Shangguan Tang came to his senses amidst bursts of sobs. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been hugged by Bei Xijue and entered the venue. Media reporters were not allowed to enter the venue, so the venue
It was relatively quiet inside. In the center of the huge memorial hall, a woman in black clothes and black trousers was kneeling on the ground, her head lowered, and half of her face covered with a handkerchief. The sobs came from her mouth.
Xiao Yue's hair was combed meticulously, and her lustful eyes were slightly restrained at this moment, but the light blue eye shadow that had not been wiped off made people feel ironic.
"Shangguanyun, why did you leave like that? What should I do if you leave me alone?..."
It seems that every funeral in the world is indispensable, and the words are all the same, but the tears can be divided into true feelings or fake ones. It is obvious that Xiao Yue's tears belong to the latter.
Bei Xijue felt that the body of the person in his arms was tense. His expression was a little serious. He looked down at her. Her eyes were looking straight in the direction of Xiao Yue. The fists hanging by her sides were clenched tightly. She leaned against her body.
The hand holding his body grabbed the hem of his suit, which made him feel a little warm. Did this woman still have him in her heart?
When the time came for the guests to bow, Xiao Yue was still kneeling there, and the guests present took turns to bow. Everyone who bowed said something to Xiao Yue, all of which were words of comfort.
Soon, it was Beixi Jue's turn.
"Don't be too sad, Mrs. Shangguan. I believe that Mr. Shangguan has knowledge and will be comforted."
Shangguan Tang snorted coldly, feeling that everyone in the world had the same face. How could she think this man was different in the first place?
Some guests left, and those who remained were the powerful officials of the Shangguan family and shareholders of their companies, as well as some related political and business celebrities. It was obvious that it was time to read out the legacy.
"I am Mr. Shangguan's lawyer and was entrusted by him to read his will."
The atmosphere at the scene became tense and strange. Xiao Yue's limp body suddenly sat upright and wiped away non-existent tears with a handkerchief.
"Lawyer Li, today is my husband's funeral. Can you read it another day?"
"I'm afraid that won't work. Mr. Shangguan's will says it will be read today."
Then, Shangguan Tang saw the triumphant smile on the corner of Xiao Yue's mouth, and remembered in her mind that before she was five years old, she was lying on the back of her young and handsome father, looking at the stars, while her mother was smiling more charmingly than the moon.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, everything is gone, everything is dead, dead...
"Mr. Shangguan Yun's will states that all his cash assets, real estate, stocks, bonds, etc. will be owned by his daughter Shangguan Tang."
As soon as the lawyer finished speaking, everyone present, except Bei Xijue and Shangguan Tang, began to whisper to each other. Some were anxious, some were gloating, and some were watching the show.
"However, until Shangguan Tang is found, these properties will be kept by his wife Xiao Yue until Shangguan Tang appears."
Whatever is ironic, this is irony.
"I don't believe Mr. Shangguan said that? He clearly knew that Shangguan Tang disappeared four years ago."
Soon, someone expressed their opinion.
"Mr. Xue, you also said that he is missing. Since he is just missing, the ghostwriter will show up one day."
Xiao Yue stood up, her aura was no longer the same as when she was kneeling down sadly just now, the calculation and pride in her eyes were aggressive.
"Since it is custody, there must be a time limit. Also, if Shangguantang unfortunately passes away, what should be done with the property?"