Chun Yu Le's heart was filled with confidence.

However, he did not expect that the reporters would rush in from all directions when he saw Chun Qiao get out of his car and start talking to Mo Su just as he drove near the repair shop.

"Mr. Chun, may I ask why you transferred the property of the Modi Group?"

"Mr. Chun, I heard that your inheritance rights were obtained through means of the Modi Group. May I ask what your explanation is?"

"Mr. Chun, are you really not afraid of Mo Han's revenge? She is now Fu Yuchen's wife."

The reporters asked questions one after another. Chun Yu Le felt as if there were countless bees circling and dancing in his ears.

On the other side, Chun Qiao was still chatting with Mo Su, and Mo Su had already started repairing Chun Qiao's car according to the original plan. Chun Yu Le finally had a smug smile on his face.

"It's like this. I will immediately return to the Mo Group Group to hold a press conference. Friends of the reporters, please come to the venue and take your seats. I will answer all your questions one by one. Please rest assured." Chun Yu Le's attitude was very good as he chased after this group of people. After all, only by shaking them off could he better witness Chun Qiao's death.

Only by watching Chun Qiao disappear from this world with his own eyes would he be completely relieved.

"I, Chun Yu Le, keep my word. Please go to the meeting room of the Mo Group Group and wait patiently." Chun Yu Le smiled piously on the surface, but in his heart, he began to curse endlessly. Because if these people didn't leave, he wouldn't be able to see the most wonderful scene that followed.

After the reporters drove away, Chun Yu Le immediately sat in the car and took out his binoculars.

Chun Qiao had already sat in Mo Su's repaired car and was heading forward, so Chun Yu Le could only see a very small back, but he was sure that it was Chun Qiao. Because Chun Qiao had a small red birthmark on her neck, very few people knew about it.

Two minutes later, Chun Qiao's car suddenly lost control, and then the familiar scream of Chun Qiao could be heard.

At this moment, he must be in great pain. He must want to live. Unfortunately, he will never have a chance.

The rolling car and the cliff made a loud collision sound, each of which smashed heavily into his heart.

Chun Yu Le's heart finally relaxed. After so many years of suppression, he was finally relieved at this moment.

Mo Su quickly rushed out of the repair shop. Looking at Chun Qiao's car that had fallen, he quickly took out his phone and dialed 110 and 120.

Chun Yu Le lay on the steering wheel and cried for half an hour before his emotions calmed down.

The police and the 120 ambulance soon arrived at the scene and pulled up the cordon.

"I heard that the one who fell off the cliff was Chun Qiao, the newly appointed president of the Chun Di Group." The onlookers also began to chatter.

"What? No way! He's still so young!"

"Alas, it's a pity. I've just ascended to the position of president, and that's it. How could I survive such a high cliff?"

"The cars are still burning. Even if they didn't fall to their deaths, they would still be burned to death. What a pity."

"Sigh, looks like Chun Group's day is about to change again."

"Right, right. Didn't you say that Chun Jinghou's other son wanted to be the CEO? But Chun Jinghou didn't agree. Maybe it was someone else's life,

The heavens will let him take up his post. "

"Sigh. Forget it. We'd better not interfere in matters between rich and powerful families."

The news of Chun Qiao falling off the cliff spread throughout Nan'an City, and Chun Yu Le was pushed to the top of the storm once again.

It was only in the morning that the scandal of transferring the property of the Mo Group Group was spread. In less than two hours, there was suddenly a chance to inherit the Chun Di Group.

No one did not sigh with admiration at the favor that the heavens had shown him.

At this moment, Chun Qiao, who had already been burned to ashes, was being sent to the top private hospital in Nan'an City.

"Who exactly is the patient who is coming?"

"We've been waiting for half an hour. Why haven't we arrived yet?"

"Such a big name!"

"So mysterious, you actually used the highest specifications of our hospital."

Just as everyone was discussing, the voice of the 120 ambulance rang out. Everyone immediately changed roles and entered a working state.

"Director Shen! The patient has arrived! I'll be waiting for you!" Seeing Shen Yuan come out of the operating room, the nurse hurriedly ran forward and said.

"Alright." Shen Yuan nodded without changing his expression and walked into the operating room.

The words "rescue" kept rolling back and forth on the display screen. Soon, the entrance of the top hospital in Nan'an City was filled with reporters. They were concerned about whether Chun Qiao would survive or not. This first-hand information meant countless bonuses to them.

Therefore, everyone was eager to know.

At this moment, a private plane slowly landed on the ground beside it.

When Tang Xi got off the helicopter, the hackers had already surrounded the reporters from behind.

"If you want to see tomorrow's sunshine alive, please leave the scene in five minutes or so!" Tang Xi said coldly.

"President Tang, is that really your good brother, President Chun Qiao Chun?"

"President Tang, may I ask what you think about Chun Qiao? Is it really unexpected or do you think?"

"President Tang …"

Before the reporter could ask, the camera was smashed into pieces by Tang Xi in the next second. "Take this reporter to the hacker to write a check and compensate him!"

When the reporters saw this, they quickly retreated from the side as required. It was indeed important to earn money, but what was more important was their own lives.

In this second, Tang Xi fell onto the camera, so it was very likely that he would fall onto a person in the next second.

Everyone in Nan'an City knew about Tang Xi's ruthlessness.

However, it was precisely because of Tang Xi's attitude that they were more certain that the person lying in the emergency room was Chun Qiao.

Sure enough, just as everyone left the hospital, they saw Fu Yuchen rushing out of the car and running towards the emergency room anxiously.

"Do you think that Old Chun will never leave Chun Group to the three of them?"

