The daily life of a wealthy family

In the ward, Wang Yizhen pushed Su Dafu lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Dafu, it's already at this time, why do you still hesitate, we have been helping him look after his family business for so many years, and we have never treated him badly in terms of finances. Originally, I wanted to wait for his marriage to be stable before sending it back to him, but he is about to die now, could it be that you still want the Wei family's property to be cheaper than the Feng family's?"

"Besides, the Feng family doesn't know that the He'an Group was left to him by Wei An's parents. If the Feng family finds out, they don't know what kind of twists and turns will happen. The Feng family is powerful, how can we win? They Don’t rely on a small He’an Group to live, but we are different!”

"Don't forget, how much we have paid for He'an Group over the past ten years, our youth, and our children. Compared with ten years ago, the market value of He'an Group has increased dozens of times , just because the Feng family married him, are we going to give all these to the Feng family? Dafu, have you thought about our daughter? She is not young and is going to get married. I think she has a waist and a rich family, and I want her to marry comfortably!"

"Today, I managed to ask someone to turn off the surveillance in this ward. Why do you hesitate, Dafu!—"

Wang Yizhen's last mournful and affectionate call completely tore the last string in Su Dafu's heart.

That's right, the last bit of blood in the Wei family is about to be cut off. My sister's painstaking efforts during her lifetime must not be taken advantage of by the Feng family. He will protect her well.

Su Dafu wiped his face, and didn't look at the sick young man on the bed.

"Just do as you say, and hurry up."

Wang Yizhen persuaded Su Dafu, her heart was relieved, and a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She quickly took out a stack of documents from the expensive handbag, and then red ink pad.

Wang Yizhen picked up the red ink pad, bowed back to Wei An's bedside, and held a warm hand...

At this moment, the person on the hospital bed let out a groan, and slowly opened his eyes, as if instinctively withdrew his frail hand with obvious knots, and rubbed his eyes...

Sudden change, Wang Yizhen let out a soft cry, and hurriedly took a step back.

"You, are you awake??"

Wang Yizhen's voice suddenly rose a few notches. It was impossible. A few days ago, the doctor clearly gave her several critical illness notices. In order to prevent the Feng family from knowing, she spent a lot of money not letting the news reach the Feng family.

Su Dafu stepped forward two steps to the bedside, and said, "An'er, are you awake?"

That voice seemed to be lost, but also seemed to be relieved from a heavy burden.

Wei An opened his eyes pretending to be weak, looked at the situation in front of him in a daze, and called out in a low voice: "Uncle, aunt, you have come to see me, what's wrong with me?"

Wei An looked at the neatly arranged documents on the hospital bed in a daze, and scratched his hair weakly, his face full of bewilderment.

Wang Yizhen was still holding the red ink pad in her hand, she was dazed for a moment, her eyes flashed with panic, did she just give up?

Do not!Absolutely not!

Now that he is awake, no matter whether he will die or not, this matter must be settled!

Before Su Dafu could speak, Wang Yizhen put on her trademark smile and explained softly: "An'er, it's good if you wake up. That's right, you also know that the company in your uncle's hands was originally owned by your uncle and Your parents jointly opened a small company. Later, after your parents passed away, Hean became the current Hean Group. You have also been married to the Feng family for more than half a year. I think about the shares that you put in your hands when you were an adult. , shouldn't it be returned to us? Of course, the principal of the shares will still be counted to you..."

Wang Yi felt heartbroken and decided to "buy" Wei An's shares.

Su Dafu's eyes widened when he heard this, and he looked at his wife in astonishment. When did He'an Group become a partnership between him and his brother-in-law?

"Yizhen, you..."

Before Su Dafu could speak, he was blocked by Wang Yizhen's cold eyes.

Wang Yizhen picked up the red inkpad again and handed it to Wei An.

Wei An acted like he didn't know what was going on and was petrified, and looked at Su Dafu ignorantly asking for help.

Su Dafu is 55 years old this year. He has a fat body, a beer belly, a square face with small eyes, a nose that is neither high nor straight, and a rigid expression on his face. A very greasy, overweight high school teacher.

Wei An stared at his uncle, looking at his face, Su Dafu was not a hypocrite or evil person, but very rigid and fearful.

Wei An spoke weakly, and said: "Uncle, although my mother died at birth and never said a word to me, I remember my father often saying that you and my mother were also bereaved when they were young. , entrust me to you, you will definitely treat me well, because you know the pity of a child without a father and a mother... No matter what, I will obey my uncle's arrangement..."

Wang Yizhen was really pressing too hard. If he was unconscious, he would be directly grabbed and pressed his fingerprints, and he would not even be perfunctory; therefore, Wei An really couldn't pretend to be faint at this time.

Apart from Wang Yizhen, Su Dafu was the only one in the ward at this moment, so I bet whether he still had any blood relationship with his dead sister in his heart.

Wei An's gaze was fixed on Su Dafu, he was weak and pitiful, a completely at a loss child...