frightfiction Chapter 213 Also My Grandmother
Chapter 213 Also My Grandmother
"No." Xia Yang answered simply: "Why should I ask them what they think about my marriage?"
“???” The reporter was also confused by his counter-question.
Another reporter squeezed forward and poked the microphone in front of Xia Yang, almost touching his lips. "Mr. Xia, can we understand that your parents don't approve of your marriage? So you're spending the Spring Festival alone in a foreign country to avoid your families?"
This reporter deliberately distorted Xia Yang's meaning and used very sharp language.
The moment Fu Xiuyan poked at Xia Yang's microphone, he put his arm around her shoulders, shielding her as she retreated, hiding her behind him. He stared at the reporter with a deep, sharp gaze, "Which company does this gentleman work for?"
The reporter quickly took back the microphone and hid the logo on it.
"Shen Yan, I took the picture. Send a private message to the studio now and send the photo." A bright voice came from the fan group.
"Thank you."
"The public's hostility towards entertainment journalists is likely influenced by talents like this gentleman. If someone like you were willing to turn this ability against those who are maliciously hostile to our country, it would be a heroic act."
Fu Xiuyan finished speaking, his gaze flicking to the man who had questioned Xia Yang earlier. The man, terrified, stammered, explaining, "It wasn't me... No, I didn't mean that. Ah, he and I aren't from the same company. Mr. Fu, I'm sorry." The reporter felt completely awful, unable to articulate a single word. He quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake. He was terrified that this wicked man would take care of him too, and bring his own company into jeopardy. The media was familiar with CEO Cheng Yan's tactics.
"What I mean is..." Xia Yang walked out from behind Fu Xiuyan, stood beside him, and stuffed her hands into the pockets of Fu Xiuyan's cashmere coat. "I am an individual. Since I was born, every consequence of my own actions, whether good or bad, should be borne by me personally. Since I bear the responsibility personally, they will not interfere in every decision I make. That's why I don't understand why you ask me about my parents' views on my marriage. Of course, they don't have any opinions."
The scene fell silent again because of Xia Yang's words.
Everyone could see that Xia Yang's words were a deep-seated understanding. The self-righteous look in his eyes was as if he was asking: "When you're hungry, you eat; when you're thirsty, you drink. Isn't this instinct?"
This is taught by the original family, or the result of being influenced by the original family. It is definitely not deliberately fabricated by those who are sensational in order to attract attention and discussion.
Such people are so strong inside that others can't imagine.
Their hands clasped in their coat pockets. Xia Yang's hand, still in the ill-fitting leather glove, played with Fu Xiuyan's fingers through it. His expression as he spoke to the reporter didn't betray the mischievousness of his subtle movements.
"Then..." The reporter faced the biggest challenge of his career. If the person he was interviewing was talking nonsense, he could handle it. But the person's serious remarks were beyond his reach. He really didn't know how to respond. He wanted to give up, but he couldn't let go of this opportunity. Who knew that if he missed this opportunity, interviewing these two again would be a pipe dream, given the strength of him and his company. He was on the verge of tears.
"But, what you want to know is my family's attitude towards my lover?" Xia Yang tilted her head to look at him, relieving his embarrassment.
Then, her clasped toes loosened instantly, and she nodded rapidly, "Yes, yes, yes."
"Very good." Xia Yang answered with just two words, then turned to look at Fu Xiuyan. Both of them had very contagious happy smiles on their faces.
They thought Xia Yang would talk a lot about this topic, like citing how Fu Xiuyan valued him so much, how his family saw it, and how his family treated him well; or how Fu Xiuyan had managed to curry favor with his family because of him. And so on, all sorts of things that proved how much Fu Xiuyan valued him, and they'd bring them out for everyone to relish, praising this man who was at the top of both the entertainment and business worlds for his love and respect for him. They'd all envy him.
This is something that all the couples, spouses, and husbands-and-wife couples he interviewed had.
But no matter how long I waited, Xia Yang didn't say anything.
The reporter guided him: "Can you tell me how your family treated Teacher Fu well?"
Xia Yang thought for a moment and said, "My grandmother pickled a lot of vegetables for him." After a pause, she added, "They were pickled just for him, not for me." The grievance in her words was evident. Everyone around smiled kindly.
Fu Xiuyan wanted to rub his head, but Xia Yang held his hand, so he rubbed Xia Yang's hair with his chin: "Grandma is worried that you are too lazy and only eat small dishes all day. So she asked me to supervise you."
Xia Yang curled his lips: "Anyway, I'm partial to you."
"Could the pickled vegetables that Brother Fu posted on Weibo be made by Professor Xia's grandmother?" someone among the fans asked.
Fu Xiuyan raised his eyebrows: "She is still my grandmother now."
The fans burst into laughter again.
"So, it seems like you two are spending this Spring Festival with your families. But, you just said your parents aren't with you? Would you mind asking why?"
"My parents have jobs, there's no other reason." Fu Xiuyan replied, and he was ready to end this impromptu interview.
The reporter muttered to himself, "It's so tiring, having to work during the New Year. It's really not easy for parents to care for their children."
Xia Yang had already turned around with Fu Xiuyan, but then turned back and said, "Parents have it hard, and children have their own difficulties. Those are their own choices, and they don't suffer for anyone else, so there's no need to shift the blame for your own suffering onto others, such as your children, parents, or wives or husbands."
"Ah... OK, I understand." The reporter responded with awe, like a student being given a private lesson. He was worried that his frustration would make the teacher frown.
Then Xia Yang suddenly smiled, with a hint of warmth in her slightly raised eyebrows: "Besides, my mother shouldn't find it hard. After all, she only works for no more than one month in a year."
"So mom doesn't have a stable job?"
Xia Yang thought for a moment and said, "Well, sort of. There are occasional performances."
"Is that a part-time job?"
"Well... you could say that. When I'm not performing, I'm always with my dad in the fields, watching him work."
??? Confused, confused...
They could understand what was said, and seemed to be able to comprehend it, but they couldn't understand it at the same time.