Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 196 Charity Auction

Rachel looked at the printed statement of repentance with surprise. Even though it had been typed and

printed, typing 10, 000 words was still hard work. But when had he had the time to write such a long

statement?

She sat up on the bed and checked it word by word, then raised her head to look up at him with doubt.

"When did you write this? You didn't seem to have any spare time."

"I wrote it on our way back, when you were sleeping. Don't read it now. Get some rest first, " Hiram

said, trying to take the stack of papers from her. It was more than 10, 000 words. By the time she read

it thoroughly, it would be daytime.

Rachel shook his hand off, wanting to read more. When she saw the words "my wife" mentioned on it,

she felt quite happy. Then, she carefully put the statement of repentance in the drawer where she kept

all her important documents.

She would read it more carefully when he wasn't at home.

When she lay back on the bed, Hiram instantly embraced her and sighed. "Darling… can I have the

honor of serving you tonight?"

Rachel couldn't reject his offer. She merely covered her red face with a corner of the quilt.

...

On Sunday night...

Under the shining crystal chandelier, the hall was full of ladies wearing elegant ball gowns, chatting

politely with the gentlemen present.

There was a short exchange meeting before the official auction.

"Mr. Yan, I heard that there will be a pair of jade bracelets from the Ming Dynasty being sold today. I

want them. Please buy them for me, " a woman in a red dress said sweetly, leaning against Patrick.

"Lucy, how dare you plead for that? Mr. Yan is already doing us a favor by granting us the privilege of

being here. Don't you feel embarrassed to ask for something so expensive?" a woman in a blue dress

said disdainfully, sitting down next to them.

Patrick, who was sitting between the two women, was smoking. Although he was accompanied by such

beautiful women, he turned a deaf ear to what they were saying.

At that moment, the reporters in the hall suddenly turned to the door, holding up their microphones. The

cameramen also pointed their cameras at the door.

"Who is coming? Why are all the reporters gathering around the door?"

The woman in the red dress asked curiously.

The woman in the blue dress sneered. "Who is coming? You're so na?ve. Of course it's the famous Mr.

Rong and his wife! Who else would make the reporters so enthusiastic?"

"Shut up, "

Patrick whispered to them, taking another puff of his cigar before standing up and facing the door.

The reporters all flooded to the door, but were held back by bodyguards. Hiram calmly passed through

the crowd, holding Rachel by her waist.

"Is this your wife, Mr. Rong?"

"Mr. Rong, what do you think of the current situation of Streams Company's stocks?"

"Please be quiet! Please wait a moment. Mr. Rong and his wife will answer your questions later!" Chad

answered loudly, standing in front of the reporters.

Hiram walked towards their table and sat down, but he still held onto Rachel's little hand tightly, trying

to keep her calm and relaxed.

Anyone who was coming to such an occasion for the first time would feel anxious, especially if they

were photographed and questioned by so many people.

The kind of tension it created was difficult to be put into words.

Fortunately, even when she was extremely nervous, Rachel's smile never left her face. At least in the

eyes of outsiders, she looked calm and composed.

"Can you answer this question first? Mr. Rong? When did you and Mrs. Rong get married?"

Hiram had just sat down when a reporter started questioning him in a hurry.

"Three months ago, " Hiram said, controlled the noisy atmosphere with a clear and simple answer.

Soon, the hall quieted down.

"Mr. Rong, I heard a rumor that you two had a divorce and got back together later. Is this true?" the

reporter continued.

"It's not true. We did go to court, but it was for preparing a notarized property agreement following our

marriage, " Hiram answered steadily.

"Then please..."

The reporter started again, but he was stopped by a man in a black uniform. "Please follow the rules. In

order to allow all the reporters to have a chance, everyone can ask only two questions.

So, who's next?" the uniformed man asked.

Rachel threw an anxious glance at the reporters who were holding microphones. She saw many

familiar faces here as well as many new ones, observing her and whispering.

Patrick was here, Luke was with Albert, and Violet was also present.

"Mr. Rong, one of the things the public is most concerned about is the kidnapping. It was said that your

sister and your wife were simultaneously kidnapped by criminals. Why did you choose to save your

sister?"

Knowing that he only had two questions to ask, the next reporter directly started with a sensitive

question.

Hiram felt the palm of Rachel's hand sweating at the moment. He looked at her, noticing that her smile

had become somewhat forced.

"The kidnappers' real target was my sister, not my wife. At that time, I didn't have any other choice if I

wanted to ensure the safety of both my wife and my sister, "

Hiram said calmly, holding on tight to Rachel's hand. "I know that some people are questioning my

choice. But I got the result that I wanted."

"Then may I pose a question to Mrs. Rong? Mrs. Rong, do you hate your husband for the choice he

made?" the reporter asked.

Patrick stood motionless like a cheetah hunting its prey. He focused his dark eyes on Rachel.

Rachel knew that the reporters would target her sooner or later. Although she was quite nervous, she

pretended to be calm. "Of course I hate him. But if he had saved me, then his sister would definitely

hate him. I'd rather he's hated by me than her!

Besides, I think no matter who encounters this problem, the choice would be difficult to make. What do

you think?"

Rachel smiled disarmingly at the reporter, who was stunned for a moment. When he opened his mouth This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

to reply, he was stopped by the uniformed man.

"You've asked two questions."

"Mrs. Rong, I heard that you made a dangerous escape after being held for two days. I also heard that

the kidnappers sold you to a bachelor in the mountain. Is that true?"

Another harsh question.

It came from the next reporter who stood up for his turn.

Hiram furrowed his brows and tightened his hand into a fist under the table. Seeing that, Rachel gently

put her hand on his.

"Yes, but the bachelor turned out to be a fool. The very night I was sold to him, I was rescued by

someone sent there by my husband."

"Oh? So you're saying you didn't get raped?" the reporter prodded, asking for a clear answer.

Rachel grinned. "Of course I didn't. I told you that he's a fool. If he weren't so stupid, he would have

already had a wife."

Under her calm exterior, Rachel was bristling. She now understood why some celebrities beat up

reporters instead of tolerating them. It seemed that sometimes, these reporters really needed to be

taught a lesson. The experiences that victims went through were bad enough, but they still had to face

reporters asking such shameless questions.

"It seems that Mrs. Rong is indeed very generous. You can actually forgive your husband even though

he nearly got you killed. Is it because the Rong family is wealthy, and you don't want to give up being

Mrs. Rong?"

This was asked by another reporter, who was even braver than the former one.