Jason looked at him and said, "I agree, let's do the interview today."
Tang Mian was taken aback but understood his meaning.
Soon, Emma also received the news. In fact, she had already prepared the interview outline, and since the afternoon meeting hadn't started yet, Emma went to Jason's resting room.
This time, a photographer was also present, as they needed to take a few photos.
Jason, who had been known for not liking media interviews, was surprisingly agreeable this time.
When he and Emma sat face to face, both felt a strange sense of dislocation.
At this moment, they were Jason and Emma.
Yet they were also the entrepreneur Jason and the journalist Emma.
Although Emma had prepared an interview outline, the conversation was mostly led by Jason's improvisation. He spoke about the product innovation faced by Hengya Group, stating that besides the communication business, they would continue to expand the AI division and the series of smart products currently being promoted.
He also discussed Hengya Group's layout in the Asian region.
Emma watched him speak, mature, wise, steady, and exuding a calm confidence in control of everything.
When the interview ended, she felt a sense of wanting more.
But soon the afternoon meeting was about to start, and Emma stood up, extending her hand, "Thank you for accepting my interview, Jason."
Jason calmly shook her hand, "No need to thank me, comrade journalist."
The two performed with exceptional calmness, their acting skills worthy of an Oscar, while the others in the resting room felt at a loss for words.
Until Emma asked Jason to pose for a few photos, Jason actually pulled her in together.
Emma, seeing his (skilled) and superior acting, cooperated and took a few photos with him.
Then Emma left to revise the manuscript.
Who would have thought that she had barely revised it for less than ten minutes when her phone vibrated. When she opened it, she found that Tang Mi and Hua Zheng had both sent her messages at the same time.
Tang Mi: "Your husband is awesome. I'm jealous."
Hua Zheng: "Ahhhhhh our Shenyan brother was really handsome today."
The two's seemingly random sentences left Emma stunned, but then Tang Mi sent her another photo.
It turned out to be a screenshot of Jason's Weibo.
It was accompanied by a picture, which showed Emma sitting on the ground with a computer on her lap, typing intently.
Jason: "I'm very happy to accept your interview, I've always been proud of you @Emma."
At this moment, the internet exploded. Jason's Weibo was originally just for show. The reason for applying was because someone had deliberately taken over Jason's name on Weibo before, even defrauding money.
Therefore, the public relations department of Hengya Group applied for an officially certified Weibo on his behalf.
Now, no one expected such a low-profile person, who rarely accepted interviews, to post such a Weibo, blatantly showing off.
The comments below were growing crazily by the second.
"Is this the fastest slap in history? This morning, a bunch of sourpusses were leading the rhythm, saying they didn't seem like a couple, saying Emma wasn't accepted by the rich family, now they're slapped in the face."
"Does this person really look at Weibo comments? If so, please notice me, I really want to join Hengya Group."
"So sweet, grandma, the CP you like is really giving out candy today."
"There's really a feeling of a domineering president, I'll protect my wife."
This Weibo really made people shout sweet, and obviously those who previously felt sour about Emma's misfortune were now too slapped in the face to say anything. As a result, the two names that had been hanging on the hot search all day, suddenly shot straight to the top.
At this moment, Emma looked at the screenshot sent by Tang Mi and was stunned for a few seconds. At first, she didn't quite understand why he would post such a Weibo. But after a while, she belatedly realized that he was openly showing affection, wasn't he?
She was a bit too prone to embarrassment.
It's just that ordinary girls often post a status in their circle of friends, either praising how their husband bought a bag today or cooked breakfast tomorrow.
When Emma occasionally scrolls through and sees it, she still thinks it's quite cute.
But if Emma were really asked to post such a circle of friends, she would really be out of her element, a bit hesitant to start, and even feel very embarrassed.
Clearly, Jason has done so much for her, every single thing, even if it's said out loud, would make people jealous to madness.
She originally thought Jason was also this kind of character, always used to taking action first, and it's the kind of person who does things without showing off. You can feel it, anyway, he just wants to do such a thing.
Emma thought she was quite used to the way the two of them interacted, not specifically telling others what they had done for each other, but already doing everything.
Who knew Jason suddenly posted such a Weibo.
And this sentence, I've always been proud of you...
It feels like he wants to show off his capable wife.
Emma took a deep breath and stared at the screenshot for a long time.
Until Tang Mi sent her a voice message, she reached out and opened it.
