Di Minghao, his earlier imposing aura completely gone, stood there like a deflated balloon, too ashamed to even lift his head.
Seizing the opportunity, Di Mingjue reclaimed Di Minghao's meager rights within the company. Henceforth, he was thoroughly marginalized, stripped of any real power within the Di family.
Seeing Di Minghao so utterly humiliated, his great-aunt took offense. She rallied Di Minghao's parents, and together they turned to the old matriarch to demand fairness.
"This is unjust. Even if Minghao failed a few investment projects, he hasn't committed any heinous acts. He carries the Di family's blood, so why should he be barred from participating in the family's affairs?"
"Exactly. Our Minghao has always been obedient and sensible. If he did anything detrimental to the company, it was because you forced his hand. You hold all the power, and yet your brothers and cousins work under you without any recognition or promotion. I suspect you're being selfish, hoarding all the benefits for yourself."
The situation was laid bare, and some truths were clearly spoken. Yet, a few people stubbornly refused to understand, insisting on twisting logic.
Di Mingjue paid no mind to their words, but the old matriarch was different.
She watched her family, who should have been united and loving, spew such hurtful words over money, and her heart churned with unease. Clutching her chest, she forcefully pounded her free hand on the armrest of her chair, "Enough! What is this commotion in our home?"
Speaking too forcefully, a block of air lodged in her chest, and the old matriarch nearly fainted. Supporting her dizzy head, she was unable to voice some of her thoughts.
Seeing this, Di Mingjue decided he wouldn't waste further words on these insatiably greedy people. He called for a servant and ordered them to be thrown out.
"You've gone mad! How dare you treat us like this, disregarding kinship!" Di Minghao stared at Di Mingjue in disbelief as the nearby servants, following instructions, grabbed his arms and pushed him out.
In the courtyard, Di Minghao's enraged shouts echoed.
"Di Mingjue, you just wait! I will make you regret everything you've done today!"
With the people expelled and the main hall returned to its former quiet, Jiang Ziyu administered an acupuncture treatment to the old matriarch, regulating her qi and blood. Back in her room, she stood at the doorway, observing Di Mingjue by the window.
What good was wealth and power? Every family had its own burdens. Di Mingjue, perceived by outsiders as rich and handsome, seemingly beloved by many, was actually surrounded by those who wished for his downfall.
She picked up her needle bag and walked in.
"It's time. You need your treatment."
Di Mingjue turned, his voice low. "Let's do it here."
A breeze might clear his head.
Sensing his foul mood, and considering he was her child's father, Jiang Ziyu pushed the wheelchair closer to him. She first helped him into the wheelchair and then closed the window.
"Close your eyes!" Jiang Ziyu commanded, looking down at him.
Di Mingjue did not resist, obediently shutting his eyes.
Jiang Ziyu faltered, and the needle accidentally pricked her own hand. Gasping, she quickly brought it to her mouth to suck.
"You pricked yourself?" Di Mingjue asked with concern, "Who were you thinking about?"
Dogs can't produce anything but dung!
Jiang Ziyu, judging that he had enough troubles for the day, chose not to argue. She swiftly inserted the needle into the acupoints on his scalp and placed a clock to time it.
Receiving no response, Di Mingjue grew restless. He spoke again, "If you wish to stay by Qianqian's side, then associate less with unsavory men."
Unsavoury men? She associated with perfectly normal people.
Jiang Ziyu rolled her eyes and retorted, "I'm going to see Qianqian. You sit there and don't move."
Di Mingjue raised his hand to stop her, his eyes suddenly brightening as a blurred figure passed by.