I never want to hear any "will" again in this life.
"Xi Bao, come on down. Your second uncle and your godfather are waiting for you." Song Tingyue gently persuaded Jiang Chaoxi.
There are some things that although she doesn't want to face, she has to face them.
This is the price of growth!
Jiang Chaoxi put down the paintbrush in his hand and slowly raised his head, his beautiful big eyes still full of tears.
Her tears dripped onto the drawing paper, spreading the ink.
It looks like layers of ripples.
"Okay, I'll go down, master. Please wait for me upstairs for a while. I'll be back soon. When I come back, we can draw a few more paintings."
"good."
Mr. Zhong was drawing on another desk.
Jiang Chaoxi followed Song Tingyue downstairs.
Everyone was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for Jiang Chaoxi.
She sat down on the single sofa numbly.
Jiang Mufeng immediately said to the lawyer: "Lawyer Chen, let's get started!"
"Okay." The lawyer opened Mrs. Jiang's will in front of everyone.
Jiang Luoluo thought that since Mrs. Jiang liked her so much, most of her inheritance would be left to her.
Mrs. Jiang also said that she would leave all the wills to her.
But at the end of the will, Mrs. Jiang only gave her a small house. She accompanied Mrs. Jiang to buy that house. It was only 80 square meters, with two bedrooms and two living rooms.
At that time, Mrs. Jiang paid the money and wrote Jiang Luoluo's name.
Jiang Luoluo thought that the house was only part of the property left to her by Mrs. Jiang, but she didn't expect it to be the entire property.
She even mentioned in her will that after her death, Jiang Luoluo would be asked to move out.
Jiang Luoluo shouted in disbelief: "Impossible, grandma loves me so much, how could she only leave one house for me? Lawyer Chen, are you making a mistake?"
Lawyer Chen politely replied: "Ms. Jiang, you can't be wrong. This is a will made by Mrs. Jiang in person when she came to our law firm. Mr. Fei is the witness."
Jiang Luoluo jumped up and complained angrily: "Impossible, you must have colluded to give all the inheritance grandma left me to Jiang Chaoxi. The person grandma loves the most is me, not her. Grandma said,
You will leave your inheritance to me. You liars, I will sue you..."
Jiang Mufeng's face darkened and he said coldly: "Jiang Luoluo, please clarify your identity. You are not from our Jiang family at all. When we adopted you, we only asked you to comfort my mother because she was in a bad mood.
My mother, you have been domineering in our Jiang family for so many years, and my mother has done her best to give you a house. You will move out tomorrow, and I don’t want to see you again."
Mr. Jiang sat beside him and said nothing.
He didn't have a good impression of Jiang Luoluo either.
Only Mrs. Jiang in the whole family likes Jiang Luoluo the most.
Although Jiang Luoluo would make her happy, she still had to figure out who was her granddaughter and who should give her property.
No matter how well Jiang Luoluo coaxes her, she is still an outsider after all.
Jiang Chaoxi was immersed in grief and did not listen carefully to the contents of the will.
Too much money is just a number, not as good as a living person.
If she could exchange money for someone else, she would be willing to use all her money to exchange her grandma back, and then personally say to her grandma: "I love you, grandma!"
Jiang Luoluo was still crying and making a fuss: "Grandma hates Jiang Chaoxi so much, how could she leave all her property to her? It was Jiang Chaoxi who killed grandma, and you still want to help her get grandma's property. You are so bad. Grandma's spirit is in heaven.
Absolutely no rest.”
When Jiang Mufeng heard that Jiang Luoluo was getting more and more exaggerated, he stood up suddenly and shouted angrily: "If you keep talking nonsense, get out of here right away. Our Jiang family doesn't raise white-eyed wolves."
As soon as Jiang Mufeng roared, Jiang Luoluo fainted and looked at him pitifully: "Second uncle..."
"Don't call me second uncle. I'm not your second uncle. I don't want to recognize you as a relative who can't get along with you. You go back to your room to pack your things now and move out early tomorrow morning."
Jiang Luoluo's pretending to be pitiful was of no use to Jiang Mufeng.
He has no feelings for Jiang Luoluo, only disgust.
In recent years, I have helped Jiang Luoluo to deal with the troubles she caused outside. In order not to make the old lady sad, she has always kept it secret from the old lady.
Only the old lady in the whole family thought Jiang Luoluo had a pure nature.
In fact, I'm full of bad ideas.
Jiang Luoluo cried aggrievedly: "Uuwu, I won't leave. I have lived in the Jiang family for twenty years. The Jiang family is my home. I won't leave..."
Now the whole school knows that she plagiarized, and due to her status as the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, no one dares to make irresponsible remarks. If she leaves the Jiang family, she will really be useless.
Jiang Mufeng glanced at her coldly, turned to Fei Zhuoyu and said, "Brother Fei, let's go to the wine cellar for a drink."
"Okay." Fei Zhuoyu also stood up, took a deep look at Jiang Chaoxi, and went down to the wine cellar with Jiang Mufeng.
Jiang Chaoxi sat blankly on the sofa, not yet recovering from his sadness.
Mr. Jiang sat next to Jiang Chaoxi and patted her shoulder: "Xixi, don't blame yourself. The car accident was just an accident and it has nothing to do with you. If you can be fine, your grandma will be safe. You
Cheer up and don't live up to your grandma's expectations of you."
"grandfather……"
These days, Jiang Chaoxi and Mr. Jiang have not spoken much.
He didn't even dare to look into Mr. Jiang's eyes for fear of seeing blame in them.
Jiang Chaoxi's eyes were filled with tears. She looked up at Mr. Jiang. She didn't know if it was the tears that blurred her vision. She only saw kindness in Mr. Jiang's eyes, and no blame.
Mr. Jiang looked at the portrait on the coffee table with red eyes and said, "Xixi, your painting is really good. Grandpa likes it very much."
Jiang Chaoxi wiped away her tears with her backhand, looked at the coffee table, and found that the portrait she had painted for her grandma that day was placed neatly on it and put into the frame.
She painted it very vividly, as if Mrs. Jiang was not sitting down but still sitting there drinking tea.
He has a gentle expression and his eyes are full of kindness.
Jiang Chaoxi remembered that when she finished the painting and showed it to her grandma, her grandma said that only people who paint black and white portraits of the dead should do so.
Jiang Chaoxi's heart tightened suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to grab the portrait.
"Grandpa, this portrait is not good. I will paint another one in color."
Mr. Jiang took the portrait over and looked at it carefully: "No, this one is very good. I like it very much."
"Grandpa... the colored one will look better, let me draw a new one in color!" Jiang Chaoxi's tears were falling.
"I want this one."
Mr. Jiang was very stubborn and walked back to the room holding the portrait.
Jiang Chaoxi sat there at a loss.
Turning around, he saw Jiang Luoluo staring angrily at him.
Jiang Luoluo cursed viciously: "It was you who killed grandma, Jiang Chaoxi, you don't have to die well, you should go down and accompany grandma!"