Tang Mi: "Really, I've never seen a man tougher than your Jason president. After your video came out this morning, many onlookers who don't mind the drama said you two don't seem like a couple, and even said you seem so pitiful, not at all like a rich family's daughter-in-law. Not only have you never been caught on camera with a happy scene of a rich family's daughter-in-law, but you also live as hard as an ordinary office worker."
Hearing her words fired off like a machine gun, Emma felt a mix of wanting to cry and laugh.
In the minds of many, marrying into a wealthy family means waiting to have children to consolidate one's position, leisurely sipping afternoon tea, and wandering through luxury stores. Going out in Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, casually carrying a Hermès bag.
On the contrary, Emma is indeed a rare case. She previously worked as a war correspondent in Israel, always keeping a low profile.
It wasn't until the photo named "LIVE" emerged that everyone realized she had been in one of the most turbulent regions in the world.
At this moment, Tang Mi snorted, "I just wanted to show those sourpusses the diamonds Jason bought for you, to blind them with envy."
Emma was amused by her words, "Alright, there won't just be one kind of voice. Instead of feeling that others are living happily, it's better to think that she's living miserably, always on the verge of being kicked out."
She wasn't surprised by some of the comments; this is probably just human nature.
Tang Mi, who works in new media, is used to seeing all kinds of human behavior and understands that Emma is right. However, she is impressed, "Emma, I've found that you really never have a fragile heart. If it were an ordinary person being talked about like that, their mindset would have exploded long ago."
Tang Mi, with her self-media platform, often gets scolded to the point of wanting to throw her keyboard.
But she noticed that Emma, whether at work or when she announced her marriage, has always been under immense public pressure, yet she has never been overly agitated.
Always calm and composed.
Emma did think seriously for a moment. In college, there were never few rumors about her. She was too cold, and apart from having a good relationship with the girls in her dorm, it seemed like there was a barrier between her and everyone else.
So when she poured a basin of cold water on the so-called suitor from downstairs, the malicious rumors about her spread at the speed of light.
At that time, Emma was not only busy with her studies but also focused on making money.
Work, study, sleep, sleep, study, work.
Her life hardly had any leisure time for herself. The rumors at that time, no matter how gossipy or unpleasant, seemed non-existent to her.
Because she didn't care and didn't mind.
So later, when she entered the newspaper office, whether it was about her work or her private life, she was used to treating these rumors with indifference.
Life is too short to care about everyone's opinion of you; it's too tiring.
Emma chose to be indifferent.
After chatting for a while, Emma told Tang Mi that she needed to continue preparing for the afternoon meeting. The afternoon meeting still needed to go on, but in the morning, everyone wasn't so obvious, and in the afternoon, glances came from all directions.
For Emma, it was as if she didn't see them.
But Song Yu whispered, "Sister Jingxi, everyone is very curious about you now."
"Mm," Emma responded politely, but her eyes were still focused ahead.
The subtle scrutinizing gazes never disappeared.
When the first day of the meeting ended, Emma didn't leave immediately but cornered a committee member who attended the meeting, wanting to interview him about his views on the overall Asian economic situation.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually agreed to chat with her for a few minutes.
When Emma came out, the surroundings had almost cleared out. Emma planned to go back to the newspaper office to organize today's manuscript and also to edit some video materials.
When she arrived at the newspaper office, she found that Xue Yujie was still in the office.
Xue Yujie came out of his office and greeted her, "Here to work overtime?"
Emma nodded, and Xue Yujie smiled, preparing to go back to his office, but then suddenly turned his head and said, "You know? The internet is going crazy over you now."
"Why?" Emma blinked.
She didn't do anything, did she?
Xue Yujie propped his chin with one hand, making a thoughtful gesture. Emma looked at him like that, the more she looked, the more she felt he had a provocative stance.
Until Xue Yujie finally stopped being cryptic and said, "For women, is it more important to work well or to marry well? This has always been a topic of debate in today's society, and you've become the catalyst today, completely igniting the discussion."
The topic about Emma was originally only about their marital relationship, but it unexpectedly extended to women's rights, especially those who mocked Emma for marrying into a wealthy family yet still working so hard, and those who said she wasn't living a happy life of shopping every day, implying she wasn't accepted by her rich in-laws.
Such comments obviously angered another group of people.
"I think only someone like Emma should be our role model for women, someone we should all learn from."
