My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 302: Rong Yan has given birth to your child!

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Rong Yan has given birth to your child!

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“Why hasn’t he come out yet?”

“Damn it, we haven’t been duped, have we?”

“Shouldn’t be the case. The person who leaked the info was so sure, they couldn’t possibly stand us up, let’s wait a bit longer. Once we get the guy, this is gonna be huge news! The entertainment industry’s been dead quiet lately! It’s been ages since we had a decent scoop. If we don’t get some hot gossip soon, this month will be another write-off.”

“Sigh! That’s the same for us. Our magazine has had two blank issues recently, and the editor-in-chief has been cursing every day. Pfft! What’s the use of scolding us! If those celebrities don’t create scandals, can we grab a bull by the horns? Besides, sometimes even after lots of trouble to get a hot scoop, they just go and sell it to the celebrities for a high price. Round up to the nearest whole number, it’s like we did it for nothing! Let’s hope we don’t come up empty-handed this time!”

A few paparazzi were squatting outside the hotel, chit-chatting, and one of them, wearing a woolen hat and with a scruffy beard, watched them talk with cold eyes. He didn’t blend in at all, standing with his equipment the whole time, ready to dash out at any moment.

“Look at him.” He was completely left out, and the chatting paparazzi had noticed him too, pursing their lips and signaling their annoyance to their companions with displeased faces.

“Who is that?”

Just then.

A short and fat man came out of the Lihao Hotel.

Before the other paparazzi could even react, the man in the woolen hat charged out like an arrow leaving the bow, camera in hand, blocking the man’s path. “Mr. Huang, right?”

“Who are you!” The man blocked at the door was none other than Huang Youde, who had just split up with Rong Weiwei. He was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the camera-wielding reporter and panicked, but quickly composed himself. He still put on a very surprised expression, though.

“I’m a reporter from Dongdu Entertainment. I want to ask Mr. Huang, do you know Rong Yan?” the paparazzo in the woolen hat asked, blocking his way.

Huang Youde’s face showed a ‘panicked’ expression, “What Rong Yan? I don’t know who you are talking about. Move aside, I need to go.”

The other paparazzi finally caught on and, though a step behind, rushed over and blocked his way.

“Mr. Huang, you don’t know Rong Yan?”

“Mr. Huang, it’s said you were the one Rong Yan cheated with when she was 17.”

“Do you know you have a son?”

With an expression of irritation, Huang Youde waved his hands, “Move! If you don’t, I’ll call security! I don’t have a son, only a daughter. Stop encircling me, I’m just an ordinary person.”

The first paparazzo with the woolen hat stood in front of him, the lens almost touching his face, and let out a weird laugh. “Mr. Huang, don’t you know that Rong Yan had a son for you five years ago?”

Here it comes!

Huang Youde immediately put on a shocked expression and stuttered, “What are you talking about, what son?”

“Five years ago, when Rong Yan was dating Mr. Shi, she cheated on him with another man and got pregnant, leaving the entertainment industry. She only came back five years later! Has she not contacted you since coming back? Don’t you know that she had your son?” the paparazzo stated slowly.

If Rong Weiwei hadn’t looked for him before, by now he most likely would’ve been in such shock that his jaw might have dropped, and he would’ve burst into laughter without hesitation, saying he had never had any relations with Rong Yan five years ago, so how could there be a son?

But he had received one hundred thousand yuan for nothing, and there was even more benefit to come. Why would he give that up willingly?

Huang Youde’s eyes darted around, and he feigned a look of shock and confusion as if trying to explain, “Impossible! How could that be? That night… no, I don’t know, I’m not doing any interviews!”

His reaction was as good as an admission.

The paparazzi, like cats smelling fish, pressed in even closer—