

“Y-Yes.”

Lin Jiahui continued crying.

Su Hua smiled faintly.

“Two months ago, Lu Yunche was worthless. His career had plummeted. Did you ever call to ask how he was doing? Did you ever offer him a cent of support?”

Lin Jiahui sobbed and stayed silent.

She regretted coming here more than anything.

“Did you?”

“N-No…”

In front of so many people, she couldn’t lie.

Su Hua’s gaze shifted to Lin Hao, who was covering his mouth in the distance.

She smiled coldly.

“Yet recently, as Lu Yunche rose again, your son was about to get married, and you called him to ask for money. Did this happen?”

Su Hua’s overpowering aura completely shattered Lin Jiahui.

She was just an ordinary housewife, unaccustomed to such confrontations.

Her fleeting moment of vanity had turned into overwhelming fear.

“I—I was wrong. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted my son’s wedding to be grand. I had no bad intentions.”

“No bad intentions?” Su Hua sneered.

“Leeching off him like a vampire just because of some old ties—do you have a conscience?”

“He—he has money. Even if I take some, he’ll earn more.”

“Does having money mean he deserves to be exploited by you?” Su Hua’s eyes burned with anger.

“His money was earned through endless hard work. From the age of eighteen, he entered the entertainment industry. Did you ever see him stay awake for nights on end just to meet filming schedules?

His money is his own. Even if he throws it away, he has the right to do so!

And have you forgotten how you mistreated him when he was young?

Everyone knows Lu Yunche has a temper, but have you ever wondered why?”

Su Hua pointed at Lin Jiahui.

“It’s because of this woman!”

Covering her face, Lin Jiahui sobbed uncontrollably.

Things she once took for granted had been laid bare in front of everyone, and shame overwhelmed her.

She was wrong.

From the very beginning, she had been wrong.