Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 263 - 266 Her Questioning

Chapter 263: 266 Her Questioning

After that, Mr. President gently patted the hand of the injured man, didn’t say anything else, and walked away.

"..."

In everyone’s astonishment, the injured man let out a low, choking sob...

Tang Xiaohua watched from behind but couldn’t for the life of her understand...

"Qu Yu, I’m giving you two hours to compile a situation report on the earthquake disaster for me."

"Yes, Mr. President."

Since Qu Yu needed to gather data, he would definitely need to coordinate with relevant departments working in the disaster area, and thus couldn’t stay by Wen Nian’s side. He glanced at Tang Xiaohua,

"Protect Mr. President well."

"...Yes."

Wen Nian stepped out of the tent, the air filled with the scent of death and blood.

Tang Xiaohua stood behind Wen Nian and finally couldn’t suppress her curiosity, asking,

"What did you say to that man just now?"

"I didn’t say anything."

Tang Xiaohua frowned, "Then why did he cry after you left?"

"When you reach the point of heartache, naturally you have to cry."

Wen Nian said indifferently and continued walking forward. Tang Xiaohua knew Wen Nian must have said something to that man... not telling her is just not telling her, what’s with the act of being so deep...

As he walked, journalists followed him. He brought encouragement to the soldiers rescuing and greeted the injured victims of the disaster...

Every action of his was now a scene fiercely fought over by all the major TV stations for coverage.

Tang Xiaohua remained about three steps behind him, occasionally helping the rescue workers on the side.

Her brows tightened...

Her expression grew more and more uncomfortable, and her heart more and more sorrowful.

"Feeling unwell?"

Wen Nian noticed her discomfort and quickly asked.

Tang Xiaohua pursed her lips and shook her head, but the very next second, as the rescuers were sawing off the leg of a lady who was trapped under a rock, she felt a wave of nausea and leaned over to the side and began to vomit.

Wen Nian frowned slightly, casting a look that signaled all the journalists to stop filming.

He walked up behind Tang Xiaohua and patted her back,

"If you feel unwell, go and stay inside the tent."

Tang Xiaohua emptied the contents of her stomach completely...

Bracing herself on her legs, every time she closed her eyes, she either saw a distraught mother holding her lifeless child or a man clutching a hand crushed under a rock adorned with a ring...

Every scene was a heart-wrenching, life-and-death parting, every scene was a life being recklessly shattered, every scene...

She didn’t understand,

"How can you remain so calm..."

She looked at Wen Nian, asking with knitted brows.

Wen Nian handed her a bottle of water.

"There’s no need for you to come here in person, to such a dangerous place where aftershocks can happen at any time."

Tang Xiaohua said in a suppressed voice, challenging him.

In this world, perhaps the only person bold enough to call out the President was Tang Xiaohua.

"Because the tale of your timely visit to the disaster area will be greatly amplified through the journalists and media outlets, and the entire nation will come to believe they have a President who cares deeply about his people. Is that it?"

Wen Nian quietly watched her...

In her eyes, he saw mockery, disdain, and even... disgust.

"So that’s why you can remain so calm—"

"Have they not come out yet?"

Tang Xiaohua hadn’t finished speaking when they heard the anxious conversation of several rescuers coming from a diagonal direction.

"No, no matter what we say, they won’t dare to crawl out! There’s only that one opening, and we can’t crawl in."

"What should we do now?"

The rescuers seemed to be in quite a dilemma, and Wen Nian walked over...

"Mr. President..."