"You -" Mr. Long seemed to have been exposed. His old face turned red with anger. When the crutch was placed on the ground, he let out a thunderous roar, "Ye Shengge, there is no need for you to interfere in the affairs of my Long family. Don't
He said that I would not recognize you as mother and son back then, and even if I am still alive today and have no grandchildren, I will not recognize you as mother and son!"
"Old man, please speak to me with respect!"
Listening to his accusations against Ye Shengge, Xun Hua stood up angrily with a sneer on his lips, "I'm old, but I just don't know how to write the word "repent". What could you have done back then?
That kind of thing is worse than a beast. Today, you can still let your grandson be in front of you and not let him recognize his ancestors. Let’s not talk about your family’s bullshit rules. Even if your ancestors are secretly aware, they will feel contempt for you!"
The butler's arm was out of control, and Mr. Long's crutches made a clanking sound in place. His lips trembled in anger and he said, "Who are you, how dare you teach me a lesson?"
Xun Hua's beautiful pupils shot out a cold light, "Let's talk about who your family is first, and then talk about others."
Seeing that the old man still had something to say, Xun Hua stopped him rudely, "As you get older, you should stop talking nonsense, so as not to pass out later, I will not be responsible for sending you to the hospital!"
"You—" The old man was so angry that he almost fainted. Chun Hua wanted to vent for Ye Shengge, but Ye Shengge finally stopped watching and stretched out his hand to hold Chun Hua to prevent her from doing something more impulsive.
"Lang, I think Mr. Long hasn't seen the situation clearly at this moment. Do you want us to give him a good explanation?" Ye Shengge's eyes were fixed on the old man, but his words were directed at the smiling tiger man behind him.
Said.
The man named 'Lang' blinked curiously and said innocently: "Shengge, do you really want to do this? I'm afraid Mr. Long's heart is not good. Will it be overloaded later?"
Ye Shengge sneered and rolled his eyes mischievously, "How could that be? Mr. Long has worked hard for the Long family all his life, even at the cost of forcing his son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren to death. The most painful thing in life is to lose a loved one.
As a person, since the old man can bear such a painful fact, how can he be unable to defeat this small retribution in this world?"
Mr. Long's eyes tightened, and he finally saw that something was wrong, and then asked calmly: "Ye Shengge, what do you want to do? Don't forget that you are also a member of the Long family. If you do something treasonous, your father will
Izumi Izumi will never forgive you!"
The world has seen people who act against their will, and has seen shameless and despicable villains, but it is indeed rare to see someone like Mr. Long who sings a proud banner while saying things that go against his will.
Ye Shengge's eyes showed deep contempt, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider, "Grandpa finally remembered that I am also a descendant of the Long family. I thought you had forgotten. Since grandpa admits that Shengge is a descendant of the Long family,
My grandson won’t play riddles with you anymore. Didn’t you ask me what I want to do? Well, I’ll tell you.”
Ye Shengge opened his hand towards Lang behind him, and handed a neatly folded envelope to Ye Shengge's hand. Ye Shengge opened the envelope, took out the letter, and raised the old and yellowed paper in front of the old man.
, presented word by word in front of Mr. Long, "This is the suicide note written by your son, my father Long Jian. The suicide note states that I, Ye Shengge, will succeed the eighth generation of the Long family. This suicide note
It has been authenticated by a lawyer and it has your son's seal and autograph on it. If you don't believe it, you can take it for verification in person. Now what do you think I want to do?"
Ye Shengge took out another document and unfolded it in front of Mr. Long. He said with an evil look: "This is a joint letter from several major families affiliated to your Long family, requesting the replacement of the eighth generation descendant Long Zeye."
The identity of the heir is stamped with the signatures and seals of several famous families."
"Oh -" Ye Shengge pretended to be surprised: "If you still don't believe it, they are outside. I think they are more interested than me in putting on a show for you to seize the throne on this important day.
play."
"Now, I think you can go out and tell the outside world what your decision is?"
Mr. Long looked at the suicide note and the joint petitions from several famous families. He was so angry that he trembled all over. His crutches fell to the floor with a thump. He took the suicide note and tore it up cleanly with cloudy eyes.
Angry red appeared, and the finger pointing at Ye Shengge couldn't help but tremble, "Impossible, how could Zhan'er write this suicide note? He died in the Long family, and he didn't leave a single word when he went there, so what?
I will write this suicide note and hand it to you!"
The old suicide note, the yellowed paper and the deep black ink, even if Mr. Long didn't want to admit it, he could tell at a glance that the seal was indeed his son's personal seal. Only his son had no trace of that seal.
Others, but he didn't want to believe that his son, who committed suicide for that woman, actually made plans for the mother and son early. He decided not to believe his father, so he made plans early.
Any plans?
Ye Shengge watched calmly as he finished tearing up the suicide note, and then said slowly: "Tear it up, this is just a copy. There are many copies of this suicide note. You can tear up as many copies as you want. If it's not enough, tear up as many as you want."
I will print as many copies as you want."
He ignored the old man's choked-up look and said the answer he wanted to know, "Do you think this suicide note was written when your son died? You are wrong. You are in vain to kill our mother and son. Why?"
Don’t you think your son will hate you because of this?”
The lights above his head were gorgeous, but not as bitter as his heart. Ye Shengge smiled bitterly and said, "This suicide note is from your son, my father. On the night before you drove away our mother and son, on the night before he left home, the secret
I contacted a lawyer and went through all the formalities before handing it over to my mother. How ridiculous, the most right thing this man did in his life, haha." Ye Shengge raised his head and laughed, but the bitter juice came from his heart.
The depths spread out bit by bit.
Time is a double-edged sword. When it hurts the heart, it can leave an indelible scar in the heart. Only when you are tired one day and touch the depth of that person's heart can you know
, what you have is far less than what you miss.
The reason why Mr. Long's heartbeat was shaking was because it clearly stated that all the property under the Long Frame, the seventh-generation heir of the Long family, belongs to Ye Shengge, the eighth-generation descendant. And if this suicide note comes out, Long Ze
The identity of the wild heir would be seriously shaken, not to mention that the descendants of the Long family have long been eyeing the position of Prince Long.
The old man is powerless and cannot be as good as before. He is old and can no longer withstand the hardships.
"The electronic version of the suicide note is still on my computer. Now as long as I have a computer, the suicide note will flow to thousands of households on the Internet like water. When the time comes -"
Ye Shengge paused deliberately and looked up at Mr. Long's vicissitudes of life arrogantly. He only hated this old man and said, "'Grandpa,' how are you doing?"