Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

Wang Shuman pointed at Yu Wei, his eyes full of hatred, "She is just a bastard who doesn't even know who her biological father is!"

Song Qinghe's expression changed and he subconsciously blocked Yu Wei behind him.

Countless cameras are aimed at them.

Bodyguards rushed over, and Wang Shuman rushed to the catwalk, "I will announce everything here today!"

Wang Shuman pointed at Yan Tingsong again. Her eyes were red and filled with hatred, "Yan Tingsong, you killed my daughter, weren't you just afraid that she would reveal the truth about that year? I just won't let you. As one wishes!"

Yan Tingsong's face was sullen, his dark eyes filled with ice.

Wang Shuman looked around the crowd, "Let me tell you what Yan Tingsong wants to hide! Back then, she became pregnant after being raped by a group of men, and gave birth to Yu Wei! She didn't even know who she was pregnant with. child!"

The audience was in an uproar and everyone was talking. Their eyes fell on Song Qinghe and Yu Wei with shock.

Song Qinghe held Yu Wei's hand tightly and told her not to be afraid with his eyes.

The bodyguards rushed onto the stage.

Han Chunyan was also invited to participate in the clothing exhibition. She reacted for a while before coming back to her senses. She stood up and pointed at Wang Shuman, "You crazy woman, stop spreading rumors and causing trouble here!"

"Am I spreading rumors? Ask Song Qinghe, am I spreading rumors? Does she dare to deny it?"

Song Qinghe's face looked a little pale.

Han Chunyan's chest heaved violently with anger, "Don't say you are spreading rumors. Even if you are not, according to what you said, she is the victim! You are also a woman. You use this kind of thing to humiliate people. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Yes, Song Qinghe is the victim! That's why Yan Tingsong killed so many people for her!"

Wang Shuman was very emotional, "What about my Xiaoya? Because of him, she has no father! Follow me and live in the Yan family! She has lived so hard these years, and now she is even dead. Isn't she a victim?" Who?"

Tears fell down her cheeks, Wang Shuman looked pained, "Who can seek justice for her?"

"Wen Siya's pain was caused by her father and herself! She obviously had so many opportunities to start over, but she never let go of herself!" Yu Wei clenched her palms, "Whatever happens to her will be She deserves it."

When Wang Shuman heard this, he looked at Yu Wei with bitter eyes, "Why do you say that about her? Yu Wei, you are just a product of rape. The blood on your body is dirty. Why do you have all this! Why do you have all this?" Why is my daughter going to die inexplicably?"

Yan Tingsong's face was gloomy. He noticed that Song Qinghe's body was shaking a little. He walked onto the catwalk and gently supported her.

The bodyguards took Wang Shuman down the stage. Wang Shuman looked crazy and laughed. She looked at Yan Tingsong and struggled hard.

"Yantingsong, you killed so many people for this woman! It's not enough that you killed Wen Yonghan, now you've killed my daughter! You don't deserve a good death!"

The reporters were still taking photos.

"Yantingsong, you are a murderer! Do you think you can escape the punishment of the law by having an assistant take the blame?"

Wang Shuman's voice became smaller and smaller, "Why didn't I hit you to death? I should have hit you to death! My Xiaoya... Mom, I'm sorry for you..."

Seeing Wang Shuman being taken out, Song Qinghe finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into Yan Tingsong's arms. Yan Tingsong picked her up and announced the end of the fashion show.

Everyone in the audience was still talking about it.

Yu Wei noticed that many people's eyes were on her, and there was curiosity, sympathy, and disgust in their eyes.

"I don't even know who my father is..."

"It's so pitiful. Even if you were raped, you still have to accept the child born under such circumstances..."

"Genes are hereditary. Who knows if the children of rapists will inherit criminal genes..."

Every word was like a sharp knife piercing her heart, making her whole body shiver.

Yao Lin walked to the catwalk, put her coat on Yu Wei, and helped her walk down the stage together.

A reporter blocked Yu Wei's way.

"Mr. Yu, do you have anything to say about the episode that just happened?"

"Mr. Yu, have you known about your life experience before?"

"What are you asking?" Han Chunyan rushed to Yu Wei and looked at the reporters dissatisfied, "You believe what a crazy woman says! I accuse you of spreading rumors, do you believe it or not?"

What else did the reporters ask? The bodyguards who rushed over fended them off and escorted the three people away from the scene.

When they arrived backstage, Song Qinghe's face became increasingly pale. Yu Wei hurriedly fed her a few pills, and Song Qinghe's expression slowly relaxed.

She held Yu Wei's hand, "Wei Wei..."

No one expected that after Shen Meiling's death, Yu Wei's life experience would be revealed one day, or under such circumstances.

Yan Tingsong on the side said calmly: "Don't worry, today's incident will not be reported. She is just a lunatic. No one will believe what she says."

Yu Wei's eyes darkened a bit.

Han Chunyan said from the side: "That's right, Weiwei, I heard that Yanting is divorcing her. She is probably stimulated and is talking nonsense here!"

Yu Wei looked at her, "I'm fine."

Seeing how pale her little face was, Han Chunyan looked at her distressedly.

After the fashion show, major fashion magazines rushed to report on Song Qinghe's personal fashion show, and the industry spoke highly of her designs.

There was really no media coverage of that episode at the show.

First, Wang Shuman did not provide any strong evidence to prove what she said.

Second, Yu Wei is now the acting president of Yanshi Group, and she still holds so many shares in Yanshi Group. No media dares to offend her and spread rumors about her.

However, rumors about Yu Wei's life experience still spread like a gust of wind in the upper class circles.

A hotel banquet hall.

After Yu Wei finished talking to a few people, she originally wanted to leave the reception early, but when she turned around, someone bumped into her and a glass of wine spilled on her chest.

The red liquid spilled on Yu Wei's chest, smearing it all over.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yu, I didn't mean it." The young woman opposite apologized to her in fear, and took a napkin to help Yu Wei wipe it.

Yu Wei avoided her hand and took the napkin, "It doesn't matter, I can do it myself."

"I'm really sorry. Such an expensive dress was stained by my red wine." The woman looked apologetic.

"It's just a glass of red wine. Of course we, Mr. Yu, have plenty, so we won't argue with you."

Someone came over, put his arm around the woman's shoulders, looked at Yu Wei, smiled and said, "After all, clothes can be washed off if they are dirty, unlike some other things."