The usually empty lobby on the first floor of the Yu Jing Group Building was filled with company management half an hour ago, arranged in two neat rows according to rank, their focus intense and breathless. It was apparent they had all just received the sudden news of Mr. Jing’s return ten minutes ago. Standing on the outermost edge was another of Jing Jihan’s highly competent executive assistants, Zhou He. Lu Zhao stepped out from the passenger seat of the black Bentley in the middle, respectfully and meticulously opened the rear door. Everyone held their breath, with the internal rumors circulating over the past month causing widespread anxiety, their eyes now fixed tensely on the Bentley’s door. Jing Jihan stepped out of the car and slowly stood upright. The man’s tall and erect figure stood there, his black eyes cold and sharp, as usual. Even from a distance, he exuded a natural, commanding presence. His cold, dignified demeanor compelled others to straighten their backs at just a glance, instinctively controlling their breathing frequency, as if afraid to disturb the approaching deity. The doors of the two cars before and after also opened simultaneously, and a few assistants in business suits stepped out, maintaining impeccably polite distances behind Jing Jihan. Jing Yuanbin and the board leaders were still unaware of the situation, continuing to pressure the aged Mr. Jing in the meeting room. Meanwhile, other senior executives who received the news stood in the main hall of the building, watching as the expressionless group walked in. Each held their breath, not daring to meet Jing Jihan’s gaze as he reached the dedicated elevator. "Mr. Jing." Lu Zhao, always formal inside the company, pressed the elevator button and reported in a low voice, "The board meeting is in the East Wing, Room No. 3." Assistant Zhou He stood by the elevator, bowing slightly, using his right hand to clear the way when the elevator doors opened. Once Jing Jihan was in the elevator, Lu Zhao and Zhou He exchanged a glance. Their work synergy was flawless, prompting Zhou He to turn and say, "Mr. Jing, the meeting has been going on for over an hour. We have arranged people in advance to be at your disposal anytime." Beside him, Lu Zhao directly pressed the floor where Meeting Room No. 3 was located. Shen He’s report continued, "Mr. Jing has already received our hint before entering the meeting room and is still maneuvering with Jing Yuanbin’s side." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net East Wing of Yu Jing Group Building, Meeting Room No. 3. Jing Yuanbin, with the support of many allies, had successfully gained the upper hand and, ignoring the warning look from Mr. Jing sitting at the head, adjusted the cufflinks on his expensive suit. He nodded slightly, courteous to those present, and suddenly tapped a few keys on the laptop before him, pulling out a pocket-sized remote control to project the laptop’s content onto the large HD screen at the front. The screen displayed the cliff accident scene photo after Jing Jihan’s accident, showing the twisted black Bentley after the fall and the bloodstains at the site, with an electronic version of the blood test report confirming it was Jing Jihan’s blood. "Dad, I know you’ve always had high hopes for Jihan, which is why you handed over everything of the Jing Family to him, but things didn’t go as planned. Jihan met with an untimely death over a month ago. Even if you can’t accept this reality, you can’t hold onto unrealistic fantasies about his life and death. The Yu Jing Group is crucial; a country cannot go a day without its ruler, nor can our Group go a day without a chairman or executive president. You never announced Jihan’s death to the public, stubbornly visiting the company with your cane every day. You must realize you are well beyond retirement age and don’t have the health to manage everything here. Why continue to hide the truth and cling to the main position?" Jing Yuanbin continued using the remote control to project various pieces of evidence supporting the news of Jing Jihan’s death onto the screen, from news snippets and videos to photos and documents. Mr. Zhao timed his support perfectly: "We’ve long heard rumors of Mr. Jing’s unfortunate death, yet the news has been tightly held within. Mr. Jing hasn’t appeared since the accident. Old Mr. Jing, it’s time to tell everyone the truth. We’ve been mentally prepared for a while now." Mr. Zhang nodded: "Indeed, if you’re uneasy about handing the company’s power over to us who are outsiders, Yuanbin is a suitable choice. After all, he is your biological son, even more closely related than Jihan, and has worked diligently for the company for years. When Jihan was around, he almost became the vice president. Now that Jihan’s gone, Yuanbin is the best candidate. The great cause of Yu Jing remains within the Jing Family, and you can retire in peace, without the burden of company affairs weighing you down." Several veteran directors, who had been with the Yu Jing Group for years, echoed this sentiment, leaving a segment silent, not expressing their stance or allegiance, although they understood the situation clearly. Jing Yuanbin was leveraging the board meeting, coordinating with some allies to openly challenge Mr. Jing. However, without a death certificate issued by the relevant authorities, Mr. Jing’s death could only remain a rumor, not a certainty. The directors constantly agreeing with Yuanbin seemed to be his final cards, prepared to act decisively today, either fully assured or unwilling to delay further to avoid unnecessary complications. Yet, Mr. Jing, though aged, hadn’t lost his rationality. Jing Yuanbin’s step-by-step pressure seemed excessively hasty. Putting down the remote control, Jing Yuanbin smiled warmly at Mr. Jing, who remained seated at the head of the table, his demeanor cold and stern: "Dad, Jihan is dead." Mr. Zhao, seemingly at his limit, stood up: "You are getting along in years, and should know well enough that Yu Jing Group isn’t some small family workshop or company. Its survival is watched by Asia’s and even the world’s financial circles, and millions of employees need a stable work environment. You can’t occupy the position like a child playing house. Jihan’s gone, and you’re too old. This president position needs someone capable. If you continue not to inform the board and the Group, we have the right to report you for impeachment to the industrial and commercial departments..." Suddenly, the closed meeting room doors swung inward. A cold voice echoed from the doorway, as chilling as unmelted snow at the mountain’s peak, instantly drawing all attending directors’ attention—