Di Ruihe was left speechless and glared at him defiantly.
Di Jiancheng, considering himself the elder, sat in his seat with an imposing air after being treated with such disregard by Di Mingjue. "Mingjue," he began, adopting a superior tone, "you lost your mother at a young age, and then your father. You grew up with the old lady, and she spoiled you into becoming arrogant and disrespectful. I am your uncle, and in name, I am half your father. If your father were here today, would you dare treat him with the same attitude you just showed me?"
Father?
Di Jianhan was not as incompetent as him.
"Does Uncle remember the past cooperation between Di Jue Group and the Chen family?"
Di Jiancheng's imposing presence was instantly crushed. He glanced away guiltily.
It was he who had secured the cooperation with the Chen family back then. Di Jue Group was in crisis, and with constant internal changes and unstable morale, no one was willing to collaborate.
Di Jiancheng, leveraging his secured deal with the Chen family, temporarily became the head of the Di family. Everyone believed this cooperation would pull Di Jue Group out of its predicament, unaware that it would lead to an even greater one.
Driven by selfish desires, Di Jiancheng tampered with the contract and misappropriated company funds to cover his gambling debts, nearly driving Di Jue Group into bankruptcy.
This incident was Di Jiancheng's dirty secret. It was because of his actions that the old lady transferred control of Di Jue Group to Di Mingjue.
In less than a week, the young Di Mingjue became a legendary figure in the capital, turning the tide for Di Jue Group.
"Heh, you bring up something that happened eight hundred years ago to humiliate me?" Di Jiancheng glared at him.
His plan was almost successful back then, but this brat discovered it. He successfully used that incident to become the head of the Di family.
The press conference where the old lady personally handed over control to him had been a direct insult, turning him into the laughingstock of the capital. Privately, people openly and covertly mocked him, saying he was inferior to his brother, and even his children were better than him.
In anger, he left the country in a huff, quarreling with the old lady.
Di Mingjue curled his lips slightly. "It has been a long time, but I brought it up to tell Uncle that opportunities were given, but you failed to seize them. Instead of blaming others, it's better to improve your own capabilities."
With that, he turned to Di Ruihe. "As a brother, I'll give you a piece of advice. Stop while you can, and don't follow in his footsteps."
After Di Mingjue left, Di Ruihe grabbed a water cup and smashed it at the television.
A large hole appeared in the screen, and the shattered cup lay on the floor. The commotion downstairs did not attract Di Mingjue's attention.
"I will make him miserably kicked out of the Di family!"
Di Jiancheng looked at Di Ruihe, stunned by his appearance.
Upstairs.
Jiang Ziyu had finished washing up and lay on the bed. Looking at the room full of dolls, she warily eyed the direction of the door.
Qianqian was intentionally left with the old lady for the night, supposedly to give the couple private time, but in reality, to urge them to have a child soon. Leaving Qianqian in her room was meant to prevent them from doing anything regrettable in a moment of passion.
Thinking of the kiss in the car, Jiang Ziyu's face turned hotter than a boiled egg. She clutched the corner of the quilt, raising it over her head to confine herself in a small space.
Di Mingjue, returning to his room, found it empty. He turned and left, reaching Qianqian's room door without obstruction.
Separated only by a door, they seemed to sense each other's presence.
Jiang Ziyu nervously peeked out, her eyes fixed on the doorknob.
The doorknob turned downwards, and with a click, the internal locking mechanism disengaged.
After a moment of silence, the doorknob was twisted again.
Click!
The door opened.
Jiang Ziyu held her breath, instinctively closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep.