A motorcade slowly drove away from Tianhai Mountain.
In one of the Rolls-Royces, Wen Renhong looked at his niece with some worry: "Are you sure that the old man has written a will before, appointing you to be the next head of the Wenren family?
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He still can't believe that he would actually brave the disapproval of the world and pass on the position of head of the family to a woman in her twenties.
Wenren Muxue was wearing a filial piety hat, her pale face full of sadness: "Originally, my grandfather planned to pass the position of head of the family to my father first, and then my father would pass the position to me."
"Unfortunately, my father's physical condition is getting worse day by day. Grandpa also knows that my father can't hold on for long. Half a month ago in the evening, he called me to the study, wrote a will in front of me, and placed the will in the study.
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"He told me that after his death, there will definitely be disagreements in the family over the succession of the throne. As long as I come up with this will, no matter who wants to be the head of the family, they can only act in accordance with the will and help me
Stabilize the family situation and let the Wenren family run smoothly."
When Wen Renhong heard this, his face became moved.
"Then do you know where this will is in the study?"
"I don't have any other intention. I just prepare in advance and get the will as soon as I get off the bus, so as not to be taken advantage of by the third brother, which will be detrimental to us."
Wenren Muxue raised her head, looked at him and said, "There is a lamp next to the pillow on Grandpa's bed. Turn the lamp holder 180 degrees clockwise and it will open the mechanism under the bed. Grandpa's will is there."
"organ?"
Wen Renhong was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, don't worry, as long as my second uncle is here, I will definitely help you uphold justice and support you to become the head of the family. No one can stop you!"
After saying that, he took a deep breath, turned around and sat upright in the chair again.
In his eyes, there was a look of greed that could not be concealed, but it flashed past without any trace.
The residence of the Wenren family.
White wreaths and paper money filled the sky, firmly covering this deep house compound with a layer of white snow.
On the occasion of the funeral of Mr. Wenren, this place was still heavily guarded.
The aura of the great master can be found in every corner of the mansion.
A group of people emerged from the Villa and walked towards the old man's former residence without stopping.
"We received orders from the second master to enter the old master's study and look for a relic of the old master."