Shortly after Meng Wanhua died in her past life, He Qiaozi came to say the same thing.
But at that time, He Rongchang didn’t accompany her, and the Meng Family members weren’t around.
Back then, Meng Chuyue didn’t hesitate to retort, "Auntie, you’ve come to me because you think the will Uncle He wrote before he died... the one that leaves the noodle shop to my mother has disappeared, right?
I’m sorry, but I’ve kept that will very safe, and if you don’t believe me, I can report this to the authorities first, and then submit the will for professional verification. By then, not only will you fail to swindle the noodle shop, but you’ll also be charged with fraud."
With her deception exposed, He Qiaozi immediately lost face and left.
In this life, He Qiaozi’s argument hadn’t changed, but Meng Chuyue didn’t want to handle the situation as she did in her previous life.
She pretended to be incredulous and said, "How could this be? But, can your will withstand verification by a professional institution? It isn’t a fake, is it?"
Seeing Meng Chuyue react this way, He Qiaozi was overjoyed.
Meng Chuyue’s words indicated that she knew nothing about the will He Weiguo wrote three years ago.
It made sense; after Meng Wanhua took over the noodle shop three years ago, it was likely she discarded that now-meaningless will. Even if she hadn’t, such a small piece of paper kept rural origins would be hard for Meng Chuyue, newly arrived, to notice.
So, her own plan... had succeeded.
He Qiaozi suppressed her laughter and nodded emphatically, "Of course, we can have it verified by the relevant department at any time."
The will she held was genuine, personally penned by He Weiguo four years ago.
At that time, he truly intended to leave the Chaoyangxia Road noodle shop to He Chen, and Meng Wanhua had agreed.
However, less than six months after writing that will, he was diagnosed with gastric cancer, and Meng Wanhua had spent a lot of money on his treatment. Before he died, he amended the will to leave the noodle shop to Meng Wanhua as compensation.
He Weiguo had informed He Qiaoqing and He Rongchang in advance about the amendment of the will, and they had agreed. After all, Meng Wanhua had spent enough money on He Weiguo to buy two shops like that one.
He Qiaozi wouldn’t have resorted to this desperate strategy if she hadn’t been truly unable to raise the money for her grandson’s surgery.
Meng Chuyue was silent for a while, then acting very bewildered, she asked Meng Yinhua, "Uncle, what do you think about this?"
Meng Yinhua frowned slightly, "If the will is genuine, then naturally, the noodle shop should go to them."
The other Meng Family members were astonished, "..."
So the noodle shop was lost just like that?
With the fortune nearly in their hands vanishing, Meng Jinhua was seething with rage and strode towards He Qiaozi, loudly clamoring, "Everyone, come and help snatch the will, as long as we destroy this will, the noodle shop will be ours."
Once the Meng Family members realized what was happening, except for Meng Yinhua who tried to stop them, the others crowded around He Qiaozi.
He Qiaozi and He Rongchang were stunned by their shamelessness, too dumbfounded even to dodge.
Just when the will was about to fall into Meng Jinhua’s hands, Meng Chuyue, quick as lightning, snatched it away and tucked it into He Rongchang’s hand, then opened the door to push him out and shut it behind him.
Her actions were smooth as flowing water, impressively deft.
Yet no one praised her.
Aside from Meng Yinhua, everyone in the room looked at her as if she were a fool: Why was Meng Chuyue acting so foolishly?
If she had managed to get hold of the will, why not destroy it instead of returning it to He Rongchang?
Even if she didn’t want to give the noodle shop to them, why make it easy for He Rongchang?
Couldn’t she have just kept it?
The more Meng Jinhua and the others thought about it, the angrier they got. Releasing He Qiaozi, who was equally shocked, they all turned to foul-mouthedly berate Meng Chuyue.
"Meng Chuyue, you fool, has your brain been kicked by a donkey?"
"Meng Chuyue, you scoundrel, don’t you realize they’re here to steal your inheritance?"
"Meng Chuyue, you’re such an idiot..."