She knew that this panic was emanating from the depths of her heart, capable of swiftly permeating through her entire body.

Moreover, this woman was Shang Dongyuan’s beloved...

Chu Xiaoge sighed, stepped forward, gently held Panpan’s hand, and stood with her.

"You’re here too. Don’t be afraid; they’re just journalists. Just remember, everything you say is for Dongyuan."

Chu Xiaoge looked into Panpan’s eyes, conveying with his gaze and thoughts that they were surrounded by journalists, and if she truly loved Dongyuan, she should convince these reporters for Dongyuan’s sake.

Panpan understood Chu Xiaoge’s silent message.

She herself didn’t know that the restaurant events would be secretly filmed, nor did she expect things to get so out of hand.

Deep down, she felt somewhat apologetic towards Shang Dongyuan and Chu Xiaoge.

But Lou Zhaonian had already approached her, threatening her that if she didn’t ruin Shang Dongyuan, her family’s lives would be in danger!

Her presence here today was forced...

Thinking about her family, the guilt within Panpan’s heart was instantly obliterated.

She turned her head, looked at all the journalists, and loudly proclaimed, "What she said is false. Mr. Shang and I, we are in mutual love."

...

The whole room buzzed with shock.

Chu Xiaoge felt a jolt in her heart.

It’s over.

With Panpan’s words, the story she had previously fabricated was easily shattered.

What should she do now?

As she lowered her eyes, continuously contemplating how to respond, Chu Xiaoge unintentionally noticed that Panpan hadn’t let go of her hand!

This... She had just so firmly rejected her goodwill, yet how could she still be holding her hand?

Chu Xiaoge raised her gaze, looking at Panpan.

Only to see her eyes filled with shrinkage and fear.

How could someone who could say such decisive words display this kind of behavior?

Chu Xiaoge couldn’t understand; what exactly did Panpan want?

Didn’t she realize that with her words, Shang Dongyuan would be placed in a very dangerous position?

As Chu Xiaoge pondered deeply, the journalists below seized on new topics and continued their barrage of questions.

"Miss, you say you and Mr. Shang are in mutual love, so could you please describe the process from acquaintance to falling in love?"

"I... Mr. Shang and I..." Panpan hesitated, her performance far inferior to Chu Xiaoge’s, truly inadequate.

Some journalists on Chu Xiaoge’s side saw Panpan’s inability to articulate a word and immediately started criticizing her, "If you’re truly in love, surely you can manage even a simple sentence, can’t you?"

"We... we..." Panpan bit her lower lip, struggling for a long time, unable to utter even half a word, "Mr. Shang, he..."

It’s not Panpan’s fault; she had never understood what true mutual love meant.

For her, doing it was merely a means and method of earning money. Did it have anything to do with love?

Never having experienced it, even if she wanted to fabricate, she couldn’t.

Meanwhile, Chu Xiaoge had already grasped the flaw in Panpan’s words.

She smiled slightly and spoke out knowingly.

"Panpan, I know you’ve liked Dongyuan for a long time. But compared to you, Dongyuan clearly cares more about me and our child. To get his attention, you’ve orchestrated today’s scene, pushing Dongyuan into the abyss. True love should be selfless and demand no reward, not your way of relentless taking and betrayal."