Under the shock, everyone gradually realized something was wrong.
From beginning to end, it was Di Ruihe who unilaterally announced that Di Mingjue was dead, and there was no body at the memorial service held for him. Instead, now, the person believed to be dead appeared alive at the memorial hall.
The reporters turned their cameras towards Di Mingjue.
Pushed by Shen Lin, he stood at the front. Looking at the words at the back, the memorial hall at this moment seemed like a joke.
"How can this be? How are you here?" Di Ruihe looked at the unharmed Di Mingjue in front of him in disbelief.
The broadcast had declared him dead, so how could he be here perfectly fine?
At close range, the two spoke in voices only they could hear.
"Didn't expect this, did you? You calculated everything but grew careless in the end. You believed the news reports without seeing my body?" Di Mingjue said, his tone suddenly rising, "Oh, I forgot. The news never reported that the family of three was my family of three; it was all news you presumptuously confirmed." xxs壹贰
The reporters below stirred. Eager to break the news on the front page, some immediately went live.
Not only the memorial hall but the entire capital was shocked.
As everyone watched Di Mingjue, who had seemingly returned from the dead, they put down their work to learn the truth.
Shen Lin handed over a microphone, and Di Mingjue solemnly addressed the reporters, "Thank you all for attending my memorial service, and thank you to my cousin, Di Ruihe. It's a blessing to be alive and attend my own memorial service."
What seemed like a lighthearted joke was, in fact, a subtle attack on Di Ruihe.
To gain power, he could knowingly allow him to be declared dead. What more extreme actions might he take for other gains in the future?
The old lady of the family, upon learning Di Mingjue was alive, insisted on going to the memorial hall.
"Alright, since everyone has already come, you may all leave now. After all, what remains is our family matter, and it's not appropriate for everyone to continue participating." Di Mingjue gave Di Ruihe face, using the gentlest words to dismiss them.
What was happening in front of them was just the tip of the iceberg; what was to come would be the most explosive.
The reporters lingered, unwilling to leave.
Polite words had been spoken. If they didn't leave, they would have to be forcibly removed.
In an instant, a group of men in black appeared in the hall and coldly drove everyone away. No matter how strong their desire to stay, they couldn't escape the pushing and pulling of the men in black.
Fearing their expensive cameras would be damaged, the reporters had no choice but to leave the hall with their equipment. Standing outside, they immediately set up their cameras, focusing on the entrance of the memorial hall.
The old lady slowly descended from the car. Seeing the crowd of reporters outside, she quickened her pace to enter.
Her appearance also shifted the reporters' focus. Many turned their cameras towards the old lady, their lenses following her all the way to the entrance.
Men in black stood outside, blocking her way with their hands, "You cannot go inside!"
"Do you know who I am?" the old lady scolded angrily.
The housekeeper beside her patted her back, helping her calm down.
"Old Madam, perhaps we should wait here for a while. Since Young Master Mingjue is alright, he must have important matters to attend to. Once he's finished, he will naturally come to see you," the housekeeper advised.
"That brat! He kept such a big secret from me. Isn't he afraid of giving me a fright?" the old lady grumbled.
For days, she had been unable to eat or sleep, relying on nutrient drips to sustain her. If not for her urgent desire, she wouldn't have had the strength to get out of bed and come here.
The old lady pushed the men in black with her cane, "Move aside quickly!"