allendalepharm Chapter 36 A Farce in a Wealthy Family
Chapter 36 A Farce in a Wealthy Family
After the butler saw Nie Zhifeng off, a VIP customer service representative specially came to the door to take care of "Young Master Qian".
As the shoemaker scanned and modeled his feet, Young Master Qian gazed at his new self in the full-length mirror with immense satisfaction, a look of pure admiration on his face.
While his face may not rival that of top male stars, it is still undeniably handsome. His slightly slender eyebrows and eyes exude a cool and aloof air, and his nose is exceptionally well-defined, though it aches slightly.
Her facial contours were sharply defined, with a clear and smooth jawline, yet not overly masculine. Her skin was firm, her forehead full—everything about her was perfect.
The only drawback is that she's too thin.
"Zhong, find a few nutritionists and fitness coaches."
The butler immediately agreed, then clicked on his watch and quickly found several candidates.
After quickly browsing through the list, Young Master Qian selected four people.
All dimensions were measured correctly, and customer service representatives gradually left.
"Ah Zhong, oh no, Uncle Zhong."
The butler immediately waved his hand in a flustered manner, but Young Master Qian smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"From now on, I'll call you Uncle Zhong in front of outsiders."
The butler blinked, then suddenly realized, "Yes, young master."
"Is Attorney Lin ready?"
"Ready."
Young Master Qian nodded in satisfaction: "Notify them."
Uncle Zhong immediately notified his family to convey the news of the old man's death, while Young Master Qian picked out a set of clothes from the sample clothes brought by the clothing store's customer service and put them on.
Madam Qian has passed away long ago; the couple had two sons.
Less than fifteen minutes later, the roar of a sports car engine grew louder as the eldest son arrived with his wife and children.
"dad!"
Young Master Qian rushed into the bedroom, throwing himself onto the bedside in utter grief, and cried out, "Uncle Zhong, what happened to my dad? Why didn't he even call? He just...he's gone! Oh no!"
The eldest son cried his heart out, while his eldest daughter-in-law, leading a five- or six-year-old child, walked sobbing to her husband's side.
Looking at his "filial" son and daughter-in-law, Young Master Qian was almost laughing in anger.
He used to look like an octogenarian, but he was actually 64 years old. He had become that way because he was suffering from senile dementia.
Having been bedridden for over three years, my vocal cords have completely deteriorated, rendering me unable to speak. Recently, my vision has also been severely affected; I can't see clearly most of the time, or even not at all.
During this period, these "filial sons and virtuous daughters-in-law" would only visit him when they needed money; otherwise, they wouldn't even call him, let alone visit him in person.
Knowing that his days were numbered, he paid such a high price, demanding that Nie Zhifeng find a young man who was outstanding in every way and had simple social connections.
He didn't want to see his wealth squandered by his two sons. Most importantly, he resented being suppressed by his eldest brother his whole life.
As long as he has a healthy body, he can return to the group's board of directors. His elder brother is already seventy years old and is currently in good health, but he can wear him down sooner or later.
At that time, he will be able to use his past experience and connections, as well as the dirt he has on the board members, to control the Qian family and even take control of this huge group.
"Uncle Zhong, who is this?"
The eldest daughter-in-law looked somewhat blankly at the young man in an expensive suit standing by the window.
Just as the butler was about to begin his introduction, the sound of an engine came from somewhere, followed by heart-wrenching cries.
"Dad"
Young Master Qian stumbled upstairs, and without saying a word, he rushed to the bedside and began to wail and howl like a banshee.
Accompanying them was a woman dressed in a fox fur coat and flamboyant attire.
"Both young masters have arrived, and the master has left his will."
The housekeeper invited Attorney Lin into the bedroom again and read the contents of the will aloud in front of everyone.
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Upon hearing the words "illegitimate child," the two sons looked at the young man in disbelief.
"etc!"
The second young master interrupted, "Where did this guy come from? How did he become an illegitimate child? I've never heard the old man mention it."
"This is the DNA test report, and these are the records of Mr. Qian's money transfers to the mother of his son over the years..."
These are naturally not real; they are all "evidence" that Attorney Lin prepared in just over three hours and has just been produced.
"What 'Young Master Qian'? Bah! You bastard! Get out of my way!"
The second young master slapped aside the documents the lawyer was showing him, his face contorted with anger. "How could the old man possibly leave his shares and so much property to an outsider? I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
In comparison, the eldest son is quite composed.
"Attorney Lin, my father is delirious from his illness; this will cannot be valid!"
"Mr. Qian was of sound mind when he made his will. My assistant lawyer, my butler Uncle Zhong, and I were all present and can testify to this."
