diskusbooks Chapter 220 What exactly did you do to Grandpa?
Chapter 220 What exactly did you do to Grandpa?
Chen Yuqin was intimidated by Tan Zhengchu's imposing manner. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
Seeing this, Su Zhijian quickly stepped forward and said sternly, "Enough! The old man just passed away, and you're all making a scene here. What kind of behavior is this? Let's finish the funeral first, and we'll talk about other things later!"
His voice carried a hint of weariness, but even more so, a deep respect for Old Master Su.
Chen Yuqin gritted her teeth and ultimately said nothing more, only giving Su Yingxue a cold look.
Chen Yuqin felt both angry and helpless.
Although she was hostile towards Su Yingxue, her love for Su Zhijian never changed.
"Zhijian, I'm doing this for our future," she said silently to herself. "As long as we hand over the Su family and the Su Corporation to Yingqing, our family can live together happily."
She glanced at Su Zhijian, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.
"No matter what, I will stay by your side." She murmured softly, her voice filled with determination.
Su Yingxue and Tan Zhengchu led the children into the mourning hall, where a faint scent of incense and candles filled the air.
Grandpa Su's portrait hung in the center, his smile kind, as if he were still watching over them.
Su Yingxue walked to the portrait, slowly knelt down, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Grandpa, I've come to see you." Her voice choked with emotion as memories flooded back. "You've always loved me and taught me how to be a person, but I haven't had a chance to properly repay you..."
Her tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground and splashing up tiny water droplets.
Tan Zhengchu stood behind her and gently patted her shoulder, offering silent comfort.
Seven children stepped forward, each holding a white flower, their eyes red-rimmed.
Xiaoqi placed the flowers in front of the portrait, tears streaming down her face: "Great-Grandpa, Xiaoqi misses you so much..."
Looking at the photo of Grandpa Su, Xiaoqi's eyes welled up with tears: "Great-Grandpa, why didn't you wait for Xiaoqi? Xiaoqi wanted to hear your stories..."
Liu Bao walked over and gently put his arm around Xiao Qi's shoulder: "Xiao Qi, don't cry. Great-Grandpa will be watching over us from heaven. He won't get sick again."
Da Bao whispered, "When we visited Great-Grandpa a few days ago, he was smiling and talking to us. But... but he's covered in tubes, it must be so painful..."
The children's voices were filled with deep reluctance and heartache, making the atmosphere in the mourning hall even more somber.
Su Yingxue felt a pang of sadness as she listened to the children's words.
She knew that Grandpa Su loved these children the most when he was alive, and the children also had deep feelings for him.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of the children and let them grow up healthy and happy," she said silently in her heart.
Tan Zhengchu gently held her hand and whispered, "Yingxue, don't be too sad. Grandpa would definitely want us to be alright."
Su Yingxue nodded, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her gaze firm and calm.
Tan Zhengchu gently patted Xiaoqi's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Xiaoqi, go and say goodbye to Grandpa Tai. Thank him for taking care of you all these years."
Xiao Qi nodded, walked to the portrait of Grandpa Su, and said in a childish but sincere voice, "Great-Grandpa, thank you for taking care of me all this time."
Mom. Xiaoqi will miss you…
Tan Zhengchu and Su Yingxue stood side by side in front of the portrait, bowing deeply to express their respect and grief for Mr. Su.
Su Yingxue's tears welled up again, her voice choked with sobs: "Grandpa, may you rest in peace..."
Tan Zhengchu gently held her hand, his tone tender yet firm: "Yingxue, don't be too sad. Your health is important, and Grandpa certainly wouldn't want to see you like this."
Su Yingxue nodded, trying to control her emotions: "I know... I'm just feeling sad."
After the funeral, Su Yingxue decided not to let the children go to the cemetery with her.
“The children are too young to go to a cemetery,” she said to Mrs. Tan. “Please take them home first.”
Grandma Tan nodded, took Xiaoqi, Liubao and Dabao's hands, and gently comforted them: "Good boy, come home with your great-grandmother, Mom and Dad will be back soon."
The cemetery seemed particularly deserted on a rainy day, with the air filled with the damp smell of earth.
Su Yingxue wore a black dress with a white chrysanthemum pinned to her chest, looking both pretty and sad.
She stood before Grandpa Su's grave, her gaze fixed on the name on the tombstone, a wave of sorrow washing over her.
Just then, a black sedan slowly drove into the cemetery.
The car door opened, and Su Yingqing, wearing a black fur coat and high heels, slowly stepped out of the car.
Behind her followed a man in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase and looking serious.
When Su Yingxue saw Su Yingqing, she frowned and said, "Why are you only arriving now? Don't you care about Grandpa's funeral?"
Su Yingqing sneered, her tone arrogant: "I just came from the Su Group board meeting. There were too many things to do, so I was delayed for a while."
Upon hearing Su Yingqing's words, Su Zhijian's face instantly turned ugly: "Board of Directors? How come you're attending a board meeting? The old man clearly designated me as the heir, how come it's suddenly you?"
His voice was filled with obvious doubt and dissatisfaction.
Su Yingqing glanced at Su Zhijian with disdain: "It's clearly written in the will that I am the heir of the Su family. As for you, you've already been dismissed from your post."
Su Zhijian's expression changed slightly, and he asked coldly, "The will? How could the old man suddenly change his will? Did you do something to it?"
Upon hearing this, Su Yingxue felt a surge of doubt: "Su Yingqing, what exactly did you do? How did Grandpa's will turn out like this?"
Su Yingqing sneered, her tone sarcastic: "What right do you have to question me? The old man saw through you long ago, which is why he entrusted the Su family business to me."
Su Zhijian's face darkened further: "Su Yingqing, don't forget, you're not a child of the Su family at all! How could the old man possibly entrust the Su family business to you?"
Su Yingqing's gaze turned cold, and her tone became sharp: "Whether someone is a child of the Su family or not is not for you to decide. It's written in black and white in the will, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Su Yingxue was both shocked and angry as she listened to their conversation.
"Su Yingqing, what exactly did you do to Grandpa? How could he suddenly change his will?" Her voice trembled slightly.
Su Yingqing sneered and did not answer. Instead, she turned to the man behind her and said, "Lawyer, show them the will."
The man in the suit opened his briefcase, took out a document, and handed it to Su Zhijian.
Su Zhijian took the document, quickly glanced through it, and his expression grew increasingly grim.
"This is impossible! How could the old man entrust the Su family business to you? This will must be fake!"
Su Yingqing looked at him coldly: "Whether it's true or not is not up to you to decide. The lawyer is right here. If you're not satisfied, you can take legal action."
Her tone was laced with provocation, clearly indicating that she had been prepared all along.