NCCnovel Chapter 153 Focus
Chapter 153 Focus
The audience's emotions seemed to be aroused to the extreme by this series of information, and the comment section was almost refreshed with new information.
Su Yanqing glanced at the frantically refreshing information on the screen, then looked back at Yang Feng and ordered, "Explain it clearly."
Her tone was calm, as if everything was still under control.
"Su Xiyao found me last night and told me everything that happened at the banquet."
Yang Feng's voice trembled a little, "She also hinted that I should spread this news."
When he said this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, as if he saw the scene of last night again.
Su Yanqing pressed on, "Then what about the previous claim that someone witnessed an ambiguous relationship between me and the two young masters? Who are they exactly?"
Her eyes were like knives, staring at Yang Feng.
"They were all hired by Su Xiyao to act."
Yang Feng raised his head and quickly waved his hands in denial, "I really don't know anything else. Our agreement was that I would be responsible for telling the story, while she would manipulate public opinion."
His expression seemed very sincere, as if he really knew nothing.
Su Yanqing chuckled expressionlessly, "So this is how the so-called truth came about. It's truly irrefutable evidence."
The tone was full of sarcasm and helplessness.
Yang Feng's head, which had been held high, gradually drooped. "There's nothing I can do. If you want to attract attention now, you have to have novel content to survive!"
There was a sense of sadness and powerlessness in his words.
Seeing that Su Yanqing didn't say anything, Yang Feng was anxious to distance himself from the matter, so he quickly said, "Oh, by the way, Miss Su. In order to continue working with me, Su Xiyao told me some news about you. I don't know if it's true or not."
There was a hint of hesitation and uneasiness in his words.
Su Yanqing raised her eyebrows and looked at Yang Feng with interest.
There was a sharp gleam in her eyes, as if she could see through everything.
Yang Feng avoided her gaze, glanced at the live broadcast screen, and lowered his voice: "This matter is related to your identity. It's not appropriate to talk about it in front of so many people, right?"
He seemed to be deliberately creating a tense atmosphere, but his eyes showed more panic and escape.
After hearing this, Su Yanqing frowned, her eyes full of confusion.
She was silent for a moment, obviously considering the significance of the question and the underlying intentions.
She asked, "My identity?"
He walked towards Yang Feng involuntarily, with confusion and inquiry in his eyes.
"What's the deal with my identity?"
Su Yanqing leaned down and put her ear as close to Yang Feng's mouth as possible, wanting to hear his answer clearly, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.
At this moment, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the sudden force made her stunned for a moment.
Before Su Yanqing could react, the strong hand had already pulled her aside.
Su Yanqing turned her head and saw a pair of cold eyes under the cold mask, staring at her coldly.
Then, the man known as the eldest young master was heard to say in a cold voice to another man standing nearby: "An Mo, take him back and hand him over to the old man."
The live broadcast suddenly stopped, as if suggesting that something unusual was about to happen.
At this moment, Yang Feng was covered in the mouth by An Mo who suddenly appeared, and then he was dragged out of the room and disappeared behind the door.
Su Yanqing stood there, a puzzled and bewildered expression on her face: "What happened to what he just said about my identity?"
When Yang Feng was taken out of the room, the eldest young master's gaze remained on the closed door for a moment. After confirming that everything had returned to normal, he turned to look at Su Yanqing, who looked bewildered.
Facing her questioning gaze, the young master shrugged his shoulders lightly, his tone revealing helplessness: "I don't know what's going on either."
"Then why did you stop him and let me finish listening?"
Su Yanqing pressed the issue, her tone filled with both dissatisfaction and confusion.
At this moment, the eldest young master raised his chin slightly and pointed at the surveillance screen that had turned black. "There were so many people watching this live broadcast just now. Whatever he said about your identity is likely to cause all kinds of speculation among the audience. You definitely don't want to be the focus of everyone's discussion anymore, right?"
This explanation sounds reasonable.
After hearing this, although Su Yanqing was still confused, she lowered her head and stopped asking questions.
However, these questions were like a small stone, weighing heavily on her heart, making her feel extremely heavy.
At the same time, outside the villa, the other side was also filled with anxiety.
Su Xiyao stood outside the door, pacing back and forth, her face full of anxiety and helplessness.
Finally, after a long wait, Uncle Guo appeared.
Su Xiyao immediately stepped forward and asked almost for help: "Uncle Guo, do you know if the old man is awake now?"
As she spoke, she instinctively reached out to pull at Uncle Guo's sleeve, hoping to get some help.
However, unexpectedly, Uncle Guo, who was usually kind to others, acted unusually cold at this moment. He pushed her hand away and took a step back, looking at her with a cautious and even disgusted look.
"Miss Su, please forgive me. The old man doesn't want to see anyone today, including you."
When Su Xiyao heard this, she became even more anxious. She kept stamping her feet, trying to express her inner sense of urgency and her desire to see the old man again.
Uncle Guo sneered and glared at Su Xiyao: "After what you did, you still have the nerve to go see the old man now?"
"I……"
"The old man originally asked you to be our eldest young master's fiancée because he saw that you two got along very well at the ball. Even though he didn't think well of you, he could only reluctantly accept it for the sake of the young master. However, now you don't care about the young master's reputation at all. Do you think you can ever see the old man again?"
Normally, Su Xiyao never took Uncle Guo seriously and always looked down on this old butler with gray hair.
But now, with tears streaming down her face, she reached out her hand tremblingly, gently grasped Uncle Guo's wrist, and pleaded in a low voice, "Uncle Guo, I beg you. I know the old man will listen to you. Please help me and let me see him, even if it's only once."
Uncle Guo raised his head, his expression even colder than before, and slowly pushed her hand away: "Miss Su, you'd better go back. The old man won't see you."
After saying this, he turned around, closed the door and left without even looking back.
Watching Uncle Guo walking away, the last glimmer of hope in Su Xiyao's heart was shattered.
She left the villa in a daze.
In the villa, by the window of a study on the second floor.
The old man stood quietly by the window, holding a teacup in his hand, with steam still rising from the cup.
Behind him, an old lady dressed in gorgeous clothes was sitting on the sofa.