Once Luo Mingsheng left, the Luo family's situation was over, and it may no longer be possible to restore it to its former glory.
Wang Minglan took the main seat in the center early, and there were two or three faces that Song Yiqing didn't recognize next to her.
The only person she is familiar with besides Wang Minglan is Zhang Yue'e.
Everyone is waiting for her arrival.
Wang Minglan saw her figure and waved to her: "Come, girl, sit here!"
She pulled her to the seat next to her and sat down: "Everyone is here. Let's begin."
A man wearing a black suit and black-rimmed glasses opened his briefcase and took out a will he had already prepared.
It turns out that Luo Mingsheng had fully planned his property before his death and had it notarized at the notary office.
The man cleared his throat: "Hello everyone, I am the attorney appointed by Mr. Luo Mingsheng before his death. I am responsible for handling Mr. Luo Mingsheng's estate after his death."
The room was quiet, and everyone was listening with open ears, as if this was the final judgment.
"According to Mr. Luo's wishes, his property will be divided into two parts. In the first part, Ms. Zhang Yuee and her son Luo Cheng will receive a villa in the provincial capital, 2 million in cash, and a jeep."
"In the second part, Ms. Wang Minglan will inherit all the remaining property."
After the lawyer made the final decision, Zhang Yue'e couldn't sit still and jumped up to look at the black and white words on the paper.
"How could it be! I gave him a child! He just gave us a house, a broken car, and a little cash as a gift! My son is still in prison! How could he do this to us!"
Zhang Yue'e tore the piece of paper into pieces and pointed at Wang Minglan's nose: "This is all your trap, right? You joined him to deceive me! You want to monopolize the Luo family's property! I tell you, I will never
Let you succeed!"
She felt that verbal threats were not enough, so she reached out and wanted to hit Wang Minglan who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Song Yiqing intercepted her hand halfway, pushed back hard, and pushed her to the ground.
Zhang Yue'e didn't give up, got up from the ground and rushed over again.
Song Yiqing was afraid that she would really hurt Wang Minglan, so he held down her hands and feet so that she could not move.
She warned softly: "Luo Mingsheng gave you these things, you should be grateful to him! If I were him, I wouldn't leave you a cent!"
Mother and son have always been a thorn in the side between Luo Mingsheng and Wang Minglan.
Luo Mingsheng has no feelings for her, and he doesn't have much feelings for Luo Cheng either.
But she knew that in this era, 2 million in cash was a huge amount of wealth that poor people could not even imagine.
If she makes good use of it, she will not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of her life.
But if she wants to die, no one can save her.
Zhang Yue'e was frightened by her and swallowed: "You are not him! You can't make decisions for him! Such a distribution is unfair!"
Song Yiqing loosened her hand and patted the dust on her hand: "The country is not a call. This is a legal society. If you are dissatisfied with anything, you can file a complaint."
Zhang Yue'e didn't believe their evil deeds, so she twisted her butt and walked out the door.
Wang Minglan suddenly felt that her ears were clean.
Song Yiqing didn't know why he wanted her to come to such an occasion.
Could it be that Wang Minglan didn't know about Luo Mingsheng's property distribution and thought he would leave it to herself?
Before she could speak, Wang Minglan said: "Lawyer, I also want you to make a will to leave all my property to my daughter and my grandson."
Song Yiqing righteously refused: "No, I will not accept any property from the Luo family."
Wang Minglan did not refuse: "I know. What I'm giving you is just some money. Most of it, I will leave it to Tie Gen."
Song Yiqing didn't want any of it, she didn't want to inherit the Luo family's affection, and she didn't want to have anything to do with Luo Jia.
She did so many things just to repay the Luo family's kindness.
Luo Tiegen tugged on her sleeve: "Auntie, what grandma gives you is what you deserve. Can you please accept it? Otherwise grandma will be sad. He is not in good health, just in case..."
I don’t know when the little guy learned how to threaten others, and he specializes in picking out the other person’s weaknesses.
Song Yiqing remained silent, and Wang Minglan knew that she agreed.
"I want to transfer my apartment in Kyoto, a villa in the provincial capital, a jeep, 5 million in cash, and private stocks to Song Yiqing. The rest of the company, cash, real estate, and antique calligraphy and paintings are all left to Song Yiqing.
Luo Tiegan..."
Wang Minglan drew up a long list, which was filled with the Luo family's properties, large and small.
Song Yiqing read it with dumbfounded eyes, and finally understood the Luo family's status in the provincial capital, and also understood the reason why a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
The man in the black suit took the notes and asked Minglan to check them and sign them.
"This is just a first draft we have drawn up. You and I will need to go to the notary office for notarization later."
"good."
After seeing off the guests, Wang Minglan called Song Yiqing and Luo Tiegen into the room alone.
"Nanny, you know the current situation of the Luo family. I am old and my iron roots are still young. The Luo family needs someone to stand up and support."
Song Yiqing didn't know why, but she had an intuition that Wang Minglan wanted to hand Luo Jia into her hands.
She deliberately pretended not to understand: "As long as you take good care of your body, you will definitely regain your youth."
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Wang Minglan's mouth: "I know my body. You don't have to make me happy. I wrongly blamed you before, and I apologize to you."
"If you are talking about that, I have forgotten those things a long time ago."
Song Yiqing saw that she seemed to have grown older overnight, her tone of voice was weak and she occasionally gasped.
"There is no overnight feud between my family. As long as you can forgive me. I think I want to entrust the Luo family into your hands, is that okay?"
Wang Minglan seemed to have exhausted all his strength and finally said what he wanted to say.
There was no way to avoid what was coming. Her words were both unexpected and reasonable.
Afraid of her rejection, Wang Minglan quickly said: "I'm not kidnapping you with my inheritance. If you want to do it, do it. If you don't want to do it, don't do it. It's just that it's harder for me and I need to find someone I can rely on."
She coughed twice more, and her breathing was even worse than usual.
Song Yiqing knew that she was 70% sick and 30% miserable, but she benefited from it very much.
Luo Tiegen hugged her thigh: "Aunt, please, just promise grandma! What if I get bullied at school?"
The two of them, their grandfather and grandson, took the scheme to the extreme, and Song Yiqing could no longer refuse.
"Okay, I promise you. I will help you take care of the Luo family for the time being, but I will not continue to manage it. When Luo Tiegen turns 20, he will take over my job."
"Okay! Auntie! Don't worry, grandma won't let you work in vain. I'll give you a huge salary!"
Luo Tiegen stretched out several fingers and made gestures in front of her eyes.