The beloved one is back, and the CEO of the Holy Son is seeking to get back together every day.

He stared at the photo in front of him motionlessly, and in a trance he seemed to have returned to the time when Shen Xingyao was just born.

At that time, the Shen family's old house was still very lively, the relationship between the two brothers Shen Qingshang was also pretty good, and the family was warm and harmonious.

I don't know when everything changed and became out of control...

A last smile appeared on Mr. Shen’s pale face, and his gaze finally rested on the faces of the two children.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the child in the photo, but he couldn't touch the photo even after using all his strength.

The butler wanted to put the photo in the old man's hand, but it was too late. The last glimmer of light in his eyes had disappeared.

The housekeeper panicked and shouted, "What's wrong with you, old man?"

"Someone, someone, come!"

"Doctor, doctor, come here quickly..."

Ah Hui and the bodyguards who had been waiting outside the door all rushed in, but the old man had already closed his eyes.

The doctor evacuated everyone and immediately began to rescue the old man.

But after all the trouble, the heart rate monitor was still a straight line without any ups and downs.

The doctor dressed the old man, then turned to everyone and said, "The patient is gone. Please accept my condolences."

The housekeeper was still confused, but Ah Hui was the first to react: "Thank you, doctor. We will take care of the rest."

After the doctor left, Ah Hui first looked at Mr. Shen, whose bed was covered with a white cloth, and then turned to look at the old housekeeper who was wiping tears sadly.

"You've been tired lately, so take a rest first. We'll take care of the old man's funeral."

"I'll call Mr. Shen first to see how he wants to arrange it..."

After saying that, Ah Hui walked out with his bodyguards.

The ward was too depressing and he didn't want to stay there any longer.

The butler looked at the old man, took a deep breath, and after controlling his tears a little, he chased after Ah Hui.

"Ahui, wait a moment!"

"This is the will that the old man rewrote before his death. It has been notarized and is protected by law. Give it to the young master when it is convenient for you..."

The housekeeper chased up to Ah Hui and handed him the document bag.

Ah Hui didn't expect this to happen. He felt that he should check it first, so he opened the document bag and planned to take a look at the specific contents of the will.

But the more he looked, the more surprised he became. Finally, he couldn't help but look up at the butler, as if he wanted him to help him solve his puzzlement.

The housekeeper also understood what Ah Hui meant: "You are not mistaken, this is the old man's last thought."

"When he adjusted his will, he was very sober and even recorded it. This was his last act of care and concern for his descendants."

Ah Hui was silent for a long time. He looked at the housekeeper again and said, "This matter is very important. I will go back and report to Mr. Shen now."

The housekeeper also hoped that the will could be delivered to Shen Xingyao as soon as possible. After all, Mr. Shen’s funeral still needed to be handled by Shen Qingshang and his son.

I hope they can be more dedicated for the sake of the will.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

......

Spending the winter in the imperial capital, you will be shrouded in wind and snow almost all the time.

It was almost dawn when Ah Hui arrived at Triumph Bay.

He had already called Shen Xingyao in advance, so he went straight to the study.

He straightened his clothes first, then raised his hand and knocked on the door softly.

"Come in."

Ah Hui knocked on the door and went in, carefully holding the document bag given to him by the housekeeper.

"Boss Shen, the old man has passed away. This is his new will..."