C3 The wife is yours, so the child is yours.

She finally said something, "Who is Su Xiang'er? The piano princess, is she self-proclaimed? What works does she have and what awards did she receive?"

Mu Yiyi finally gave them some reaction. This made the reporters excited again.

Miss Mu, is it because of jealousy that you openly discredited Su Xiang'er to the media? "

"It is reasonable for you to be jealous of her. Su Xiang'er is the piano princess of Jincheng and the only heir of Mu's Group. She is talented and has an outstanding appearance. She is the number one socialite in Jincheng."

"Su Xiang'er once told the media that she likes your work very much and is looking forward to working with you. She used to shed tears just because she saw your name, but now you are discrediting her. Don't you feel guilty?"

Mu Yiyi frowned. Did Su Xiang'er like to pretend so much?

She felt very strange. She had been to many places and had never seen a reporter in a city so fanatical towards a pianist. So it was because her name was connected to the most popular person in the city.

Before she had time to think, the reporters started asking her questions continuously.

"Miss Mu, there is news from the netizens that you are a single mother. Why didn't you bring the child with you?"

"May I ask if you are divorced or if you are pregnant before you get married?"

"There were also enthusiastic netizens who told me that your baby was already six years old, but you looked very young, only about twenty years old. Could it be that your private life was very messy when you were underage?"

"You said that you didn't plan to get married in the future. I guess this is because you have always been kept by rich people. Do you think that being young and beautiful is a woman's capital? "

She took off her sunglasses and looked at these people coldly. She said," Are all the reporters nowadays as unprofessional as you guys? You run to the interviewees and answer your own questions. Write down all your thoughts. For the number of hits and missions, you can write whatever you want, right? "

The surroundings immediately fell silent.

She knew that these people were not professional reporters. Professional reporters would make an appointment with her in advance. And these people in front of her should be called paparazzi.

She didn't know which "enthusiastic netizens" were ruining her reputation.

Mu Yiyi glanced at the police station in the distance and took out her phone. She immediately called the airport police. "Hello, police comrade. I am a passenger, Madam Mu. I just got off the plane and was controlled by a group of strangers. They did not let me go. Comrade, please come and save me quickly."

The reporters immediately panicked!

This was the first time that the intervewee called the police during an interview! The artist's temper was really big!

The reporters who were holding their cameras started frantically taking pictures. They made the best use of their time to take more photos and videos as editing material.

The airport police soon arrived at the scene.

Mu Yiyi finally came out of the crowd with great difficulty. But when she walked less than ten meters, suddenly, a little boy who was five or six years old rushed out of nowhere. The little boy's soft body pounced on her and hugged her thigh.

The reporters were excited again!

"Hurry up and take pictures! This must be Mu Yiyi's illegitimate child!"

"Does Mu Yiyi have illegitimate children in Jincheng? This news is too hot! "

She squatted down and touched the little boy's head, "Baby, where is your mother?"

The child raised his pretty little face and looked at her with grievance, as if mimicking her words. He opened and closed his little mouth and said unskillfully, "Mother..."

His big watery eyes were too cute. Mu Yiyi gently held his face and asked gently, "Baby. I am not your mother. Tell me, are you lost? How about we ask the police uncle to help you find your mother?"

"Mom, Mom..."

The beautiful little boy hugged her thigh and called her mother. He refused to let go of her no matter what.

Mu Yiyi was busy comforting the child. She was worried about the child and also about herself. She did not know what the hot news would write about her tomorrow.

The reporters were still taking photos of her. More and more people were watching and pointing at her. They said that she had heartlessly abandoned her child.

Suddenly, the chaotic scene instantly quieted down.

Mu Yiyi was holding the child and coaxing him. When she looked up, she saw three men walking towards her from not far away.

The man walking in front was tall and handsome. He was dressed in a neat suit. His long and slender legs were firm and strong. His steps were neither slow nor quick. His aura was like that of an emperor, silently deterring everyone present.

The tall and handsome man stopped in front of her, but his eyes were fixed on the child hanging on her lap. There was not much emotion on his cold face. "Yang, come here."

The little boy stubbornly bit his pink lips. His eyes were red with grievance. He hugged Mu Yiyi's thigh and refused to let go.

A young reporter accidentally took a picture. The flash of light flashed across the man's handsome face. He looked back and his eyes were filled with coldness.

The reporter who took the picture was immediately slapped on the head by his colleague. "That's Chiang Ruohan! How dare you take photos?!"

"That little boy is Chiang Ruohan's illegitimate son?!"

Everyone was suddenly afraid.

Chiang Ruohan was the noblest man in Jincheng. He had great power, but his temper was unstable. He was even violent.

Everyone envied his wealth and status and even his handsome appearance. However, everyone was talking about him behind his back, saying that he was an extremely cold and ruthless man.

Whoever provoked him would basically be sending themselves to death.

Under the surveillance of Chiang Ruohan's two assistants, the reporters broke their cameras one after another to save their lives. They even took out the memory cards in the cameras and broke them in front of the two assistants.

"I'm sorry, Director Chiang. We didn't know this was your little Young Master."

"We destroyed the photos just now. We won't leak anything."

"Director Chiang, we will leave immediately."

The reporters who had been aggressive just a moment ago were now all fleeing in panic.

The whole world knew that Chiang Ruohan kept a low profile. He never spread rumors because he controlled the Asia-Pacific Entertainment Empire. All the media who had tried to report him were banned. There was no exception.

Mu Yiyi wanted to leave too, but she had no choice. The sticky kid under her feet wouldn't let go, and the kid wouldn't talk. If this child did not call her "mother," she would really suspect that he was a mute.

She helplessly looked at the cold but handsome man in front of her and asked, "Is this child your son?"

"Sort of."

She seemed to have heard a joke. "If he is your son, then admit it. If he is not your son, then don't admit it. What do you mean by he is sort of your son? Oh, I understand. Your wife is yours. But the child is not yours. Oh no, the child is yours. "

The woman's beautiful eyebrows curved like crescent moons, full of mischievous smiles. She thought that his wife had betrayed him.