Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

He had been declared dead without his knowledge?

Song Yun stared at the live broadcast on TV, looking at his slightly swollen-eyed wife, his heart ached for her.

"Ma'am, could you arrange a car to Magic Capital for us?"

Song Yun, a bit agitated, grasped the landlady's shoulders and asked.

The landlady had never encountered such a handsome man in her life, let alone been so close to one face-to-face, and for a moment she was so dizzy she couldn't tell north from south.

"All right, all right, stop looking at me like that, I have a husband..."

"Ah? Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The landlady tidied up her disheveled hair by her ears, her cheeks blushing as she said, "There's a car going into the city of Magic Capital in ten minutes. I've known the driver for many years; you can hitch a ride back with him..."

"Thank you so much!"

Song Yun continued to watch the TV intently, growing angrier as he watched the reporters brazenly asking all sorts of questions.

It seemed that during the time he was absent, some people were already eager to start a rebellion!

Damn it, he had been too lenient with them on normal days!

Ten minutes later, a golden minivan stopped in front of the hotel. A man in his forties sat in the driver's seat and blew a kiss to the landlady, prompting her to chase him for over ten meters with a broom.

"Hahaha, young man, are you from Magic Capital?"

The uncle, touching his balding head, laughed and said, "Don't mind how fierce the landlady acts towards me; deep down, she still has a spot for me."

"Uh..."

Come on, uncle, where did you get that theory from?

Ignoring the fact that the landlady was a married woman, just by the looks of your almost-yellow white tank top and the greasiness on your head and face, how did you conclude that she had feelings for you?

The uncle kept feeding Song Yun bizarre theories throughout the trip, to the point where even Song Yun began to feel brainwashed, almost believing that the uncle had a smidge of handsomeness about him.

Was this damn thing the power of language? To be able to argue black is white, to make the dirty appear clean.

This uncle was wasting his talents not being a Zhao Gao calling a deer a horse!

When they reached the entrance of the Magic Capital Hotel, the uncle waved goodbye to Song Yun from behind and even shouted that they should have a drink together next time.

That almost made Song Yun trip and fall to the ground.

At the entrance of the venue, a bunch of low-tier reporters were anxiously waiting, hoping to catch a snippet of information from the servants coming in and out. After all, the death of Magic Capital's youngest tycoon was more explosive news than anything else!

Song Yun could see that the doorway was too crowded to squeeze through. It wasn't like he could just push everyone aside...

Or could he?

Song Yun used his physical advantage to muscle through the crowd.

"Ah! What kind of person are you, having no manners at all! What are you pushing for? Can't you see everyone is waiting?"

"Even if you push, you won't get in! Those who can are already inside sitting and waiting! Listen to me, kiddo, better just stay back there!"

"I'm saying, it's one thing for you to push, but why are you dragging a young lady along, what's the meaning of this?"

"No, no! Fuck! Fuck! Playing dead???"

The reporter who shouted the last line stood there stunned, and his words made many people who had been looking at the exhibition hall turn around.

When they saw Song Yun's face, they froze, what the fuck was happening? Inside, the news that Magic Capital's tycoon was dead and that various business owners were now independent was spreading, while outside the tycoon of Magic Capital himself stood listening all along???

Fuck!

Their worldview was now seriously twisted, and they began to suspect that today's press conference, as well as the news of the disappearance, was all released by the man in front of them, just to see who the enemies were and then take them out in one fell swoop!
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Such profound scheming, it was chilling to the core.

"Folks, can I go in now?"

Seeing that his identity had been exposed, Song Yun brazenly stood before everyone, both to have them clear the way and to shatter the lies!

Damn it, I am alive and well, yet I was rumored dead!

"Song... Mr. Song, may I ask who the girl following you is?"

"May I ask if your disappearance these past days was due to a crisis in your relationship with Miss Ye Qingqing?"

"Mr. Song? Mr. Song, please answer our questions!"

Song Yun was drenched in cold sweat by these reporters' questions. Damn it, you're true professionals! Rather than worrying about me knocking them off, they just had to pry into my private affairs!

"Forget it, let's all go in together!"

Song Yun pushed the door open with a sweep of his arm, and the reporters inside were aggressively asking questions. Then he heard a commotion behind him.

What's going on?

Did those tabloid reporters just walk in like that? Don't they understand any of the industry's unwritten rules?

The reporters inside turned around angrily at the influx of people, but quickly, they were horrified to discover that standing in front of those junior reporters was a very familiar man...

It was Song Yun, the richest man in Magic Capital!

"What's this, I heard someone say I died?"

The comment caused an uproar among the crowd. Ye Qingqing stood up, her body trembling with excitement, and tears uncontrollably streamed down from her eyes.

Her husband was safe and sound, what a relief!

"Song Yun... you... how are you still alive..."

An aged man with white hair stood up, his hand trembling as he pointed at Song Yun. After all, they were clearly told by the real power brokers behind the scenes that Song Yun was dead, which emboldened them to band together!

But...

Song Yun looked at the old man and immediately recognized him as the éminence grise of a corporation. Although the current chairman was his son, he still controlled the company's direction.

They had previously had a very unpleasant dispute over supply issues, and unbeknownst to him, this old man had the audacity to stab him in the back while he was rumored absent!

"How did Song Yun come back? Our information wasn't like this!"

"Damn it! We're screwed, we're totally screwed! Is there any way out for us now that he's back?"

"We chose the wrong side... The family legacy of a hundred years might be destroyed in my hands..."

There were not only reporters in the room but also some who had come to join the rebellion and to watch the excitement. One by one, they looked ashen-faced, all too aware of how ruthless and decisive Song Yun was. Now that they had betrayed him at his weakest, they were sure to face a major purge!

Song Yun didn't glance at those people. He walked straight to the stage, smiled at his flustered wife, took the microphone, and said lightly, "Everybody, are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"

This was a heart-piercing statement!

Upon hearing this, many in the audience bowed their heads, not daring to meet Song Yun's gaze.

Holding Ye Qingqing by the waist, Song Yun continued to ask, "I don't know who's backing you all! But now that I'm back, this matter is far from over. Prepare for my counterattack!"

"Mr. Song, we were also deceived... We beg for your forgiveness..."

"Yes, yes, we represent 60% of Magic Capital. As long as you let this go, we'll immediately go back to our own affairs!"