Battered Young Miss 100 Tribute 37

The mics from various reporters was practically hitting the face of Chaing Ailing.

"What are your motives?"

"Were you married within those three years or are you single?"

"Did anyone put you up to this?"

"Are you going to live with the child or just hand him over?"

"Who do you think the child should stay with? The Zhang family or Duan family?"

"Since the heiress was never married, is the child going to go to the Zhang family? But wouldn't the family of Mr Duan Feng not want custody of their grandchild?"

The questions kept coming, while the perpetrator kept a small smile on her face. Meanwhile, the little child kept looking around at the strange number of people that had taken interest on him. The police soon caught wind of what was going on, as the talk of the heiress son also reached their ears.

"Could you share with us his full name?"

"For now, the child is called by my family name Chiang Lun and No, I am not married."

"Why Chiang and not Duan the father's name or Zhang the mother's name? Could you care to elaborate?"

"Miss Zhang Mi and Mr Duan Feng both agreed that Lun take up my family name to protect others from finding out he was their child until they were ready to introduce him to the public."

"Are both families aware that they have a grandson?"

"No, they don't, but I plan on telling them today."

"On Live TV that is?"

The question although somewhat sarcastic was not far from the truth. If she truly had good intentions, why tell the grandparents that they have a grandchild, of which they had no idea about on live TV?

"Please don't get me wrong, this was the only way I could think of to get them to know that they have a grandson, both Duan and Zhang family are very difficult to reach! I just want Lun to see his mother's face for the last time, before she is laid to rest."

The woman pleaded with the officers by the entrance, while cars drove by into Zhang villa.

"Sorry, but until we see concrete proof that the child here is the son of Miss Zhang, we have no choice but to bar you from entering."

Chiang Ailing's lipped thinned with displeasure, she couldn't believe how unreasonable the police was, even after hearing the recording that was played to the reporters. Unlike the press that were easily led by what they heard or saw, the police were a different breed entirely who moved based on fact and evidence and not on hearsay or words from emotional manipulators.

The camera zoomed in on the little child, who didn't know that he was only a part of a chess piece that was being used in a deadly game.

One of the male reporters in navy blue suit and tie spoke with the camera laser focused on him, addressing the viewers on the other side of the lens, to report a live coverage outside the home belonging to the "late" Zhang Mi.