"Whether it's marrying well or working well, I think there's no need to argue because Emma has already shown us that even though she married well, she insists on working well. Because ability belongs to oneself and will never betray."
"Do those people who pity Emma even have a brain? Look at her photo that has been clicked over a hundred million times worldwide; she is very likely to win an international journalism award for it. Are you even jealous?"
As a result, Emma's solo hot search actually surpassed the so-called double hot search.
Almost everyone is discussing this topic.
Xue Yujie had done his homework and looked into Emma's professional background. He realized that she truly possessed what one might call a "traffic体质" (traffic quality), where the news she reported became the focus of the entire society, and the photos she took became international hotspots.
Was that photo just a photo?
Of course not. That photo ended up bringing in tens of millions of dollars in donations for the victims and injured of the Beirut explosion attack. The families of the deceased were able to bury their loved ones with dignity, and the injured received the best possible medical treatment.
Emma was stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Xue Yujie, on the other hand, smiled and said, "How about I arrange an exclusive interview for you?"
He thought of himself as a genius for coming up with this proposal.
Emma, however, replied with a blank expression, "Not interested."
For this trending topic that wasn't of her own making, Emma didn't care at all. After all, she wasn't a celebrity, and the so-called traffic didn't bring her any real benefits.
Would her interview subjects really agree to be interviewed just because she had trended a few times?
She didn't mind, but some people were gnashing their teeth in anger.
At a Japanese restaurant, Wen Tang was enjoying her meal when her new boyfriend was chatting and laughing with his friends. She saw a message in the press group.
Upon clicking, she realized it was a screenshot of Emma trending.
She slammed her phone down in anger. The noise was so loud that her boyfriend, Zhao Xinjie, turned his head and asked with a smile, "Hey, what's up baby? Why so angry?"
Wen Tang put down her chopsticks and complained petulantly, "It's just that new depressing person at the newspaper office. She makes me angry just by looking at me."
Zhao Xinjie smiled and put his arm around her shoulder, "Tell me, who made our baby angry? I'll get back at them for you."
Wen Tang was very picky with her eyes, which was why she hadn't had a boyfriend before—her standards were too high.
Zhao Xinjie was a well-known rich second generation in Shanghai, with a family that owned mines and had seven or eight sports cars under his name. When Wen Tang introduced him to her friends, he drove out a McLaren worth over ten million.
Wen Tang was extremely proud.
If she compared boyfriends with others, Wen Tang would definitely be arrogant.
But compared to Emma, she knew she couldn't compete no matter how much she tried to boost Zhao Xinjie's morale. Although Zhao Xinjie had a lot of sports cars now, they were all from his parents' favor. He had tried to run a few companies before but was so unlucky that they all went bankrupt.
After several setbacks, he didn't want to bother anymore and focused on eating, drinking, and having fun, becoming a idle rich second generation.
"Forget it, you won't be able to help me," Wen Tang deliberately sighed.
But Zhao Xinjie, with his temper, hated it the most when someone told him he couldn't do something. As soon as Wen Tang finished speaking, his face darkened, and he snorted, "In Shanghai, there's nothing I can't solve. Go ahead and tell me, if I can't handle it, I'll let my old man deal with it for you."
Zhao Xinjie often talked about his father, always saying how great his old man was.
Wen Tang actually didn't like his style, but seeing him make such a big claim, she simply put the phone in front of him and pointed at it coquettishly, "Look, it's this person. I really hate her. Is there any way you can make her disappear from my sight?"
Zhao Xinjie chuckled, thinking it was no big deal.
But when he looked down and saw Emma's name, he frowned and after a while, he asked in a low voice, "This name sounds familiar."
A friend nearby leaned over to take a look and said, "Who is it? Let me see."
Upon seeing it, he immediately exclaimed, "Emma, Jason's wife!"
Only then did Zhao Xinjie realize why the name sounded so familiar. The circles of the second generation were different. Jason, who had long held real power in the family business, disdained to mix with their kind of idle rich second generation.
Zhao Xinjie looked at Wen Tang and asked, "What did you do to offend her?"
Wen Tang looked innocent and said, "What do you mean I offended her? She's been trying to undermine me all along. I was doing just fine at the Huimin Daily, but she was jealous of my position and used all sorts of tactics to drive me away. Now that I'm at Xinhua News Agency, she not only followed me here but also took away my interview opportunities as soon as she arrived."
The interview for today's economic forum was supposed to be hers.
Zhao Xinjie wasn't stupid; he knew why Wen Tang had left the Huimin Daily. But since Wen Tang put it that way, he didn't expose her lie and just said in a low voice, "Let me tell you, don't mess with her."
Wen Tang didn't expect Zhao Xinjie, who was always arrogant and overbearing, to say such a thing, so she humphed and asked, "What's the matter? Is she untouchable like a tiger's ass?"
"A tiger's ass?" Zhao Xinjie sneered and said with a calm demeanor, "She's Jason's darling. If you touch her, it could be fatal."
Seeing him say this, Wen Tang realized there must be some inside story and immediately asked, "Why?"
Zhao Xinjie, fearing she would still provoke trouble, decided to tell her straight: "Although I'm not in the same circle as Jason, I have a friend named Su Jingxuan, the eldest son of the Su Group. You must know his sister, the popular actress Su Yiheng."
"Su Yiheng grew up with Jason, and their families basically paired them up. But Jason ended up marrying this woman, and Su Yiheng was (not convinced) and caused trouble for them openly and secretly. As a result, Su Jingxuan was arrested for drug use earlier this year."
"Su Jingxuan has been playing with that stuff for a while, so what do you think happened suddenly?"
Zhao Xinjie was in the same circle as Su Jingxuan, and they used to have a good relationship. He had also heard Su Jingxuan complain about Jason, but no one expected him to get arrested suddenly.
Although there was no concrete evidence, everyone knew what was going on.
**Xue Yujie had also taken a look before, and he had researched Emma's professional background. He realized that she truly possessed what one might call a "traffic quality," where the news she reported became the focus of the entire society, and the photos she took became international hotspots.**
**Was that photo just a photo?**
**Of course not. That photo ended up bringing in tens of millions of dollars in donations for the victims and injured of the Beirut explosion attack. The families of the deceased were able to bury their loved ones with dignity, and the injured received the best possible medical treatment.**
**Emma was stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief.**
**Xue Yujie, on the other hand, smiled and said, "How about I arrange an exclusive interview for you?"**
**He thought of himself as a genius for coming up with this proposal.**
**Emma, however, replied with a blank expression, "Not interested."**
**For this trending topic that wasn't of her own making, Emma didn't care at all. After all, she wasn't a celebrity, and the so-called traffic didn't bring her any real benefits.**
**Would her interview subjects really agree to be interviewed just because she had trended a few times?**
**She didn't mind, but some people were gnashing their teeth in anger.**
**At a Japanese restaurant, Wen Tang was enjoying her meal when her new boyfriend was chatting and laughing with his friends. She saw a message in the press group.**
**Upon clicking, she realized it was a screenshot of Emma trending.**
**She slammed her phone down in anger. The noise was so loud that her boyfriend, Zhao Xinjie, turned his head and asked with a smile, "Hey, what's up baby? Why so angry?"**
**Wen Tang put down her chopsticks and complained petulantly, "It's just that new depressing person at the newspaper office. She makes me angry just by looking at me."**
**Zhao Xinjie smiled and put his arm around her shoulder, "Tell me, who made our baby angry? I'll get back at them for you."**
**Wen Tang was very picky with her eyes, which was why she hadn't had a boyfriend before—her standards were too high.**
**Zhao Xinjie was a well-known rich second generation in Shanghai, with a family that owned mines and had seven or eight sports cars under his name. When Wen Tang introduced him to her friends, he drove out a McLaren worth over ten million.**
**Wen Tang was extremely proud.**
**If she compared boyfriends with others, Wen Tang would definitely be arrogant.**
**But compared to Emma, she knew she couldn't compete no matter how much she tried to boost Zhao Xinjie's morale. Although Zhao Xinjie had a lot of sports cars now, they were all from his
Wen Tang heard this secret for the first time, blinked her eyes, and said softly, "So doesn't the Su family hate Jason to death?"
"Hate is useless. Their own son is not ambitious. Who let him play with that stuff?" Zhao Xinjie couldn't help but feel proud as he said, "Let me tell you, don't look at me playing around all day, but if anyone wants to take me to play with those dirty things, I'll be the first to beat him to death. My old man also said that if I play with those things, he won't leave me a penny of the family fortune."
"What about Su Yiheng?" Wen Tang said with interest.
Zhao Xinjie thought for a moment, "She must hate him too, but I think compared to hating Jason, she would rather Emma was dead."
