Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 942: An Yiqing Wakes Up (5)

The cry of alarm awakened all the journalists present, their hands holding long and short lenses trembling with excitement—it’s the person of interest, live on the scene, and the verdict of life or death is today!

Ignoring the varied expressions in people’s eyes, An Yiqing sat in her wheelchair, slowly pushed into the venue by Zhang Yufeng. Behind her, An Zhifeng, An Zhihuo, and the other eight Blood Guards, all dressed in black, followed in an orderly fashion.

"You, you, you... you are..." The agent standing on the stage was slightly stunned as he looked at An Yiqing—wasn’t she supposed to be severely injured and in a coma? Could it be that he was seeing ghosts?

Rubbing his eyes, the agent stared incredulously at An Yiqing as she approached, a twinge of panic in his heart. At the same time, Cai Ziyu and a few elderly ladies sitting at the main table all flashed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"Me? I’m the person you’ve been cursing and hating to the bone."

Sitting in the wheelchair, An Yiqing’s face might have been pale, but her presence overshadowed everyone else. As Zhang Yufeng pushed her closer step by step, the agent involuntarily began to step back, completely giving up his position on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the person you’ve all been looking for, the founder of Xuanjin Pharmaceuticals, An Yiqing!"

With just one sentence, everyone, both on-site at the press conference and in front of the television screen, were stunned.

Among them, most had never seen An Yiqing and assumed she must be around thirty years old. But seeing this girl who had just come of age today, everyone was nearly agape.

This was the person who founded Xuanjin Pharmaceuticals? Damn, she was so young!

According to common sense, people did not believe such a young girl could run such a large company. But witnessing the woman on the television screen, full of elegance and calm composure, they involuntarily rejected the idea of "impossible."

However, the viewers in front of the TV had calmed down, but the elderly ladies at the press conference site had gone mad.

"Good, you little bitch, you’re that black-hearted boss! Give me back my granddaughter’s health! Her life has been ruined by you!"

"Damn you, born of a bitch, I curse your whole family to die! Go to hell! My daughter is about to get married, and her in-laws don’t want her anymore, it’s all because of you! All your fault!"

"Let me go! Let me beat her to death! Beat her to death!"

For a moment, the scene was thrown into chaos, and had it not been for An Zhifeng and the others holding them back, the elderly ladies would probably have torn An Yiqing apart.

Watching the ferocious display from the old ladies and the sobbing young wives, An Yiqing coldly smiled, her small laughter spreading through the entire venue, sending a chill down the spines of the reporters and the old ladies.

"Old ladies, we’ll talk about your insults to my family later. For now, let’s address the matter of your slanders and false accusations."

The old ladies were startled, and before they could even speak, Pei Wen, who had been standing beside the stage, roared out.

"Slander and defamation? You look so innocent and pretty, but why do you do such heartless things? The panel of experts and I diagnosed that Qinglu Beauty Elixir and Skinny Pill contain prohibited substances—is it still fake?"

At that moment, Pei Wen resembled a ruffled bald chicken, his few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, and he waved the documents in front of An Yiqing insistently. If it hadn’t been for Zhang Yufeng holding him back, he would have surely thrown those documents in An Yiqing’s face.