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Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Press Conference, Face-Slapping and Trashing Scum Alert
This week, a sensational event occurred in Jiang City.
On Wednesday afternoon, Fu Jiancheng, the Chairman of the Fu Group, accidentally fell overboard while on a cruise and went missing. After two days of unsuccessful search and rescue by the police, the incident has been causing a uproar on the internet.
Old Mr. Fu is a well-known conscientious entrepreneur in Jiang City, and his Fu Group has always donated funds and supplies whenever the nation faced disasters. Hence, Old Mr. Fu has always been deeply respected by netizens.
The news of his disappearance has naturally concerned many internet users.
Generally speaking, the likelihood of surviving a fall into the sea is very slim.
Although Old Mr. Fu could swim, he was already over sixty years old, and even if he managed to swim to survive, how long could an elderly person’s strength last?
On the first night, netizens still held hope, thinking that perhaps a miracle could happen.
By the second day, everyone felt that it would be fortunate just to find the body.
By the third evening, the news that Old Mr. Fu was still missing was hanging on the trending searches on Weibo.
While the officials haven’t explicitly stated that Old Mr. Fu has met with disaster, the reality is already clear to everyone.
Many netizens spontaneously lit black and white candles in prayer for Old Mr. Fu, wishing him a peaceful journey.
Meanwhile, on Friday night, Old Mr. Fu’s granddaughter and current president of the Fu Group, Fu Siya, finally appeared in front of the Fu Group building wearing a black suit.
This was Fu Siya’s first public appearance in front of the media since the incident involving Old Mr. Fu.
As soon as she showed up, the journalists who had been waiting outside the Fu Group promptly thrusted their microphones forward, bombarding her with questions.
"Miss Fu, has Old Mr. Fu been confirmed dead? Has his body been recovered?"
"Miss Fu, what impact will Old Mr. Fu’s accident have on the future development of the Fu Group?"
"Miss Fu, with Old Mr. Fu gone, are you set to take over and become the head of the Fu Group?"
"Miss Fu, we heard that Old Mr. Fu adored his only grandson Fu Chen very much. Did Old Mr. Fu make any arrangements for him?"
The officials haven’t even announced Old Mr. Fu’s misfortune yet, and these reporters seeking sensationalism are already using words like "body" and "before his death."
No matter who it was, as a granddaughter who has any true feelings for her grandfather, she should be infuriated upon hearing such words.
But Fu Siya merely lifted her hand to remove her sunglasses, revealing her pale and haggard face that was actually still carefully made up.
With reddened eyes and a hoarse voice, she said: "Regarding matters about my grandfather, I won’t respond here today."
"Tomorrow at noon, I will hold a press conference at the Fu Group. If you have any questions, please ask them at the press conference."
After speaking, Fu Siya quickly entered the Great Hall again, as if she were so overwhelmed with grief that she had no energy to speak further.
In the apartment, Lu Sheng, seeing Fu Siya’s pretentious sorrow when she was clearly not that upset, furrowed his brows and turned off the TV.
Li Muchen reached for a slice of watermelon from the fruit plate beside him and fed it to the girl in his arms, then kissed her temple and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?"
The tall and handsome man didn’t care that his expensive trousers were being wrinkled by the girl, his voice deep and unconcerned.
The tenderness in his eyes seemed about to spill over, the two of them cuddling each other so closely that they were inseparable.
"I’m angry for Grandpa Fu," said Lu Sheng as she bit into the watermelon, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of coldness.
"I originally thought that even if Fu Siya did such an outrageous thing to Grandpa Fu, she would at least have a trace of guilt in her heart."
"But now I see clearly, Fu Siya and Lu Qianrou are essentially the same type of people—selfish, cold-hearted, ruthless, with no bottom line, willing to throw away any familial affection and principles for their own interests."
"It’s just heartbreaking that Grandpa Fu has treated Fu Siya as his most cherished granddaughter for over twenty years, carefully nurturing and looking after her."
"Grandpa Fu has lived a life of integrity and kindness, earning everyone’s respect. Who could have imagined that he almost met his death at the hands of his own flesh and blood?"
Hearing Lu Sheng speak so, Li Muchen’s expression darkened, and he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear: "Don’t worry." 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
"Old Mr. Fu has always placed great importance on character and family tradition. Given what Fu Siya has done this time, even if he treated her as if she had never existed, he would not easily forgive her and let this matter slide."
Indeed.
Fortunately, this time, the initiative was in their hands.
On Wednesday night, Lu Sheng had checked Li Muchen’s grandmother’s health and found her to be just slightly malnourished with no serious issues.
The next morning, the grandmother woke up from her coma. However, she had Alzheimer’s disease, didn’t even recognize Li Muchen, and didn’t know where she was, making normal communication impossible.
Lu Sheng contacted Professor Peng Hongyuan, who personally arranged for someone to take the grandmother to the research institute and promised to start targeted treatment for her condition.
Li Muchen also sent two personal caregivers from the Li Family to look after the grandmother there.
On the other hand, there was Scarface and his crew.
They were temporarily detained by Li Muchen, and all their cellphones were taken and kept by him.
Over these days, Li Feng had been calling Scarface’s phone non-stop.
Li Muchen didn’t switch off the phone but simply didn’t answer, letting it ring out each time until Li Feng, unable to bear it, hung up aggressively.
Not having received the person at the agreed time and place and being unable to contact Scarface,
Li Feng must have been nearly driven mad these past few days, constantly searching everywhere for Scarface’s whereabouts.
With his biggest bargaining chip lost, Lu Sheng was very curious to see—how Li Feng planned to act out this drama.
*
The next day, at noon.
The venue for the press conference called by Fu Siya was the multimedia Great Hall on the first floor of the Fu Group’s headquarters, scheduled for twelve o’clock noon.
Li Muchen arrived before eleven-thirty, but multiple media outlets were already waiting onsite.
The man was dressed in an expensive, tailor-made black suit and sunglasses, but his sharp facial features and thin lips, slightly pursed, exuded an extraordinary presence.
His attire and movements were very low-key, and without drawing attention from the crowd, he slipped towards the meeting room.
However, before reaching the entrance to the meeting room, he first heard a loud bang from inside, the sound of something being smashed violently.
Then came an angry, frustrated roar—"Imbeciles! A bunch of imbeciles! I asked you to find someone, and after three days, you’ve found no one, what do I keep you around for?!"
Hearing his uncle’s voice coming from the room, Li Muchen slightly arched an eyebrow.
With a glance, Chen An behind him caught the signal and quickly went to push the door open.
With a creaking noise, Li Feng in the room, originally in a furor, suddenly turned his head, about to curse at the newcomer to get out, only to find Li Muchen standing outside the door.
"...Looking for someone?"
Li Muchen stood at the doorway with a straight posture and a calm expression, proactively asking Li Feng, "Uncle, who are you looking for that you can’t find? Do you want me to arrange for someone to help you look?"
