novelraw Chapter 245 My Wife
Chapter 245 My Wife
A reporter stood up.
He didn't come from the media area, but from a corner of the VIP seating area—a spot perfectly out of the sight of all the security personnel. He was impeccably dressed, his media pass gleaming under the lights, but Gu Yanshen saw through his intentions at a glance. The provocation in his eyes was not what a professional journalist should have.
"Mr. Gu," the man said, holding the microphone, his voice not loud but clear enough to penetrate the entire room, "you said that you've only ever had your wife. Then how do you explain your three-year public announcement with Ms. Song Zhihe, and that engagement?"
The entire room fell silent. Not the kind of quiet that came before, but a deathly stillness, as if the air had been suddenly sucked out and everyone had forgotten how to breathe.
Gu Yanshen's gaze fell on the man. There was no anger, no panic, not even any extra expression. He simply looked at him quietly, like a lion judging whether the intruder was prey or just noise.
He knew how this person got in. No matter how tight the security at Ruijing, it couldn't stop Gu Yanbo's long-planned infiltration. The crowds were too large today; it was too easy for one or two "reporters" to slip in.
"I don't deny it," Gu Yanshen said, his voice not loud, but every word was like a nail, "Song Zhihe and I had a past."
A commotion broke out in the audience.
"But that was before I met my wife." His tone remained unchanged, but his eyes pressed down on the reporter like an invisible mountain. The man opened his mouth, wanting to ask more questions, but was rendered speechless by his aura.
"I met her when we were young," Gu Yanshen's gaze shifted slightly, landing on a distant point, "I admit that I didn't do well enough in that relationship."
He paused for a moment. Everyone in the room could hear the weight of those three words—"not good enough." He didn't try to shirk responsibility or offer any explanation; he simply and calmly admitted that he had once wronged someone.
"As for three years ago..." His voice suddenly deepened, like the lowest string of a cello being slowly plucked. He looked around, his gaze sweeping over every face that held its breath in anticipation. "That was indeed something we agreed upon—a contract where each of us got what we wanted."
The audience erupted. Whispers surged like a tide, only to be suppressed by his raised hand.
"No wonder! No wonder they only appear together in the news!"
"Song Zhihe has been filming abroad since her official announcement!"
"They were engaged for three years but never got married; it was all just an act!"
The reporter, not giving up, pressed on, "So, does your apology include the child she aborted for you?"
The temperature at the scene plummeted to freezing.
Lu Xiran's fingers tightened around Gu Yanshen's hand. She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with worry—she knew the truth, she knew the child wasn't Gu Yanshen's, but she also knew that if he revealed it, it would be a public execution of Song Zhihe. She didn't want him to bear that burden.
Gu Yanshen sensed her nervousness and glanced at her slightly. In that glance, there was no hesitation, only a reassuring certainty.
He nodded, very lightly and quickly.
Then he turned back to face the camera, a slight smile even appearing on his lips—not mockery, but a composed understanding.
"That was eight years ago. Also, before I met my wife."
He paused deliberately, letting each word fall into the air.
"I have already made it very clear—for the past three years, my relationship with Miss Song Zhihe has only been a contractual one."
His voice suddenly softened, so soft that only those in the front row could hear it, which made it all the more deadly:
"I'll say it one last time—from the moment I met my wife, to the moment I stand here, to the day I die—she has been the only one in my life, in my heart."
After saying that, he stopped looking at the reporter, took Lu Xiran's hand, and said, "This is my commitment from beginning to end."
Behind him, thunderous applause erupted.
The reporter stood there, microphone still held, his face ashen. All the questions he had carefully prepared had been rendered meaningless by those few casual words, like punches landing on cotton.
Gu Yanshen did not give the reporter another chance to ask questions.
He didn't even glance at the man, merely raising his chin slightly before his gaze returned to the audience. The coldness in his eyes hadn't completely dissipated, but his lips had regained their usual restraint—not a smile, but a resolute "this topic ends here."
"I will no longer take up everyone's time with my personal matters."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a knife, cleanly and decisively cutting off all the questions that were yet to be asked. The reporter opened his mouth, but ultimately, under the silent pressure of those around him, he awkwardly sat back down.
Gu Yanshen turned to the side, took Lu Xiran's hand and led her half a step forward, bringing her to the brightest spotlight in the center of the stage.
"The last segment of today," his voice finally warmed slightly, though barely, enough to ease the tense atmosphere in the audience, "is also the long-awaited winner of the 'From Beginning to End' event."
A low cheer rose from the audience. Some people began to sit up straight, while others turned on their phone's recording function.
"This event received tens of thousands of submissions," Gu Yanshen said, his gaze sweeping across the audience. "To be honest, some of these stories brought tears to my eyes, even for a man in his thirties like myself."
He paused, his voice deepening, "Because the original meaning of this event wasn't the competition, nor the prize money—it was to show us that there are truly people in this world who dedicate their entire lives to loving another. From beginning to end, they never abandon each other."
His hand gently wrapped around Lu Xiran's waist, the movement as natural as breathing.
"So we've decided to double the prize money for the existing event."
The audience erupted. Some gasped, some clapped, and some turned to look at their companions in disbelief.
"Furthermore," Gu Yanshen's voice cut through the noise, "all authors of stories that moved my wife will receive a 10,000 yuan voucher from Ruijing."
This time, the gasp turned into a scream.
Ten thousand dollars might not be much to most of the media and guests present, but the phrase "everything that moved my wife" gave the award a sense of recognition and honor.
Gu Yanshen glanced at Lin Chen below the stage. Lin Chen nodded very slightly and swiped his finger across the tablet.
"Winning authors—check out your newsletter."
The words had barely left his mouth—
Someone in the southeast corner of the audience suddenly stood up: "I won!"
A voice immediately followed from the southwest: "Me too!"
Then came the third, the fourth, the tenth… “I won the lottery!” “Here! And here!”