Attorney Lin remained calm and said, "The entire process of Mr. Qian making his will was filmed. In addition, you two should be able to recognize Mr. Qian's handwriting at a glance."
"If you have any doubts, you can take legal action and have a professional organization conduct a handwriting analysis."
The eldest son took the phone from Attorney Lin, glanced at the recording, and immediately shook his head, saying, "Impossible, impossible! How could my father give his assets to an illegitimate child? Impossible..."
What he couldn't accept was that the money he had just received suddenly disappeared, and as for the matter of the illegitimate child, he didn't question it at all.
"The transfer of the group's shares cannot be decided by a will alone; it also requires the approval of the uncle and the board of directors."
The eldest daughter-in-law comes from an old Qian family and is quite aware of these matters.
"Madam is right, but Mr. Qian already communicated with Mr. Qian a month ago regarding the contents of the will..."
The lawyer was only halfway through his sentence when Young Master Qian frowned impatiently and said, "I..."
He blurted out, then immediately realized he'd almost let something slip and quickly corrected himself: "How many times did you visit my father during his illness?"
"Shoucheng, you've come here four times in the past three years, each time asking for money. You said you wanted to start a project, or invest in some game, taking over 100 million yuan in total. Where is the money?"
"Honey, I haven't heard anything about this..." The eldest daughter-in-law started to ask, then immediately realized, "Did you take the money and spend it on that minor celebrity?"
Qian Shoucheng tried to explain, but his wife ignored him and pounced on him, crying and fighting.
"And you, Zhiyuan. Every time you come, it's either for money or to get Father to give you the shares. You even say that your older brother only knows how to play around with women, but you're different; you're more career-minded than your older brother..."
"Shut up! You're talking nonsense!"
Qian Zhiyuan hurriedly interrupted, but he knew very well that only he and his father knew about these conversations.
He suddenly felt that the boy in front of him, whose face was still very youthful, had a kind of unfathomable depth in his eyes.
Young Master Qian glanced coldly at everyone before saying in a deep voice, "I know far more than you can imagine. If you don't want the gossip media to sensationalize your despicable deeds, you'd better shut your mouths."
"Your father has set up a trust fund for you, so you can receive enough for living expenses every month. He has already done more than enough. You have no choice but to accept it, whether you like it or not."
Young Master Qian turned around and waved his hand: "Stop this fake acting, it makes me want to vomit. Now, immediately, get out of my manor!"
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A farcical drama involving a wealthy family came to an abrupt end.
No one knows a son better than his father. The old man had long ago said that his two sons were content with pleasure and were not capable of great things.
After everyone left, a professional team arrived to prepare the aged body and place it in a high-grade, shiny black coffin.
Mr. Qian, who had been given a new lease on life, rushed to visit his beloved horse after settling everything in.
With a flick of the whip, Young Master Qian excitedly rode his horse around and around.
Dinner was extremely lavish; he hadn't tasted Wagyu beef, top-grade tuna sashimi, and black diamond caviar for three whole years.
Paired with a bottle of Borghese Château de Poirot that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars, the young master enjoyed himself thoroughly before returning to his bedroom, feeling smug, and falling into a deep sleep.
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As night fell, the servants all retired to rest.
The surroundings were completely silent, except for the faint crackling sound of burning wood from the fireplace in the bedroom.
The boy, who was in his sleep, suddenly sat up, gasping for breath like a drowning person who had just surfaced.
He moved his fingers to make sure he could control his body, then quickly threw off the fluffy, soft blanket, draped the robe from the bedside table over himself, and hurried out the door.
After pushing open three doors in a row, he finally found the study.
After some trial and error, I successfully turned on the computer, and the holographic projection screen almost filled the entire room.
After entering the question into the search interface, quickly memorize the strings of numbers.
Then, he opened the study window and glanced outside.
It only has three floors, which is not tall enough.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard light footsteps.
He smiled slightly, a silent smile playing on his lips, and stepped forward to open the door.
The dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against his chest.
"Sign an agreement, and I'll let you go if you voluntarily give up inheriting the old man's estate."
The visitor was none other than Qian Zhiyuan, the second son of the Qian family.
Instead of retreating, the boy advanced defiantly, saying, "Shoot me then."
"Damn it, you bastard, did you think I wouldn't dare to shoot?" Qian Zhiyuan released the safety, but his hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.
"What, all you dare to do is bluff? The old man was right, you're a coward."
The boy made a sarcastic remark, then suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. It wasn't that the other person had fired a shot, but that his heart had abruptly stopped beating.
"Hey, stop playing dead, you bastard!"
Qian Zhiyuan panicked and started cursing.
The feeling of suffocation pressed down on him like a tidal wave, but the corners of the boy's mouth curved slightly upward.
I see!