After Mr. Xiang divorced, the president regretted it

At the family meeting three days later, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed frozen. Xiang Yu's eldest uncle and third uncle sat in the main seats, scanning everyone with hawk-like eyes, exuding unquestionable majesty.

"Regarding the ownership of the ancestral house..." Xiang Bo cleared his throat and spoke slowly. Every word was like a hammer hitting everyone's heart. "We believe that Xiang Yu, as a branch of the family, has no right to inherit the ancestral house. It should be sold and the proceeds should be divided equally among everyone."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Xiang Yu's face darkened instantly, he pursed his lips tightly, and clenched his fists under the table. Yan Jin, who was sitting next to him, appeared calm on the surface, but there was a storm in her heart.

"Uncle, Third Uncle," Xiang Yu suppressed his anger and said word by word, "Grandfather's will clearly stated that the ancestral home belongs to me."

"Will?" Uncle Xiang sneered, "You want to take away the ancestral home with an overseas will whose authenticity is unknown? How naive!"

"We will verify the authenticity of this will." Yan Jin, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. Her tone was steady, but it carried a force that could not be ignored. "In addition, I also found that..."

Yan Jin paused, took out a document from her bag, and placed it on the table. "...Uncle violated regulations during the transfer of ownership of the ancestral home. I think this evidence is enough to explain the problem."

As soon as Yan Jin finished speaking, the conference room exploded. Everyone was talking, their eyes darting back and forth between Xiang Yu, Yan Jin, and Uncle Xiang, whose face was ashen.

Xiang Bo stood up suddenly, pointed at Yan Jin and shouted angrily: "You..."

He was about to explode, but was stopped by Uncle Xiang who whispered something in his ear. Uncle Xiang took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger, staring at Yan Jin fiercely, and said word by word: "Good, very good, it seems that you have been prepared..." Before Uncle Xiang finished speaking, Lawyer Zhou, who had been silent, pushed his glasses and spoke slowly: "Everyone, emotional excitement cannot solve the problem. Based on the current situation, whether Mr. Xiang's will is valid and whether there are any violations in the process of property transfer, all need to be determined through legal procedures."

Lawyer Zhou has been the Xiang family's legal advisor for many years and is highly respected. His words undoubtedly brought a bit of rationality to the chaotic situation. He looked around at everyone and said in a serious tone: "If Mr. Xiang Yu and Ms. Yan Jin insist on their claims, I suggest that you resolve the dispute through legal means."

However, Lawyer Zhou's proposal made Xiang Yu frown even more. He knew that although the legal path was fair and just, it also meant facing a long and complicated litigation process, which would consume a huge amount of time and energy. More importantly, he did not want to make the internal conflicts of the family public and let outsiders laugh at him.

"Is there no other way?" Xiang Yu asked in a deep voice.

Lawyer Zhou shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Unless..." He paused and glanced at everyone present, "Unless the two parties can reach a settlement."

reconciliation?

Xiang Yu and Yan Jin looked at each other and saw bitterness in each other's eyes. The attitudes of Uncle Xiang and Uncle Xiang San have already shown their determination. It is almost impossible to get them to give up voluntarily.

In the next few days, Xiang Yu and Yan Jin began to seek support within the family. However, to their disappointment, most members were swayed by the interests of Uncle Xiang and Uncle Xiang San, and only a few elders expressed their willingness to remain neutral, but they were also unwilling to offend anyone and express their views publicly.

"Human hearts are more complicated than we imagined..." One night, after a day of running around, Yan Jin returned home and leaned tiredly on the sofa, with a hint of loneliness in his tone.

"Don't lose heart," Xiang Yu gently held her hand, his eyes firm, "We still have time, we can always find a solution."

Yan Jin raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. During this period of time, Xiang Yu's firmness and support were her greatest pillars.

"Oh, right," Yan Jin seemed to have suddenly thought of something and took out a file bag from her bag, "I went to the bank this afternoon and checked some things..."

She handed the file bag to Xiang Yu and said calmly: "I think we might want to change our thinking and have a good talk with your uncle."

The next day, Yan Jin took the initiative to contact Uncle Xiang and asked him to meet at a private club.

"What do you want to do?" Uncle Xiang looked at Yan Jin who was sitting opposite him, his eyes full of vigilance.

Yan Jin didn't say anything, but pushed a document in front of him. Uncle Xiang picked up the document in confusion, and when he saw the contents of the document, his face turned pale instantly.

"You..." He raised his head suddenly, pointed at Yan Jin, and said in a trembling voice, "Where did you get these things?"

Yan Jin withdrew his hand, leaned back, and said in a terrifyingly calm tone: "None of this is important. What's important is that if you don't want these things to be made public..."

Yan Jin leaned forward slightly, speaking in a relaxed and casual tone as if he was talking about today's weather, "I think we can always find a mutually beneficial solution, right?"

Uncle Xiang's expression was unpredictable. He certainly understood what Yan Jin meant. This document was like a time bomb. Once it exploded, his reputation and status, which he had worked hard to build for many years, would be destroyed. He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner anger, and said with gritted teeth: "What do you want?"

The corners of Yan Jin's lips curled up slightly, "It's very simple. Give up the unreasonable demands on the ancestral home and persuade Uncle San to give up as well."

Uncle Xiang clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning pale. Silence spread between the two of them, and the air seemed to freeze. Finally, he sighed as if in compromise, "Okay, I promise you."

Yan Jin observed Uncle Xiang's expression calmly, but she did not let down her guard in her heart. She knew this man too well. He was greedy and selfish, and would do anything to achieve his goals. This compromise was more like the calm before the storm.

In the next few days, things seemed to be moving in a good direction. Uncle Xiang and Uncle Xiang San, contrary to their usual behavior, expressed their willingness to reconcile, and the family dispute over the inheritance gradually subsided.

However, the calmer the surface, the bigger the waves are often hidden.

That night, Xiang Yu and Yan Jin received an unsigned envelope. There was only a note in the envelope, which read: "Be careful of your uncle, he will not give up, prepare for the final storm!"

The handwriting was sloppy, as if it was written in a hurry. There was no information left on the note, and it was impossible to determine the identity and purpose of the writer.

"Mystification!" Xiang Yu threw the note into the trash can, his tone full of disdain.

Yan Jin frowned, feeling uneasy. Her intuition told her that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

"Perhaps, we should be more cautious," Yan Jin picked up the note, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity, "After all, we don't know much about your uncle."

Xiang Yu looked at Yan Jin's serious expression, and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart. Who wrote this letter? What was the purpose? Was it a kind reminder, or a provocation with ulterior motives?

The answer lies in the fog.