Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

“Regarding the things my son has done, it’s my failure in parenting, and it took up so much of everyone’s time and resources. I deeply apologize, and here, I also apologize to Miss Tang and everyone in the Tang Family.”

As she spoke, she stood up and faced the camera, bowing deeply.

At this moment, He An’s father stood in the backstage, very satisfied with her actions, as everything proceeded methodically as he had planned.

However, just as Lun Huiru straightened up, she suddenly faced the camera with a smile.

“I know everyone has a bad impression of my son, thinking he is just a playboy, ruining the Tang Family’s clean threshold, and you are very indignant.”

“But I also want to remind everyone, how much do you really know about Tang Wan?”

“A fly does not bite a seamless egg, is she really as innocent as you think? Does she truly have no flaws?”

…

Below, the reporters began whispering to each other, and the people from He Group on stage looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

That’s not how the script was supposed to go!

“What’s going on? What is this Mrs. He saying? This isn’t part of the procedure, is it?” Reporters who entered the venue were generally aware of the entire conference’s flow in advance, and Lun Huiru’s remarks were completely off-script.

“It seems like she knows something else. These wealthy families have many secrets, surely they all know some not publicly known secrets.”

“Her own son was ruined, and now she wants to drag Tang Wan down too?”

“I’m just curious, what does Tang Wan have that’s worth slandering?”

“This Miss Tang is really unfortunate, being targeted by her son was bad enough, and now she’s being dragged into this.”

…

At this moment, Mr. He in the backstage was already panicking, calling the staff, “Cut her microphone! She’s really gone mad, spouting all kinds of nonsense!”

But before the staff could act, the display behind Lun Huiru switched from the words [Press Conference] to several images.

All were loan receipts from different platforms with varying amounts, but the borrower was the same person…

[Tang Wan].

There was also some personal information, though a few digits were redacted, but local reporters in Pingjiang could tell these documents were authentic.

Then the screen shifted to images of Tang Wan clashing with several sturdy men, with the background only showing an office area, so messy that it was hard to tell where.

However, given the debt documents shown earlier, it wasn’t hard to guess these men were debt collectors.

“What’s going on? Does the Tang Family not have money? Is she borrowing from outside?”

“Dang, if Mr. Tang sees this, his face would turn! He might be furious.”

“I checked with someone at one of the platforms, Miss Tang really borrowed two hundred thousand from them, and it’s almost overdue, if she doesn’t pay on time, her credit will be affected.”

…

Several photos later, the entire hall exploded!

Lun Huiru gripped the microphone tightly, “I don’t know how credible a person she is, what she says, how true it might be, whether my son was pestering her, or if she was intentionally seducing him, it’s really hard to say.”

As soon as her words fell, a rough, murky man suddenly burst from the reporter seats, pointing at her nose, yelling:

“Nonsense! This is all fake, she’s lying!”

Lun Huiru saw who it was and her face instantly turned pale.

The man was corpulent and bulky, with sly, shifty eyes, clearly not a decent man, and he…

was Zhang Defu!