The newspaper office must have contacted Gu Xiuyu, or at least someone close to him. Following the trail, they would eventually find a clue.
Di Mingjue looked at the reporters in the distance who were unwilling to leave. He walked towards them.
No time to dodge, the reporter cowered, shielding his camera as he looked at Di Mingjue. "I, I didn't take pictures of you..."
What is meant by "protesting too much," this is it.
Di Mingjue glanced at the sweat dripping from the reporter's forehead and offered him a handkerchief.
The handkerchief was made of high-quality silk, exuding an aura of expense.
The reporter looked at the handkerchief, then at Di Mingjue with a confused expression, unable to understand his intention.
"Wipe the sweat off your forehead," Di Mingjue insisted, pressing it into his hand.
Despite the cool silk fabric, the reporter felt a burning sensation. He took a deep breath, and the sweat flowed even more freely.
Seeing his fearful face, Di Mingjue looked down at the name tag on his chest, "Southern Newspaper."
He crumpled the handkerchief, and the reporter quickly admitted his mistake, "I'll delete the photos immediately. I definitely won't publish them without your consent."
Taking out the camera from under him, the reporter lowered his head to check the photos he had just taken. He was reluctant; these photos would have provided the newspaper with the latest news, and he would have gotten a promotion and a raise.
His thumb hovered over the delete button reluctantly. As he closed his eyes and pressed it, his arm was raised.
Seeing that it was Di Mingjue's hand, he looked astonished.
He said he deleted them, but is that not enough?
"You don't have to delete the photos. I consent to you publishing them," Di Mingjue said.
Did he hear that correctly? He could publish them?
The reporter blinked, secretly pressing his fingernail into his palm. A sharp pain instantly brought him back to his senses, and he quickly expressed his gratitude, "Mr. Di, rest assured, our newspaper will report the facts as they are and will not fabricate false information."
"No, I want you to fabricate facts," Di Mingjue demanded.
The information online was leaked by Gu Xiuyu. He simply wanted everyone to believe that he and Ye Ziyu were in love, and that their relationship was a thing of the past.
If he didn't respond, wouldn't that be wasting the sensational topic Gu Xiuyu had so meticulously prepared?
After explaining the general plan to the reporter, the reporter immediately made arrangements with Di Mingjue for its execution.
Finding the content satisfactory, Di Mingjue allowed him to proceed with his plan.
Ye Chenhan, seeing him talking to an unfamiliar reporter, walked over curiously.
"You can go. I'll contact you if there are any changes," Di Mingjue said.
The reporter glanced at Ye Chenhan and quickly left with his camera.
"You didn't tell him to delete the photos?" Ye Chenhan asked.
He detested these reporters, always holding cameras and snapping pictures. They would turn a single image into a lengthy article, and some unscrupulous reporters were even worse, fabricating stories for traffic.
Di Mingjue turned and walked towards the police station, "He is useful to me."
"Useful for what?" Ye Chenhan followed him, "Do you want to use reporters to send a message to Gu Xiuyu?"
Even saying the idea out loud felt unreliable. Ye Ziyu was currently by Gu Xiuyu's side. Even if Di Mingjue shouted to the heavens from here, Gu Xiuyu would still be smug.
Entering the police station, Di Mingjue informed Xie Mingxia of his intentions.
"You want to let it go?" Xie Mingxia felt it was not right.
Since the other party had entered the online sphere, it was an opportunity delivered to their doorstep. If they gave it up, they didn't know when they would get another chance to find them.
Di Mingjue did not listen and insisted on his plan, "Officer Xie, if you do not cooperate, I will abandon this line of investigation."
The capabilities of the two major corporations were hundreds of times stronger than those of local police.