"You mean Young Master Fu, President Tang, Miracle Doctor Shen?"

"That's right, who else could be there but them? At President Chun's inauguration ceremony, the three of them all indicated that they would accompany Chun Group in advancing and retreating together."

"I don't think that's possible. Old Chun definitely can't let Chun Group fall into the hands of others. No matter how dissatisfied he is, Chun Yu Le is still his own son!"

"We'll wait and see."

The discussions among the reporters continued, and Mo Han appeared in everyone's line of sight.

"Miss Mo, may I ask if the person in the emergency room is really President Chun Qiao Chun?" Tang Xi, Fu Yuchen, and the others didn't dare to interview him again, but they still had the guts on Mo Han's side.

Mo Han's face was full of tears, "I only said one side. Get out of the way."

"Miss Mo, I heard that President Chun admires you very much. I wonder if there are any secrets between the two of you?" The reporter smiled wickedly. He couldn't dig out Chun Qiao's current illness, so digging out some flashy news seemed to be a good choice.

"Fuck off!" Mo Han roared and kicked the reporter's legs. In between, the painful reporter covered his crotch and squatted down on the spot.

"Who dares to ask again today? Tomorrow, you will be Fu Group's blacklist!" As Mo Han spoke, she took out her phone and started recording videos. Finally, the crowd tacitly made way for her.

In the corridor of the top private hospital in Nan'an City, Fu Yuchen and Tang Xi were walking back and forth, feeling very anxious and uneasy.

Mo Han rushed over and hugged Fu Yuchen, "Husband."

Fu Yuchen stretched out his hand and hugged Mo Han even tighter. His tears flowed down her neck bit by bit and slid into her skin.

Of course, Mo Han knew how sad Fu Yuchen was at this moment, but she didn't know how to comfort him, so she didn't speak. She just hugged him and wanted to give him strength.

The moment the door to the emergency room opened, the three of them immediately rushed forward and said, "How is Shen Yuan?"

"Chun Qiao is dead." Shen Yuan smashed into the wall with a mixture of grief and indignation.

"Dead?" Fu Yuchen looked at him with tears all over his face.

Tang Xi was dumbfounded and sat on the ground, "My brother, is he dead?

All of this entered Chun Yu Le's phone screen. He was watching this horrible live broadcast, and then laughed loudly in the president's office.

The Internet in Nan'an City had collapsed.

Chun Group released news of Chun Qiao's death on its official website.

Fu Group, the hacker group and the official website of the top private hospital all reposted the message, along with "Brother, let's continue to walk together in the next life." Taylor's mourning.

Half of Chun Jinghou's hair had turned white overnight, and everyone was watching how Chun Group's next battle in the mall would go on.

"My Male God … I haven't even obtained it yet, how can I die!"

"Male G.o.d, if there is a next life, regardless of whether I fail or not, I must bravely confess to you."

"I hope you're fine over there. Don't be so tired anymore."

"The heavens must like your paintings. That's why they can't wait for you to go."

"You are a talented painter in my heart. You have never been a businessman. I hope you can go there and do what you like and continue to fulfill your unfulfilled dreams."

"Chun Qiao, you will always be our pride in buckwheat."

Chun Qiao's Weibo has been scanned by fans, including classmates, friends, fans, and former opponents. They all sighed at his sudden departure. Death caused all gratitude and hatred to completely dissipate at this moment.

After Tang Xi, Shen Yuan, Fu Yuchen, and Mo Han put Chun Qiao's body into the morgue, they went to Chun Jinghou's villa together.

Chun Jinghou sat on the sofa without saying a word. Her expression was so sad that it seemed as if it was about to be shattered. Lin Lan, who was sitting beside her, cried and swollen his eyes. No one knew whether her sorrow was real or fake.

"Uncle Chun." The four of them shouted softly.

Chun Jinghou stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. Looking at the child in front of him, he instantly thought of Chun Qiao and couldn't stop his tears.

"Uncle Chun, we will all be your children in the future. Don't worry, we will take care of you for Chun Qiao."

Chun Jinghou nodded repeatedly, unable to utter a single word.

"I'll get the driver to pick you up later. You can stay with me for a while." Tang Xi's tone was softer than ever.

"No! Old Chun can't go with you." Who would have thought that Lin Lan, who was still crying in the last second, would have his IQ online in this second?

"Chun Qiao's bones aren't cold yet. Who knows what peace of mind you have when you take Old Chun away!"

"Aunt Lin, what do you mean?" Shen Yuan looked at the woman in front of him in confusion.

Lin Lan laughed mockingly, "Don't you know what I mean? Now that Chun Qiao is dead and Chun Group has no successor, aren't you trying to swallow Chun Group into your pocket by taking Old Chun away?"

"Lin Lan! Don't think that everyone in the world is as disgusting as you! Despicable! Shameless! Just because you love money doesn't mean that everyone in this world loves money!" "A woman like you who has never loved in her entire life deserves nothing!"

Mo Han roared angrily.

"Mo Han, what face do you have to say about me! Didn't you marry Fu Yuchen for money? Don't put yourself in such a high position!" Lin Lan sneered in disgust. "That's right, I married Fu Yuchen for money, because I want to use his money to take back everything belonging to my Mo Family from your hands!"

Mo Han directly stated her purpose.

"Don't think that I don't know how my father died! Lin Lan, let me tell you! This time, you're finished! Mo Han's anger was completely ignited and Lin Lan instantly collapsed on the sofa.

Today was the day of the press conference of the Chun Di Group, and Chun Jinghou would inform everyone on that day of his final decision on the Chun Di Group.