Strong-willed individuals express their inner dissatisfaction instantly.
"You don't need to apologize to him; you didn't cause him any formal harm."
As one person spoke, the others, emboldened, quickly chimed in.
"Exactly, if some people think they're so high and mighty, they shouldn't ride elevators with us."
"What kind of era is this, with people still trying to divide society by class."
Within seconds, the elevator descended into chaos, a cacophony of shouts.
Di Mingjue, standing by, felt embarrassed. He truly couldn't understand what Di Jianhan had experienced over the years out in the world, why his temperament had suddenly changed so drastically, and why his words and actions had become so suffocating.
"Birds of a feather truly flock together," Di Jianhan responded calmly to everyone's recent complaints.
With a ding, the elevator reached the first floor, disrupting the noise within.
As they exited, someone noticed Di Mingjue, who had accompanied Di Jianhan. Recalling the inexplicable humiliation they had suffered, some people took pictures of Di Mingjue as well.
Before they had even left the hospital, the scandal was already making headlines.
The trending topic was "Di Jue Group executive looks down on ordinary people."
Someone had somehow obtained the elevator surveillance footage, which, along with Di Jianhan's remarks and his photo, was posted online.
Due to Di Mingjue's sudden departure, Di Jue Group had experienced significant upheaval. Just as things had begun to stabilize, it was once again thrust into the spotlight.
Shen Lin was waiting by the hospital entrance. After Di Mingjue had safely helped Di Jianhan into the car, he informed him about the online situation.
"Mr. Di, should we have the public relations department handle this?"
"Yes."
Di Mingjue opened the rear car door, paused for a few seconds, then returned, "Send me the content."
With that, he got into the car.
Having just taken painkillers, Di Jianhan felt drowsy and overwhelmed by the warmth of the car.
As his eyelids began to droop, Di Mingjue roughly entered the car and shook him awake.
"I'll sleep for a bit. Call me when we arrive," Di Jianhan instructed, then struggled to adjust his position for sleep.
Nothing was that easy.
Di Mingjue tossed his phone into his lap.
The sudden cold, heavy object landing in his hands caused Di Jianhan to open his eyes in confusion. "What is it?"
"You'll know when you look," Di Mingjue said, rubbing his temples. Just spending over an hour alone with him had left him utterly exhausted.
Flipping through the content on the phone, Di Jianhan looked up and asked, "So what if I was exposed online? Is there a problem?"
These people were just envious of their money and power; they lacked any real ability.
He returned the phone to Di Mingjue's hand, adjusted his neck, and reiterated, "I'm going to sleep for a while. We can talk when I wake up."
The painkillers were more effective than sleeping pills; his eyelids felt like they were about to fight each other from exhaustion.
Di Mingjue looked at Di Jianhan, who could finally sleep peacefully, and inexplicably began to doubt if the person before him was truly Di Jianhan.
The current him was more obnoxious than a village thug. His demeanor and behavior exuded arrogance. The former gentleman, the one with literary sensibilities, had completely vanished.
Shen Lin, in the passenger seat, sensed Di Mingjue's emotions and glanced at him in the rearview mirror.
The car traveled to the Di residence. Di Mingjue did not wake Di Jianhan as instructed. He got out of the car alone and went into the front hall to arrange for servants to help Di Jianhan inside.
Lu Sisi saw Di Mingjue return, looking angry, and immediately connected it to the online remarks. She followed him, feigning concern, "Brother Mingjue, what happened between you and Uncle at the hospital? Why would someone post the video online?"
The entire trending topic was filled with骂, with no one speaking up in his defense.