After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots' Beloved

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Live Internet Face-Slapping of Fu Siya! (2)

The girl wearing the baseball cap was none other than Lu Sheng.

Old Mr. Fu still held the last bit of affection for Fu Siya; he allowed Lu Sheng to appear at the press conference and publicly ask this question.

Should Fu Siya show even a hint of guilt, hesitation, or remorse, Old Mr. Fu would feel there was still a sliver of hope for redemption in his granddaughter, and he would be willing to give her one last chance.

However, Fu Siya’s reaction was completely contrary to what Old Mr. Fu had anticipated.

Instead of showing any signs of guilt, she became extremely angry and looked fiercely at Lu Sheng.

"Miss, I don’t know which media you represent, but I’m even more curious about your intentions behind such a question!"

"My grandfather was alone on a cruise when he went out to sea. It’s clear that his demise was an accidental fall overboard; how could it have possibly been an intentional murder?"

"If there was a murder, there must be an enemy involved. But my grandfather has been kind and charitable all his life, who would have the heart to harm a man like him?"

"By asking such a question here, isn’t it obvious that you’re trying to set a narrative? Are you advocating some conspiracy theory, intending to tarnish my grandfather’s reputation?"

Seeing Fu Siya in a rage, the other journalists also felt that the question was inappropriate.

Old Mr. Fu had a far-reaching reputation; he was an upright and noble-hearted philanthropic entrepreneur renowned in Jiang City.

Now that the old man has passed away, labelling his death as a suspected murder would tarnish his legacy, stirring up many unwarranted suspicions and incidents.

No wonder Miss Fu was so angry.

Her grandfather lived a clean life, but after his death, he is being speculated upon as if he might have done something wrong or offended someone to have been killed. Who would be willing to accept that?

As the crowd was abuzz with talk, the girl in the baseball cap remained calm and asked again, "Is Miss Fu certain?"

"Old Mr. Fu was on the cruise alone, with no one else present when he fell overboard."

"Has Miss Fu truly never considered the possibility that Old Mr. Fu might have been murdered?"

"Or is there some unknown reason why Miss Fu feels there is absolutely no such possibility?"

"...Shut your mouth!" Fu Siya snapped, having reached her limit.

Fu Siya clenched her fists, glaring fiercely at the journalist below who continued to ask questions, seemingly oblivious to her anger. Was there something wrong with their brain?

Originally, no one at the scene even considered the possibility of murder, but after being asked twice in a row, Fu Siya noticed the expressions of those present were changing.

They unconsciously began to wonder if such a possibility existed, whether Old Mr. Fu’s death could indeed be more than just a simple fall overboard.

...No.

She could not let this rabble-rouser, who had popped out of nowhere, remain here.

Fu Siya raised her voice and called out, "Where’s security! Someone, please escort this troublemaking journalist out!"

"I will not allow anyone to slander my grandfather, and I will absolutely not accept interviews from their media organization in the future regarding events related to the Fu Family!"

At Fu Siya’s command, the security personnel who had been stationed around the conference hall swiftly surrounded Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng glanced at the frantic Fu Siya, standing there indifferently, stationary as the guards closed in around her.

"Miss, please leave the venue."

As he spoke, the head of the security team rolled up his sleeves and warned, "If you don’t leave voluntarily, don’t blame us for being inhospitable!"

Yet, Lu Sheng remained unmoved.

Just as the guards were about to physically pull her away, the doors to the conference hall suddenly creaked open at that moment.

A robust and full-throated voice resonated through the Great Hall, reaching everyone’s ears – "Let’s see who dares to lay a hand on her!"

Upon this declaration, everyone present could not help but be shaken.

This voice... how could this voice sound like Old Mr. Fu?

All journalists and photographers on the scene, including Fu Siya on the stage, subconsciously turned their heads and then saw that the conference room door was wide open at this moment.

Then they saw a man wearing a black suit, with a commanding presence, calmly pushing a wheelchair into the Great Hall.

The handsome man was none other than Li Muchen, the man behind the scenes in control of the Li Group who caused an internet sensation upon his first public appearance.

And the person in the wheelchair he was pushing was Old Mr. Fu, who had been missing for nearly four days and had just been declared dead by Fu Siya!

Old Mr. Fu looked a bit pale but appeared safe and sound, very much alive.

What, what’s going on??

Old Mr. Fu isn’t dead??

Everyone present thought they were seeing things, and the live broadcast room exploded in an instant!

The barrage of comments flew by so fast that it was impossible to see what anyone was saying.

But if there were to be a count of the most frequently appearing words, they would certainly be the two characters for "holy shit."

Fu Siya too was utterly stunned, abruptly standing up from her seat on the stage, her words faltering: "Grand... Grandpa? You’re not dead?"

Fu Siya was completely dumbfounded.

What’s going on... How could grandpa suddenly appear at the press conference, wasn’t he already dead at sea? How could he have come back to life?!

And Li Muchen, wasn’t he going to announce his engagement to her after answering the journalists’ questions? Why is he pushing grandpa out here now?

Old Mr. Fu glanced at his granddaughter on the stage, Fu Siya was visibly panicked.

He icily looked towards the security guards surrounding Lu Sheng and spoke with an authoritative voice:

"You lot, get out of my way now."

"I’m here, let’s see who dares to drag Nannan out of the venue!"

—Nannan?

Fu Siya’s eyes widened even more, suddenly realizing something, her pupils shook like an earthquake as she looked towards the girl wearing a baseball cap.

Old Mr. Fu wasn’t dead, he was the most authoritative person in the entire Fu Family. The security guards, although shocked as well, immediately obeyed the order and stepped back.

So, under everyone’s gaze, Lu Sheng walked out unhurriedly, coming to stand beside Old Mr. Fu.

The girl took off her baseball cap and mask, revealing her cool and beautiful face.

In an instant, everyone present couldn’t help but exclaim—

Isn’t that Lu Sheng, the illegitimate daughter from the Lu Family? What is she doing here?

So, was it her, the journalist who asked the questions from the audience just now?

The press conference that was proceeding smoothly had suddenly experienced such a dramatic turnaround.

Just a second ago, Miss Fu of the Fu Family announced Old Mr. Fu had died, even publicly revealing the will, but the next second, Old Mr. Fu himself suddenly appeared in the venue.

And Li Muchen of the Li Group, why was he pushing the Old Mr. Fu out here? What does today’s events have to do with this illegitimate daughter of the Lu Family?

Journalists swarmed towards Old Mr. Fu, a bunch of microphones thrust in front of him.

Journalists one after another, all asking what exactly had happened, what exactly was going on.

"What exactly happened, I think my granddaughter should know better than anyone."

Old Mr. Fu looked towards Fu Siya on the stage, coldly saying, "Siya, why don’t you tell everyone what all this is really about."