The President Made Me Trend - Chapter 288 - Alibi

Watching Lu Yucheng being surrounded by reporters, Mo Qinghuan was extremely anxious.

Without hesitation, she called Huo-Jie and informed her of their predicament. Huo-Jie was in the middle of a meeting, but upon hearing Mo Qinghuan’s distress, she immediately stood up and, in front of the company leaders, burst out with, “Damn! Have those reporters lost their minds? Daring to surround you and Mr. Lu? Qinghuan, hang tight, I’m coming to rescue you!”

Huo-Jie’s unexpected outburst left the leaders in shock. They had been discussing the unexpected death of Shen Meng, still trying to make sense of it, when Huo-Jie interrupted with her colorful language.

She then stood up, bowed apologetically to the leaders, and explained, “I’m sorry, but I need to leave this meeting early. Qinghuan and Mr. Lu are in trouble, and as their agent, I can’t just stand by. If you wish to penalize me, we can discuss it when I return.”

In memory, Huo-Jie had never been so decisive at the company, especially in front of the leaders. Without waiting for their approval, she promptly left her seat.

The leaders were left bewildered, exchanging glances in the meeting room.

Huo-Jie first returned to her office to grab a baseball bat. Just as she was about to leave, Xiaoxue stopped her. Seeing Huo-Jie with a furious expression, carrying a bat as if ready to confront someone, Xiaoxue frowned and asked, “Huo-Jie, where are you going?”

“You’re just in time, come with me.” Upon seeing Xiaoxue, Huo-Jie pulled her along without explanation, saying, “Qinghuan seems to be facing a crazy blockade by reporters at the airport. It’s urgent, we’re going to help her.”

“What? Those reporters are really bold!” Xiaoxue, usually timid, had grown braver after various experiences by Mo Qinghuan’s side.

She didn’t hesitate and got into Huo-Jie’s car. Worried that Huo-Jie might do something reckless, she discreetly hid the baseball bat in the back seat.

On the way, Xiaoxue asked Huo-Jie, puzzled, “Since Shen Meng’s tragic death, many reporters have been calling the company, asking for Qinghuan-Jie’s reaction. Although colleagues have managed to handle them, I didn’t expect they’d already set their sights on Qinghuan-Jie. As soon as she left the Lu family, she was surrounded?”

“It seems that way.” Huo-Jie gripped the steering wheel tightly. Over the phone, Mo Qinghuan’s voice had been urgent, accompanied by Little Bun’s cries, which made Huo-Jie extremely tense. Having dealt with reporters for years, she knew their tactics and feared that if they arrived late, Mo Qinghuan might be in real danger.

Huo-Jie floored the accelerator, and Xiaoxue clutched her seatbelt, watching as Huo-Jie overtook cars swiftly. Xiaoxue swallowed nervously and cautiously reminded, “Huo-Jie, don’t drive so fast, the traffic police are following us.”

It wasn’t Xiaoxue exaggerating; Huo-Jie’s driving speed had long surpassed normal limits. From the last intersection, a traffic officer on a motorcycle had been chasing them, but Huo-Jie ignored the warning sounds. She knew she couldn’t stop now; if the officers caught up, it would only waste more time. By then, it might be too late to help Mo Qinghuan!

With this thought, her focus intensified. Ignoring Xiaoxue’s words, she sped towards the airport.

Outside the airport, Lu Yucheng was single-handedly dealing with the relentless reporters. He felt a few taps on the car window behind him and instinctively turned to see Mo Qinghuan. She gestured for him to step aside so she could open the door, but Lu Yucheng shook his head, glancing at Little Bun, who was trembling in Mo Qinghuan’s arms, frightened by the reporters. He reminded her to just take care of Little Bun, and he would handle the rest.

Seeing Lu Yucheng’s reluctance to cooperate, Mo Qinghuan had no choice but to gently pat Little Bun’s head, comforting him, “Little Bun, promise your older sister that when I get out of the car, you’ll stay down on the seat and not lift your head, okay?”

“No, sister, don’t go. Little Bun is scared. Stay here with me, please?” The little guy’s voice trembled as he whimpered.

Although this request wasn’t hard for Mo Qinghuan to fulfill, she couldn’t bear to see Lu Yucheng struggling alone. She coaxed as gently as possible, “Little Bun, listen to your older sister. This started because of me, and I can’t let your brother face it alone. Can you understand that?”

The gentle persuasion softened the little guy’s heart. He finally nodded and reached out to hold Mo Qinghuan’s hand, saying, “Little Bun will listen to sister.”

With this reassurance, Mo Qinghuan felt more courageous. She opened the car door from the other side, and the keen reporters immediately noticed her movement. They left Lu Yucheng and swarmed towards Mo Qinghuan, their questions even sharper than before.

But Mo Qinghuan, wanting to protect Little Bun, immediately put on her sunglasses after getting out of the car. She looked at the cameras with a steely gaze and smiled at the wolf-like reporters, “I know what you want to ask, but unfortunately, I have nothing to say.”

“Is it nothing to say or are you feeling guilty? Miss Mo, can you clarify?”

“Do you know the cause of Miss Shen’s death? Are you involved in this matter?”

“We heard you hired a private investigator to follow Miss Shen. Is that true?”

Uncertain where the reporters got this information, they were now seeking confirmation from Mo Qinghuan and clearly weren’t buying her official response.

Mo Qinghuan’s expression darkened slightly. She took out her phone, which was playing footage from the Lu family’s surveillance cameras as evidence, and calmly replied, “You claim Shen Meng died in the middle of the night. This is the Lu family’s surveillance footage. During that time, I didn’t leave the Lu family premises. You’re questioning me about Shen Meng’s death? It seems you’re asking the wrong person; you should be asking the police.”

Lu Yucheng was about to intervene but saw Mo Qinghuan deftly handling the reporters’ harassment. He was surprised to realize she had prepared in advance. She had copied the Lu family’s surveillance footage onto her phone, perhaps anticipating a situation like this.

Despite her response, the reporters seemed unwilling to let her off easily, continuing to press, “Even if Miss Mo isn’t the murderer, how do you explain hiring a private investigator to follow Miss Shen?”

“Yes, Miss Mo, what do you have to say about that? Are you really not involved in Miss Shen’s death? Please tell the truth in front of our cameras.”