Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 951: I Think I Must Be Mr. Di Mingjue

"So, have you continued to practice Rubik’s Cube in these five years?"

"I do practice occasionally, but now Rubik’s Cube is not my main occupation, so I spend less time on it."

"Then, would you say the pressure is high for you this time?"

"There is definitely some pressure," Di Mingjue nodded, "but in competitive sports, friendship comes first, competition second."

The reporter was very satisfied with Di Mingjue’s responses, and his enthusiasm increased, bombarding him with questions.

"What is your main occupation now?"

"Your wife, does she play Rubik’s Cube too, or does she have another profession?"

"Will your wife be very supportive during this competition?"

The questions were numerous, giving Di Mingjue a headache.

However, he answered them all one by one.

"My main occupation now involves running some small businesses that are not prominent."

"My wife doesn’t play Rubik’s Cube, it’s quite monotonous, and actually not quite suitable for girls."

"During the competition, my wife will definitely be very supportive."

Having said that, Di Mingjue turned to look at Gu Qibao, who smiled.

Thus, the reporters started bombarding questions at Gu Qibao, "Mrs. Di, do you usually watch Mr. Di play Rubik’s Cube?"

"I do," Gu Qibao beamed with a brilliant smile, "I always watch by his side and find it magical."

Her manner of speaking revealed a hint of demure charm and sincerity, neither pretentious nor aloof, elevating both her husband and the Rubik’s Cube in her portrayal.

The reporters delved deeper with their questions, "Then, do you understand it a little too?"

Gu Qibao shook her head, still smiling gracefully, "Actually, I don’t really understand it, as it’s not my field of expertise, but I am very supportive of him."

Gu Qibao’s responses were clearly impeccable.

The reporters seemed to run out of topics, until suddenly one asked, "Mr. Di, as everyone knows, our country has a famous young wealthy individual also named Di Mingjue. If I may ask candidly, that wouldn’t be you, would it?"

This question unexpectedly added a dramatic flair, and Gu Qibao almost burst out laughing, really wanting to say, "Sir, you’ve hit the nail on the head."

Di Mingjue also couldn’t help but want to laugh, dropping his usual aloofness. He glanced at Gu Qibao, intertwined his fingers with hers, and nodded, speaking lightly, "I believe I am indeed that Mr. Di Mingjue."

His words were somewhat humorous, tinged with modesty. The reporters, sharp as they were, instantly picked up on the confirmation in his answer, though modestly phrased.

They were immediately both surprised and excited; so it was really him.

No wonder he arrived in a limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom.

And no wonder he said his main occupation wasn’t Rubik’s Cube.

Turns out he was a big BOSS.

Emma, a big boss modest to this extent, claiming his business was a small, unimpressive one.

Oh my, if his is the small, unimpressive business, what are ours then?

That’s really a ton of damage there!

Everyone was startled in an instant, including those in front of the TV.

He actually was the very same, annually leading the Forbes ranking as Empire’s top wealthiest.

The top wealthiest whose skill in playing Rubik’s Cube was so slick, it was an outright outrageous blow to others.

It seems being the top wealthiest wasn’t unwarranted after all.

First and foremost, his brain isn’t an ordinary one; it’s like a computer’s.

Without comparison, there’s no harm felt; some exceptional people truly excel in every aspect.

On comparison, it’s just endless harm; their excellence is built on an already exceptional foundation.

So why can there be such a huge disparity between people?