Xiao Yang was stunned. Why did he suddenly ask about this?
A few seconds later, he suddenly realized that Director Yan must have known that his second uncle was a fortune-teller, so he wanted to test his beliefs.
After thinking about it, he quickly stood up straight, puffed out his chest, raised his chin, and looked straight ahead. His posture was very standard as he saluted.
“I don’t believe it! Ever since the founding of the country, it has been strictly forbidden to spread any feudal superstitious ideas!”
Yan Zhengwei gave a secretive smile. “Alright, you can leave now.”
After the office door closed again, Yan Zhengwei looked down at the documents in his hands.
It was none other than the brief summary of the procedures for collecting the estate on behalf of Su Ye from the estate notary office.
Yan Zhengwei saw that the property of this inheritance was confidential. The testator, Su Chenzhuo, should have only informed that person of the existence of this inheritance, and not Su Ye, who was only 19 years old.
Moreover, in the eyes of others, there was nothing wrong with the information.
However, Yan Zhengwei knew that that person had died an unnatural death back then and did not have the opportunity to leave behind any of the necessary procedures for collecting the inheritance, such as a power of attorney.
There was only one possibility for the current Su Ye to know the existence of the secret inheritance and be able to imitate that person’s handwriting to the extent that even professional equipment could not detect it.
She was that person!
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At 7 PM, Rong Qishan booked a private room at the Royal Club and was waiting for Zhai Siqiao to arrive.
It was probably because of the traffic jam on the way but it was already the agreed time, but Zhai Siqiao did not appear.
Rong Qishan was not idle either. He calculated the cost of hiring an expert for Zhai Siqiao recently and decided to have a good talk with him when Zhai Siqiao arrived.
Rong Ruo had done so much for the Zhai family.
Another ten minutes passed. The waiter came in to refill the tea, but Zhai Siqiao still did not appear.
Rong Qishan felt uneasy. He gave Zhai Siqiao a call, but no one picked up.
He then made another call, but the result was the same.
He gradually became anxious. He lit a cigarette, stood by the window, and dialed Hu Xiuli’s number. He asked her to contact Xiao Jinlan to ask what was going on.
He hung up the phone and paced back and forth in the private room.
He was about to finish a cigarette when Hu Xiuli called him back.
Seeing that there was finally news, Rong Qishan happily picked up the phone.
Before he could speak, Hu Xiuli’s anxious voice came from the other end.
“Hubby! Something bad has happened! Zhai Siqiao… fainted again!”
“What?” Rong Qishan paused. “Didn’t Professor Feng prescribe the medicine? Did he not take the medicine on time?”
Hu Xiuli sighed. “What bad luck. The phone call was a mess. She hung up without saying anything. Judging from Jinlan’s tone, she sounded unhappy. She said that he had convulsions after fainting this time. It’s even worse than before.”
How could this be?!
Rong Qishan was so anxious that he collapsed on the sofa. He could not hear what Hu Xiuli said after that…
At this moment, the Zhai family was in a mess, just as Hu Xiuli had said.
The family’s private doctor could only give Zhai Siqiao a simple treatment.
Xiao Jinlan looked at her husband, who was convulsing non-stop. He could not be moved at will, and she could not ask the driver to send him to the hospital.
At this moment, the door was pushed open.
Xiao Jinlan turned around abruptly. It was not the doctor, but her son who had rushed back. In his hand was the first-aid medicine that Su Ye had given him earlier…