Fear of the death of a loved one may not really be unbearable.

This time, when Yang Qian entered the ward again, no one stopped her, and no one even saw her.

They didn't bother to care about Yang Qian, and were still busy studying where the old lady's will was hidden, just like every day in the past five years.

Grandma Yang held 50% of Yang's shares in her hands, and for so many years, no matter how anyone asked her, she refused to say how the will would be distributed. They were afraid, afraid that the old lady would bring this large inheritance into the coffin, and even more afraid that she would give it to someone who should not have given it.

They worked hard to find almost every law firm in every city where Grandma Yang went, and even the house where the old lady lived was smashed by them, and every brick crack was carefully searched, but they still did not find the whereabouts of the will.

They did whatever it took to keep the old lady alive, just to buy themselves more time.

But now, the old lady died with a will.

"It turns out that you, the rich second generation, turned out to be this rich second generation."

On the rooftop of the hospital, Shen Fanyin looked at Yang Chuchu and smiled helplessly.

When Su Mu received Yang Chuchu's order, she only said that she was a rich second generation in Haicheng, and she didn't connect Yang Chuchu with Yang Qian.

"It's sad to be born into such a family." Yang Chuchu leaned on the protective railing, and the corners of his lips were dyed with a helpless smile.

She squinted her eyes at the sunset and whispered, "My house is a second room, and I didn't come to Anseong with my grandmother back then. Yang Qian is my cousin, and she lived in my house for a while after my fourth aunt died when she was seven years old."

Shen Fanyin propped up the railing, squinted at the sky, and said, "If you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather, if Dou E doesn't cross, Qianqian will be the most wronged person in the world."

"I know." Yang Chuchu turned to look at her, "I know that Yang Qian is innocent, and I know that she hasn't done anything. But I can't do anything, I can't help her, I can't even say a word for her."

"This family is sick, and everyone only has interests and money in their eyes. And Yang Qian...... Her sobriety, her sensibility, her normality all became abnormal. She was ostracized not just because she was in the way of others, but because they were all afraid of her."

"Yang Qian is the treasure of the grandmother, when she was three years old, the grandmother held her to open the board of directors, and the grandmother taught her how to read and write and behave in the world...... Fanyin, do you think they could watch the eldest grandmother raise an heir?"

"As long as Yang Qian is at home for a day, they will never be able to control the Yang family. Therefore, Yang Qian can only go."

Shen Fanyin listened to this wealthy family's secrets, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's just a matter of literacy and hyphenation, and behave in the world...... Your grandmother forgot to teach her not to be a man?"

Yang Chuchu: "......"

Yang Chuchu looked at Shen Fanyin and wanted to tell her: When it comes to owing, you are not far behind.

She rubbed her forehead and sighed before she said, "Don't talk about that...... I have something to ask you for."

"Me?" Shen Fanyin looked at her with more vigilance in her eyes, "What do you want to do?"

"Help me make an appointment with Yang Qian," Yang Chuchu said, "Grandma's will is here."

"Wait, did the old woman see Yang Qian before she died? What did she say to the dead girl?"

Outside the ward, no one cared about the dead Grandma Yang, and all they cared about was the will.

"This ......" Yang Wei's eyes lit up, "What about Yang Qian?"

Yang Qian was in the ward.

She fetched water and quietly wiped Grandma Yang's body and tidied up her hair, just like when she was a child, when her grandmother bathed her.

She buttoned Grandma Yang's shirt, looked at her peaceful sleeping face, and smiled.

"Congratulations, old lady, you're relieved."

She smiled, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, who's here? It's my good doll."

"Baby, do you like this? Hahaha, grandma bought it for you, okay?"

"Baby, look at this brother, he is amazing, do you take him as a role model...... Xiaojing, she is young, for the sake of my wife's face, teach her more."

"Heh, don't you just want power? Okay, I'll give it to you, from now on, no one is allowed to mention my baby again! Dare to embarrass her again...... If I can give it to you, I can take it back."

Yang Qian gently took Grandma Yang's hand, this pair of big hands that had held her up, it turned out to be so small.

She took out a piece of bubble gum and placed it in her palm, and while her body was not completely stiff, she squeezed her hand and let her hold the candy in her palm.

"Old lady, if Meng Po soup is too bitter, eat a piece of candy in advance...... Don't wait until you're done eating, you'll forget."

Tears fell quietly, Yang Qian slowly knelt beside the bed, held Grandma Yang's warm hand, and gently put her forehead on the back of her hand.

"Yang Qian! Get out of here!"

The door of the ward was kicked open, and before Yang Meng stepped into the door, he met Jing Zeheng's cold eyes.

Yang Meng was really anxious, he couldn't take care of much, and he wanted to rush in after bypassing Jing Zeheng.

Jing Zeheng threw him out like a little chicken, glanced back at Yang Qian, and said to Yang Meng indifferently, "Wait."

Yang Meng clenched his back molars, and reluctantly said in a calm voice, "Mr. Jing, it is about my mother's will, I have to ask for clarification!"

Jing Zeheng: "Wait."

Yang Meng wanted to continue to rush in, but Jing Zeheng was in front of the door, and if he rushed, he would be thrown out again.

Yang Wei stepped forward, pulled Yang Meng away and said to Jing Zeheng, "Ah Heng, it's time for our mother to take care of the funeral."

This reason is reasonable.

But Jing Zeheng still didn't move.

Before the child left, he asked him to help look at Yang Qian, and he agreed, so he would naturally do it.

At the bedside, Yang Qian knelt straight, kowtowed three times to Grandma Yang's body, and then slowly stood up.

She put Grandma Yang's hand and whispered, "Old lady, I can't accompany you anymore, I will walk the road in the future."

"Rest well."

She wiped away her tears and turned to the door.

"Jing Zeheng, thank you."

She stood behind Jing Zeheng and thanked softly.

Jing Zeheng turned sideways, and his face was as flat as usual: "It's okay."

Yang Qian met Yang Meng and Yang Wei's almost cannibalistic gazes, and said lightly, "Grandma didn't tell me about the will, and I don't know if you ask me."

"But I don't think you need to bother anymore, Grandma has passed away, and the will will will come out soon."

Her slender body stood straight, and she was not afraid of the jackals, tigers and leopards in the face of this family.

"Hah! Who doesn't know that the old woman is most partial to you? If she doesn't tell others, will she tell you? I think you hid your will!"

"You're right, my mother is dead, so Yang Qian, if you know each other, hand over the will, otherwise...... Don't blame me for being an aunt."

"Threatening and intimidating others on suspicion of picking quarrels and provoking troubles is punishable by detention for not less than 5 days but not more than 10 days in accordance with the Public Security Administration Punishment Law."

A cold female voice came from behind them.

Yang Chuchu stood behind the crowd, and his gaze fell on Yang Qian: "Yang Qian, do you want to report the case?"

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Chapter 243: Old Lady, Rest Well and Read for Free.