Chapter 1300: Who Does Heaven Spare?

The only reason these heavyweight media outlets exposed such photos is that the subject of the photos is a heavyweight figure themselves.

Everyone recognized them—the Vice President of L Country, Zhu Fubi!

"Fubi" sounds like the word for "restoration of the monarchy"; he was once a man of great ambition, attempting to...

It must be said that although L Country is a small nation, its recent exposure rate has been the highest in the world; any slight disturbance there attracts the attention of the entire globe.

Even the top-tier traffic idols in the entertainment industry do not have as much influence as they do.

If government officials do what the entertainment industry does, there is basically nothing left for the entertainment industry to do.

Jiangzhou.

The Sheng Family.

"Wow—"

"Wow—"

"Wow—"

"Wow—"

The few boys were unexpectedly in unison.

With eyes wide, they stared at the television, emitting almost identical exclamations of surprise.

In fact, Shi Youxuan was not much different from the children right now.

But she still darkened her face and said to them, "Go back to your rooms; children shouldn't watch these messy things."

Zichen protested, "Mom, I'm not a child anymore."

Zichen is fifteen years old this year, and his stature has already grown into that of a young man; boys entering puberty do not like others calling them children, not even their own mother.

"Fine, you're not a child, you're a teenager, is that okay? Teenagers shouldn't watch these either, go back to your rooms."

Litian was obedient, did not talk back, and went back to his room.

The other two also went back, only Zichen was still pouting, unconvinced: "Why can adults watch it, but I can't? I'm not a child, and it doesn't say it's unsuitable for minors on here..."

Sheng Hanyu frowned: "Your mother says one thing, and you talk back a hundred times?"

He was still unconvinced, but he didn't dare talk back to his father, so he went back to his room unwillingly.

The grandparents were still their usual good-natured selves, acting as peacemakers and smoothing things over: "Alright, alright, Zichen is still young, don't always get angry at the children..."

"Exactly, it's also your fault; they've already broadcast it on TV, why not let them watch? Other families don't have such strict rules, only you have so many rules."

Grandparents spoiling their grandchildren is without principle.

If this were when they had just started living together, Shi Youxuan would have been angry.

But after all these years of compromise, she had long since gotten used to it.

Just because she was used to it didn't mean her husband could be.

Sheng Hanyu retorted: "We are disciplining the children, don't always interfere. A household with a thousand people needs one person in charge; if everyone has a say, who should they listen to?"

Seeing their son unhappy, the old couple didn't dare say more.

But they were also unhappy, so the old couple supported each other and went upstairs.

"Why did you provoke Mom and Dad? They are old, can't you just yield to them a little?" Shi Youxuan was dissatisfied.

Sheng Hanyu was also unconvinced: "They are being unreasonable, you heard it too, didn't you? They want to interfere in everything, and when they don't need to manage things, they act all aggrieved, yet they can't manage things properly either."

He stopped talking, angry.

So many people at the company had never given him such a headache.

Putting the right people in the right positions, giving talented people the maximum resources possible to exert their greatest abilities.

If someone is truly incompetent, just fire them; it's that simple.

But these few people in the family, not one can be dismissed!

Whether they are elders or the younger generation, they all have to be coaxed; he felt it was too complicated here—why hadn't he noticed before?

In the past, he spent most of his time at the company and didn't manage anything at home.

Now that his daughter and son-in-law are helping at the company, he is relatively much more at leisure.

Sheng Hanyu does not like socializing; if he is not at the company, he is at home. With more time at home, he discovered that home is not easy either.

"Alright, think on the bright side, don't be angry anymore."

Shi Youxuan coaxed her husband a few times, and the scene on the TV changed, switching to the L Country Presidential Palace.

Many reporters were surrounding the front of the Presidential Palace, demanding an interview with the President.

A Vice President of a country has done such a thing; the President should provide an explanation.

But the gates were tightly shut.

Aside from the increased number of security guards at the entrance, who were standing by in full battle array, there was not a single person involved!

The people inside wouldn't come out to explain, so the people outside just guessed wildly.

Reporters interviewed the public on the roadside; the public's impression of the Vice President had already dropped to freezing point, and when interviewed, they demanded that the Vice President resign in disgrace and get out of L Country, never to return.

These people didn't know that the Vice President wasn't even in L Country to begin with.

The Ji Family.

Zhu Qingrui was still dressed as a cross-dresser, crying very hard, his makeup all smeared.

This time he had lost all face, losing the reputation of his parents and ancestors entirely.

He didn't want to live anymore; the desire to die was incomparably intense.

A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated.

Living like this, every day, every minute, every second was torture.

But he also knew that dying was not that easy.

There were no sharp-edged objects in the room, and the walls were covered in thick wallpaper; it was impossible to bang his head against the wall or slit his wrists.

Ji Yingjie even installed 360-degree high-definition cameras with no blind spots in his living quarters.

He had no privacy to speak of.

The cameras were even installed in the restroom, just to prevent him from committing suicide!

But if a person wants to die, there is always a way.

Zhu Qingrui bit his tongue to commit suicide.

After biting it, he realized that everything on television was a lie!

He had held the determination to die and nearly bit his tongue off, yet he did not die.

Ji Yingjie sent doctors to monitor him twenty-four hours a day, guarding him even more strictly.

But even so, it did not stop Zhu Qingrui's determination to die; he went on a hunger strike.

This time, Ji Yingjie acted very "understanding," lecturing her subordinates: "The Vice President has a tongue injury and cannot eat food; are you still bringing him normal meals? A bunch of brainless things, go prepare a high-speed blender and a nasal tube, and force-feed him!"

The position of "Vice President" no longer belonged to Zhu Qingrui now.

But Ji Yingjie made everyone in the Ji Family address him that way, deliberately using such a title to humiliate him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Zhu Qingrui's tongue was injured, so he could not speak very clearly; he could only curse in garbled words and shake his head to express his opposition.

"You don't agree?"

"Mm-mm."

Although his speech was garbled, his meaning was very clear.

Of course he did not agree, he strongly disagreed.

"Does it matter if you don't agree? I have the final say here; as long as I agree, that's enough. Do it!" Ji Yingjie waved her hand, and her subordinates came over...

His hands and feet were tied to the bed, and his head was also fixed in place; he could not move at all.

The process of inserting the nasal tube was very painful, but Zhu Qingrui could not feel the pain; he could only feel the humiliation!

That kind of humiliation that seeped into his very bones.

He used his eyes to signal for Ji Yingjie to pull out the nasal tube, indicating he would eat normally and never go on a hunger strike again.

Ji Yingjie pretended not to understand and left.

L Country.

Presidential Office.

Qi Heng sat behind the large desk looking at this month's tax revenue report, his brows tightly furrowed.

The economy, which had finally picked up a little during this period, had slipped again.

And it was a cliff-like decline.

Although he had many grievances against Zhu Qingrui, he had to admit that the man was very capable when it came to the economy, better than him!