The water glass fell and smashed on the marble floor with a loud thud.
This jolted Bai Zhonghui, the current president of the Bai Corporation, who was sitting behind the table, back to his senses from his shock.
His face was almost ashen. He immediately stood up, grabbed the phone, and was about to leave when he paused after taking a step and looked back at the live stream screen.
[Holy crap, Zhao Jiayuan, you're really clever! How could you say something like that?]
[But it's not impossible. After all, Jiang Mingxi was only three years old at the time and she survived. Her parents were adults; is it possible they also survived?]
[No, I just have one question: Didn't they see the body at the time? How were they able to determine that Jiang Mingxi was dead?]
[ Bai Zheming himself said before that he didn't see the bodies; they were taken away by the police. His uncle and hotel staff told him that they had all been burned to death.]
[ Bai Zheming was too young at the time; perhaps we didn't dare show him the body?]
[So my uncle is lying? Otherwise, why would he say someone is dead when there's clearly one alive?]
Off-screen.
Bai Zhonghui gripped his phone tightly, his eyes fixed on the screen, a fierce killing intent surging within them.
In the shot.
Live broadcast scene.
After Zhao Jiayuan speaking, he looked at Bai Zheming and said, "Your uncle lied? Didn't you say before that your uncle said the body was taken away by the police? You didn't see the body, and neither did your uncle?"
Zhao Jiayuan finished speaking, Zhao Ke snorted coldly, "The current president of Bai Corporation's Group is Bai Zhonghui, right? You said it's nice that you're retiring from the entertainment industry this year to go home and take over Bai Corporation, but can you really take over smoothly? Will he just hand Bai Corporation over to you?"
Chen Chong concluded, "That's definitely impossible. If they were willing to give it now, they wouldn't have taken that position in the first place. Even the Bai Corporation doesn't have a nominal position for Bai Zheming."
Gao Le looked around, hesitant to speak, but felt he should say something; after all, if he didn't, he looked like a quail.
Taking a deep breath, Gao Le, clutching the treasure chest, interjected, "Doesn't that mean you only receive a small share of the Bai Corporation's profits? Without any real power? Don't you find that strange?"
"We've been making movies, read so many scripts, haven't you ever seen a story about family feuds, fratricide, and the extermination of an entire family?"
"You don't actually believe that true love and compassion exist in the world, and that everyone is inherently good and virtuous?"
Hehehehe~
[Hahahaha!]
[ Gao Le, you're really hurting my feelings!]
[Damn it, what do I do? I thought Song Lan was a bot before, but now Gao Le seems to be a bot too!]
[Oh no, there's human-to-human transmission between humans and machines.]
[Although I was feeling tightness in my chest and really uncomfortable just now, this fun has made me feel like my sadness has just gone with the wind.]
[I just want to know, who identified the body as Jiang Mingxi? The police? Or someone else?]
[No way, do they even know they're live-streaming? My god, if there are bad guys involved, isn't this basically giving them a heads-up?]
Does Bai Zheming truly lack real power within the Bai Corporation?
Zhao Jiayuan posed a question, and Bai Zheming was completely taken aback.
Are Mom and Dad still... alive?
Their chatter filled my ears.
My mind is a complete mess.
Trying hard to recall that day--
"That day, I was in school when the housekeeper suddenly came to pick me up and drove straight to Rongcheng."
"He didn't explain what happened on the way."
"It wasn't until I arrived at the hotel and met my uncle that I was told about my parents..."
Bai Zheming looked at Jiang Mingxi, then at his younger brother standing alive in front of him, and could no longer bring himself to say that his parents and brother had all been burned to death.
He exhaled a choked breath, his breath trembling.
"When I arrived, the body was no longer at the scene. My uncle told me that the police had taken the body away to investigate the case."
Song Lan frowned. "You were only eleven or twelve years old at the time. They didn't tell you the specifics of what happened on the way, and then suddenly picked you up from school just to show you a crime scene?"
Bai Zheming paused for a moment, then said, "After leaving the hotel, I was taken to the police station and signed some papers."
Song Lan keenly sensed something was wrong. "What did you sign?"
Bai Zheming said, "The signature for identifying the body."
Zhao Jiayuan looked shocked. "Did you see the body?"
Bai Zheming shook his head.
Zhao Jiayuan was speechless. "You signed it without even seeing it?"
Chen Chong said calmly, "We brought him over so that he could sign the papers. He's the only one left in this family. If he signs, we can confirm that the other three are really dead. Even if something is found out, with their own son confirming the identities of the deceased, what can we doubt?"
"Besides, once it's confirmed here that the person is really dead, and it was confirmed by his own son, the handover of the company can proceed smoothly."
Zhao Jiayuan glanced at Bai Zheming and asked, "Did you see the body at the end?"
Bai Zheming slowly shook his head.
Song Lan spoke up for him, "When he got to the hotel, he was probably already reeling from the terrible news, his mind was completely blank, what thoughts could he possibly have?"
I can't even imagine how much pain Bai Zheming must have been going through back then.
[So young, yet taken directly to the scene to see the horrific aftermath of the burning, and then to the police station to sign documents confirming the body.]
[I'm afraid they'll use the guise of protecting him to deliberately prevent him from seeing the body, claiming it's for his mental health.]
After a moment of silence, Jiang Mingxi suddenly asked, "Who picked you up from school back then?"
Even with his heart churning with unbearable pain, Bai Zheming held onto the tenderness reserved only for his younger brother, saying, "It's Uncle Zhao."
Jiang Mingxi asked suspiciously, "Isn't it always Uncle Liu driver, and Uncle Wang, the housekeeper, who picks you up and drops you off at school? And isn't Uncle Zhao one who mows the lawn?"
Song Lan looked at Jiang Mingxi with some surprise.
He remembers it so clearly?
Then she turned to look at Gu Yanchu.
Gu Yanchu nodded slightly to Song Lan, signaling him not to interrupt.
Bai Zheming was unaware of Jiang Mingxi's condition, nor did he notice the exchange of glances between Song Lan and Gu Yanchu. He simply explained, " Uncle Wang had something to do at the time."
The chubby boy who appeared in Jiang Mingxi's mind was very fond of Uncle Wang, the family's housekeeper, and Uncle Xiao Liu driver.
"Are Uncle Wang and Uncle Xiao Liu still working at home?" Jiang Mingxi asked.
Bai Zheming was taken aback.
His brief, dazed look made Jiang Mingxi sense something was wrong. "Not here? When did you leave? My mom and dad and I are gone. Uncle Wang and Uncle Xiao Liu always doted on you, didn't they stay with you?"
Bai Zheming was somewhat dazed.
He fell seriously ill after the incident.
High fever that won't go down, nightmares every day...
Once he recovered, he was already living at his uncle's house. As for his own home...
My uncle said that going back would only cause more heartache, so I shouldn't go back and should just treat that place as my own home.
When will he return to his own home?
It seems like it will be two years from now?
But when she got back, the house was empty.
Where are the old family members?
When were they laid off?
Zhao Jiayuan's eyes suddenly lit up. "Could it be that your parents are still alive, and were secretly rescued by the old housekeeper or something? And are they hiding?"