With this analysis, Zhao Xinjie felt he was really smart and couldn't help but laugh with pride.
Wen Tang smiled faintly, yes, she would rather Emma was dead.
That was her thought too.
*
The economic forum continued until Friday. Emma worked overtime to finish this matter, and it just so happened that Jason had arranged a meeting for both sets of parents today.
This was the first time their parents had met since they got married.
Emma took it very seriously and brought a set of fitting clothes in the car, preparing to go straight there after working overtime.
But as the sky outside gradually darkened, and she finished processing the manuscript, she went downstairs to drive to the hotel.
Who would have thought that as soon as her car drove out of the main gate, Emma was about to turn onto the road when suddenly a dark figure darted out. Emma slammed on the brakes, and even with her seatbelt on, she was thrown forward by inertia.
Her head hit the steering wheel, causing her to hiss in pain.
After a while, she raised her head and looked at the person outside the car. She saw someone standing in front of her car, and they both saw each other.
Emma sneered.
She unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed the door open, and walked out. The security guard nearby also noticed this scene and immediately rushed over.
The security guard had a good memory. Although Emma had only been at the newspaper office for a few days, she had already been remembered by her name.
"Reporter Emma, are you okay?" the security guard asked with concern.
Emma shook her head, "I'm fine."
With that, she walked straight towards the person still standing in front of her car, and they stood face to face.
Liu Hui: "Emma, I want to see your dad."
At the moment she saw Liu Hui, Emma felt a sense of relief. She had always thought that the woman who could hide Ni PingSen for seven years would give up her dad so easily, which was really too unreasonable.
She really didn't disappoint her own thoughts.
Emma nodded, then suddenly let out a light laugh, "I disagree."
Wanting to see him is one thing, but her disagreement is another.
Over the years, Emma has never learned to be soft-hearted.
**Wen Tang heard this secret for the first time, blinked her eyes, and said softly, "So doesn't the Su family hate Jason to death?"**
**"Hate is useless. Their own son is not ambitious. Who let him play with that stuff?" Zhao Xinjie couldn't help but feel proud as he said, "Let me tell you, don't look at me playing around all day, but if anyone wants to take me to play with those dirty things, I'll be the first to beat him to death. My old man also said that if I play with those things, he won't leave me a penny of the family fortune."**
**"What about Su Yiheng?" Wen Tang said with interest.**
**Zhao Xinjie thought for a moment, "She must hate him too, but I think compared to hating Jason, she would rather Emma was dead."**
**With this analysis, Zhao Xinjie felt he was really smart and couldn't help but laugh with pride.**
**Wen Tang smiled faintly, yes, she would rather Emma was dead.**
**That was her thought too.**
**The economic forum continued until Friday. Emma worked overtime to finish this matter, and it just so happened that Jason had arranged a meeting for both sets of parents today.**
**This was the first time their parents had met since they got married.**
**Emma took it very seriously and brought a set of fitting clothes in the car, preparing to go straight there after working overtime.**
**But as the sky outside gradually darkened, and she finished processing the manuscript, she went downstairs to drive to the hotel.**
**Who would have thought that as soon as her car drove out of the main gate, Emma was about to turn onto the road when suddenly a dark figure darted out. Emma slammed on the brakes, and even with her seatbelt on, she was thrown forward by inertia.**
**Her head hit the steering wheel, causing her to hiss in pain.**
**After a while, she raised her head and looked at the person outside the car. She saw someone standing in front of her car, and they both saw each other.**
**Emma sneered.**
**She unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed the door open, and walked out. The security guard nearby also noticed this scene and immediately rushed over.**
**The security guard had a good memory. Although Emma had only been at the newspaper office for a few days, she had already been remembered by her name.**
**"Reporter Emma, are you okay?" the security guard asked with concern.**
**Emma shook her head, "I'm fine."**
**With that, she walked straight towards the person still standing in front of her car, and they stood face to face.**
**Liu Hui: "Emma, I want to see your dad."**
**At the moment she saw Liu Hui, Emma felt a sense of relief. She had always thought that the woman who could hide Ni PingSen for seven years would give up her dad so easily, which was really too unreasonable.**
**She really didn't disappoint her own thoughts.**
**Emma nodded, then suddenly let out a light laugh, "I disagree."**
**Wanting to see him is one thing, but her disagreement is another.**
**Over the years, Emma has never learned to be soft-hearted.**