The Young Matriarch-Chapter 447 - Tang Ke Publicly Apologizes
Chapter 447: Chapter 447 Tang Ke Publicly Apologizes
Chapter 447 -447 Tang Ke Publicly Apologizes
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A press conference?
None among the Tang Family had figured out Tang Ke’s way of thinking, and now, why would there be any rush to organize some press conference?
Tang Ke was suffering silently. At the time of the family summit, he had already heard that only the Family Head and the next successor had the right to know about the so-called ancestor. No one else was qualified.
Could he really reveal this figure of an ancient ancestor to everyone in the Tang Family now?
He was afraid that such a revelation would provoke the ancient ancestor’s thunderous wrath, and the situation would become even more serious!
Clamping his teeth together, Tang Ke insisted in the face of the Tang Family’s anger, “Hold a press conference.”
*
Imperial Capital was about to face upheaval, yet Sky City’s mansion remained as tranquil as ever, with spring for flowers and summer for lotus appreciation.
In the Lotus Pond, a Twin Lotus bloomed, and beneath the lotus leaves, colorful koi swam about, occasionally leaping up to nibble on the flowers, blissfully at ease.
Bai Chuwei had originally planned to take a few kids on a trip, but they were turned down by Duan Xingye and the others who stayed home these past days.
Bai Chuwei was somewhat amused, “What is there to fear from Tang Ke? If we go out again, the Tang Family would definitely not dare to stop us.”
The children’s disagreement was one thing, but Duan Xingye instead switched on the LCD TV in the living room.
Carrying a big chunk of watermelon, Su Ruan voiced her surprise, “This… this looks like a press conference, doesn’t it? Does that title say it’s a press conference by the Tang Family?”
Why would the Tang Family hold a press conference all of a sudden?
The attention of Duan Xingye and the others immediately fell on the calm Bai Chuwei; she was holding half a watermelon and took up a spoon, eyebrows arching, “What are you looking at me for? Just enjoy the melon!”
Fuck, I have a feeling something is about to happen!
A few days ago, Bai Chuwei led Liu Jingyuan, Mr. Liu, away, and who knows what they did.
Didn’t… didn’t they stir up some trouble?
Duan Xingye, holding his chilled watermelon, suddenly lost his appetite, his handsome face crumpling as he asked Bai Chuwei, “Weiwei, should we call for some external assistance?”
Maybe call his fourth uncle again for help?
Bai Chuwei gave him a sidelong glance, unabashedly mocking, “You’re supposed to eat melon and watch the show, don’t go adding scenes on your own! Remember your role, you’re the supporting actor, not the lead.”
Duan Xingye “oh-ed” and continued to watch the TV while holding the melon.
This press conference was being broadcasted live, with more and more journalists attending, giving the Tang Family a full display of grandeur.
The reporters had not heard any rumors and suddenly got the news that Mr. Tang Ke, the Family Head of the Tang Family, was holding a press conference!
As Tang Ke came out and saw so many reporters, his legs went weak. Motherfucker…
Usually, when announcing a piece of good news from the Tang Family, not this many reporters showed up!
The flashes from their cameras could almost blind him.
Tang Ke didn’t know if the old ancestor was also able to watch this press conference live, but he forced himself to stay calm, walked to the center, took the microphone from a reporter, took a deep breath, and as soon as he started speaking, he nearly choked up,
“I, Tang Ke, on behalf of the entire Tang Family here… publicly, publicly extend our sincere apologies to Liu Jingyuan of the Liu Family, and compensate the Liu Family with one-third of Tang Family’s wealth for their loss in this competition…”
Towards the end, Tang Ke was almost in tears.
The journalists present: “…???”
What the hell, what was Mr. Tang saying? Had he gone mad? Or had he changed his mind? Or maybe… someone had cast a spell on him?
In front of the television, the chunk of watermelon in Duan Xingye’s hand fell to the floor with a “plop.”
This melon, unexpectedly juicy.
