Cracks in the Xi Armor
Imperial Multi-Speciality Hospital, 23:50;
"Wouldn't it have been far more advantageous for her to keep the baby?" the reporter pressed, her tone dripping with disdain. "I mean, imagine—being the first to carry on the Xi family's bloodline. President Xi would've laid the world at her feet. Do you honestly believe she was petty enough to abort her first child?"
Luo Youyou lifted her head, gently dabbing the tears that cascaded down her cheeks with a napkin. Her eyes, still brimming with raw emotion, burned with animosity. After a brief moment of silence, she parted her lips to speak, but before the words could escape, her husband's voice cut through the air, silencing her.
"Enough!" Xi Chonglin roared, his eyes bloodshot with fury as he stormed into the reception area. "This interview is over. Everyone, out. Now," he commanded, his voice cold and resolute as he grasped his wife's wrist.