The Feng family's powerful position lies here, and Feng Shiwen's death quickly made the news.
Along with the news, there are also various versions of rumors on the Internet.
He said that Feng Shiwen did not die in his own home, but that Feng Shiwen was killed by others, froze to death, vomited blood and died...
There are different opinions.
The Feng family issued an obituary, and three days later a memorial service was held at Jiuyunshan Funeral Home.
Yang Qianyu looked at the obituary and didn't respond for a long time.
After Fisher finished his work, he came over to see her staring at her phone in a daze. After a quick glance, she understood.
"What, you still want to go to her funeral?"
Yang Qianyu looked back at her: "Do you think you should go?"
"Where are you going! Look at the rumors on the Internet. I'm sure someone is behind the scenes. If you go to the funeral, the public opinion will drown you!"
Of course Yang Qianyu knew that there was someone behind all this, but she was too lazy to care.
Her idea was simple. Since all the grudges had disappeared with Feng Shiwen's death, and she had completely let go of these grudges - then even out of moral reasons, she should attend the funeral.
After all, the outside world knew about her relationship with Feng Moyan and that Feng Moyan was her son's biological father.
So when the child's aunt passed away and she didn't even go to see him off, would it be true again? And it also made it difficult for Feng Moyan to do so.
Another point is that she attended the funeral openly so that those rumors could be disproven. Otherwise, the outside world would think that she was guilty and did not dare to pay homage to the deceased.
She gave her reasons.
Fei Xue rolled her eyes at her, "You are open and honest, but others don't think so. If there is a riot or something, Feng Moyan can't protect you even in a wheelchair. Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"
Before Yang Qianyu could reply, her cell phone rang.
"This is from Yang Zijun..." She muttered and walked away to answer the phone, "Hello."
"Sister... I have completed all the procedures for that courtyard house. When will you be free? Let's go through the transfer process." Yang Zijun actually generously gave up the property rights of the old house.
Yang Qianyu thought for a while and told the truth: "I don't have any money now, so I can't give you any compensation..."
"I know that you gave the money to the employees of the company. I don't want the money. This is not my property in the first place. If I want the money, it's blackmail."
Yang Qianyu was surprised again.
How on earth did this younger brother manage to emerge from the mud without getting stained?
"In this case, let's do it tomorrow..."
"Okay, then I'll contact you tomorrow."
"Um."
She thought that since she hadn't gone to work in the past two days and was bored in the hotel, she might as well do something serious.
Then, go to the courtyard to see if Yang Guohua's mistress and children are still living there.
They must have known the news about Yang Guohua's accident.
If you are interested, you may leave on your own initiative, find a place where no one knows them, and start your life again.
When Fisher heard the whole thing, he opened his mouth in surprise: "Isn't this kid just trying to catch a big fish with a long-term goal? Why don't I believe he would be so kind?"
Yang Qianyu hesitated, "...Feng Moyan has read countless people, can he be mistaken?"
Fisher had an epiphany, "Oh, it turns out you don't trust your own brother, you trust your own man."
"..."
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The next day, after Yang Qianyu sent the children back to kindergarten, she drove to see Yang Zijun.
"Sister, I know very well how to handle the transfer procedures. I will take you there and it will be completed soon."
Yang Zijun has already handled the transfer of ownership once, so he is indeed familiar with the process.
The two went to the administrative service center.
Because Yang Zijun made an appointment online in advance, there was no need to wait in line after arriving. It took more than an hour to complete all the procedures.
Yang Qianyu looked at the dark red property rights certificate in her hand, then looked at her younger brother who had never seen him face to face before, and said sincerely: "Xiaojun, thank you, otherwise... I really don't know how to get this back."
House."
Yang Zijun chuckled, "Family, why are you so polite?"
family……
Yang Qianyu had never felt that she was a member of the Yang family. Now after hearing this, she smiled lightly and was noncommittal.
Walking out of the administrative service center, Yang Zijun asked: "Sister, are you okay? If nothing happens, give me a ride."
Yang Qianyu said: "I plan to go to the courtyard to have a look. I will leave now and I can arrive at noon. Do you have anything important to do today? If you have nothing, come with me."
She thought that in case the woman and child were still living in the courtyard, it would be safer to take someone with her.
When Yang Zijun heard this, he nodded repeatedly: "Okay! I asked Brother Cheng for leave when I came out, and he knew I was with you."
"Um."
The siblings got in the car and drove to the ancient town.
On the way, Feng Moyan called.
"I heard from Wang Cheng, why did that boy go to you to transfer the property?" Feng Moyan has been too busy these days and is still paying attention to the situation here.
Yang Qianyu said: "Well, it's the courtyard house in the ancient town, which I told you."
"Done?"
"It's done, but I'm on the highway now and plan to go to the courtyard to have a look."
"you alone?"
"With my brother."
She said that my brother spoke very naturally and smoothly. Yang Zijun, who was playing with his mobile phone in the passenger seat, turned around and looked at her after hearing this and laughed.
"Okay, if you have anything to do, don't be brave and tell me immediately."
"Well, just be busy and don't worry about me."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Zijun became proud, "Sister, you finally admit that I am your brother, it's not easy!"
Yang Qianyu looked awkward and ignored him.
When we arrived at the courtyard house in the ancient town, sure enough, the old man, woman, and child were still living there.
But the woman is not here now, and only the old man is at home with his children.
It's a rare sunny day today. The old man has washed the sheets and is drying them.
Seeing them walking in, the old man asked curiously: "Who are you looking for?"
Yang Zijun got straight to the point: "I am Yang Guohua's son."
When the old man heard this, his expression changed, and he immediately turned around and walked to the back room, "I don't know Yang Guohua, you are in the wrong place."
Yang Zijun didn't stop him, but he just raised his tone: "My father has been arrested, our family is bankrupt, and we are still heavily in debt. If you are smart, take your children and leave here, and find a place where no one knows you.
Let’s start life again.”
The old man stopped walking.
Before he could look back, a young woman walked into the courtyard door and asked in surprise: "What did you say? Lao Yang was arrested? When did it happen?"
Yang Zijun turned around, stared at the woman, and recognized her as his father's mistress, the little boy's mother, and said sternly: "I have been under arrest for some time, the company has closed down, and my family has also gone bankrupt."
The woman's face changed and she murmured: "No wonder I can't be contacted... I thought he had a new love and wanted to abandon us three..."
Yang Qianyu looked at this woman. She was very young, in her early twenties at most, and her clothes were very fashionable.
Yang Guohua must have spent a lot of money to maintain such a mistress.
"Since you are here, come and sit in the house." The woman approached, her face was calm, and she passed them and entered the house.
Yang Qianyu's sister and brother followed in.
Outside the courtyard, on the narrow stone street, a Rolls-Royce with a foreign license plate parked slowly.
The luxury car stopped, the man in the passenger seat got out of the car and opened the rear door.
A handsome and elegant middle-aged man slowly came down and looked at the courtyard in front of him. After a while, he said: "This is here...it has been so many years that I can hardly remember it. Fortunately, the courtyard has not changed much."