Jiang Ziyu's heart pounded in her throat. She gripped the old lady's arm tightly, watching Di Mingjue ahead with concern.
Di Mingjue, with a gun to his head, appeared surprisingly relaxed, even smiling at her.
"I'm not crazy! It's all you, your selfishness caused all this," Di Ruihe accused, pointing at the old lady excitedly. "You only have Di Mingjue as your grandson, giving him sole control of the family and the company. You've always looked down on me, on everything I do."
Hearing the accusation, the old lady's heart skipped a beat. All three children had grown up by her side; her palms and the back of her hands were flesh and blood. How could she possibly dislike one over the other?
The reason she entrusted the Di Estate and the company to Di Mingjue was due to his capabilities and his approach to handling matters, making him suitable as a leader.
As for him and Di Dongsheng, one was good at scheming, while the other was rash. The Di Jue Group, in their hands, would only decline faster.
However, aside from official duties, the old lady felt she had not wronged them in any way in their daily lives.
"Ruihe, there must be some misunderstanding. Put down the gun first. Let's sit down and talk properly," the old lady said, slowly stepping forward, terrified that Di Ruihe would pull the trigger.
After taking two steps, Di Ruihe pointed the gun at them, warning with hostility, "Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot you first!"
The old lady never imagined he would be so deranged, nor could she believe what she was hearing.
The grandson she had personally nurtured was now about to use a gun to deal with her? She managed a wry smile, feeling that her life up to this point had been in vain.
"Do you know the consequences of firing that gun? Have you considered your wife and children? They don't know what's happening right now, but once you pull that trigger, your son will be the son of a murderer, and your wife will be scorned. You can selfishly end it all, but what about your child? He's so young, do you want him to leave with you?" Jiang Ziyu rebuked sharply.
All along, her greatest aversion had been to selfish individuals who only cared about themselves and neglected those around them. Even in death, it would be letting them off easy.
She released the old lady and walked towards him, ignoring Di Ruihe's furious roars and the old lady's pleas. Jiang Ziyu stopped before them.
With a reach, she could have the gun from his hand.
"I've always known that Qianqian's vocal cords couldn't function properly because of you, but I could tolerate it for her. And you? For what you desire, you disregard Xiao Shan's future. A person like you, even death wouldn't bring peace," Jiang Ziyu continued to provoke him.
Finally, with repeated mentions of Xiao Shan, Di Ruihe's mental fortitude crumbled. The feigned weakness he had maintained for so long had become ingrained in his bones. At this moment, his emotions were in turmoil, unsure of the right course of action.
In his confusion, Jiang Ziyu swiftly kicked the gun out of his hand. Twisting her body, she followed up with another kick to his stomach before landing.
Di Ruihe was thrown to the ground. By the time he reacted to grab the gun, it was already in Jiang Ziyu's possession.
She removed the gun's butt, looking inside. The gun had no bullets. The moment she entered, Di Mingjue had conveyed this to her with his eyes. This was why she dared to move forward.
Only then did Di Ruihe realize he had been tricked again. This gun had also been prepared by Di Mingjue beforehand.
He looked like a defeated rooster, dejectedly waiting for the police to apprehend him.
"He who harms others ultimately harms himself. This saying always holds true," Jiang Ziyu stated.
The police approached Di Ruihe, gripping his arms and pressing them behind his shoulders, one hand holding his wrist, the other reaching for the bracelet clipped to his waistband.