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"Grandpa." Jiang Xingjian walked over quickly, knelt on one knee beside the bed and held Mr. Jiang's hand, his words choked up.

Mr. Jiang tried his best to open his eyes, and saw that the person beside the bed was Jiang Xingjian. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After a while, Mr. Jiang raised his hand and patted the oxygen mask lightly. Immediately came over and took it away.

After taking off the oxygen mask, the old man breathed a little easier. He gently pulled his hand from Jiang Xingjian's palm, and looked behind Jiang Xingjian.

Jiang Xingjian knew very well that his grandfather was looking at Jiang Zhihuai.

For grandpa, Jiang Zhihuai is the child he truly loves.

No matter how hard you strive, no matter how good you are, it's useless.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xingjian turned to look at Jiang Zhihuai behind him, but received a strange expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Jiang Xingjian was startled. Jiang Zhihuai had already stretched out his hand and firmly grabbed the old man. His expression was sad, as if he wasn't the one laughing just now.

Jiang Zhihuai had already moved to the front, Jiang Xingjian could only take a step back, stood up, and looked at their father and son with reddish eyes.

The old man waved his free hand, and the maid immediately picked up the small safe and placed it on the table next to the old man, signaling Jiang Xingjian and the others to look here.

"The will was determined by the master half a year ago. It has been notarized. It has not been revised in the past six months. Now, I will give it to you."

The maid took out a ring key from her neck and inserted it into the small hole on the small safe. Then the small hole opened automatically, and the combination lock was displayed in front of everyone.

The password was set by the old man. The maid put her ear to the old man's mouth, and soon she heard a series of numbers. When she moved away again, the safe had been opened, and the contents inside were clear at a glance.

The will is very thin, with only a few short paragraphs on each page, and it is arranged in descending order according to the family of the old man's son and daughter.

The moment Jiang Xingjian saw the will, he subconsciously noticed Jiang Zhihuai's expression—the scar on Jiang Zhihuai's side face became more hideous because of the lighting, and the greedy light in his eyes expanded when the will appeared, Even in the next moment, he will rush over to snatch the inheritance into his hands.

Given the current situation, Jiang Xingjian believed that his grandfather would not take the risk of changing the Jiang family, but whether Jiang Zhihuai's acquisition could threaten him, that's for sure.

When Jiang Xingjian looked at Jiang Zhihuai for the second time, Jiang Zhihuai happened to cast his gaze at him too.

"Xingjian, don't be so nervous, just relax." Jiang Zhihuai patted Jiang Xingjian's shoulder, pretending to be relaxed.

Jiang Xingjian avoided his contact calmly and did not speak.

He didn't want to be worried about himself when his grandfather was dying. At this moment, he wanted his grandfather to leave with peace of mind.

Before the old man died, the younger generation and the elder had a dispute over the will. Such things are very common in the upper class. Jiang Xingjian looked at his grandfather worriedly and persuaded himself to calm down.

The maid began to read out the division of the inheritance under the sign of the old man. What she read out was mainly the parts of Jiang Xingjian and Jiang Zhihuai.

"...All properties under the Jiang family are fully responsible and distributed by the eldest son, Mr. Jiang Xingjian. Unless transferred voluntarily, other descendants are not allowed to participate in Jiang's properties for any improper reason."

"The following is the will for Mr. Jiang Zhihuai." The maid held the will in both hands and looked at Jiang Zhihuai. "Mr. Jiang Xingjian needs to pay Mr. Jiang Zhihuai [-] million in cash for Mr. Jiang Zhihuai's work and daily expenses." , otherwise, the first will is invalid."

When Jiang Xingjian heard about Jiang Zhihuai's inheritance, he looked at his grandfather in puzzlement. Mr. Jiang had already returned to the light. He held Jiang Zhihuai's hand firmly, as if he was about to say something forcefully, but he was already angry. , not a single sound came out.

Jiang Zhihuai didn't react when he heard about his inheritance. Instead, he knelt down beside the bed again, comforting Mr. Jiang in a low voice, "Dad... I know you have been kind to me since I was a child, don't worry, I will also Treat the brothers well, maybe you will be reunited soon..."

Hearing Jiang Zhihuai's words made Jiang Xingjian's hair stand on end, he finally couldn't bear it and was about to question Jiang Zhihuai's meaning, but was interrupted by Jiang Zhihuai's suddenly raised voice.

"Dad! You can go away with peace of mind... Don't miss it, it's not your world anymore..."

Jiang Xingjian grabbed Jiang Zhihuai's collar and pressed him hard against the wall, "Uncle, what do you mean?! How can you say such unfilial things like this grandpa! And you... "

Suddenly the ear-piercing siren of the heart rate detector sounded, Jiang Xingjian was stunned for a moment, he flung Jiang Zhihuai away, turned to look at the grandfather on the bed, Mr. Jiang was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, if it wasn't for the ear-piercing voice beside him The siren sounded, Jiang Xingjian thought he was falling asleep.

"Grandpa—" Jiang Xingjian knelt beside the bed, shouting heart-piercingly.

Although it is not the first time to experience life and death, but this time it is a relative who is closely related by blood. No matter how accustomed Jiang Xingjian is to this kind of thing, he cannot remain indifferent to the death of his grandfather.

After Jiang Zhihuai was pushed to the wall by Jiang Xingjian, he stood in the corner all the time, looking at Jiang Xingjian's heartbroken look indifferently, his expression became more and more indifferent.

The maid was standing on the other side of the bed with the will in her hands, her perennially expressionless face only showing a touch of sadness.

In the end, the maid sighed, walked to Jiang Xingjian's side, and handed over the will in her hand to Jiang Xingjian.

"Patriarch, please express your condolences. I'm here to help the master scrub his body and change his clothes. You should go to arrange the funeral now."

Jiang Xingjian took the will with red eyes, and he said "um" in a low voice, then turned and pushed open the bedroom door.

Outside the door, there were several family doctors and funeral staff of the funeral home standing along the corridor. When they saw Jiang Xingjian walking out alone with the will, they all understood what was going on. They all nodded and said in unison respectfully, "Hi Patriarch !"

After hearing this title, Jiang Xingjian didn't have any expression on his face. He seemed to have lost the ability to make expressions, and his whole face was wooden.

"...Grandpa has passed away. Clothes, urns, ceremonies, and cemetery are all carried out according to the highest standards. No mistakes are allowed!"

The new Patriarch's first order, of course, everyone dealt with it with great energy.

Hearing their reply, Jiang Xingjian went downstairs, followed the wide central staircase, and came in front of everyone.

Many people didn't know that the old man had passed away. When they saw Jiang Xingjian walking down with heavy steps, the men, women and children of the Jiang family began to realize that an era had passed, and Jiang Xingjian became the new head of the family.

But the elders were more concerned about the death of the old man. Jiang Zhuyun's eyes were red the moment Jiang Xingjian walked down the stairs. He lowered his head and sighed heavily. Seeing this, Shang Rong immediately hugged him and patted him His shoulders, let him mourn.

In the hall of the Jiang family, the female relatives were crying together, and some men were also weeping silently.

The rain outside did not know when it fell, crackling on the window, and hitting everyone's hearts.

Jiang Xingjian held the will in his hand, and the heavy responsibility on his body almost crushed his straight back.