Chapter 122 So is it her turn to inherit the billions of dollars?

Mr. Jing also asked the driver to take Shi Ling back to her current residence.

In the car, Shi Ling was in a bad mood.

Old Jing glanced at her and said, "Shi Ling, are you blaming me for not telling you about the adoption in advance?"

Shi Ling looked up at Old Jing with a sad face, "Grandpa Jing, you've lost money. You really don't have 100 million!"

Master Jing: “…”

He thought it was something else.

Old Jing said calmly, "It's okay. Grandpa is worth hundreds of billions, so he doesn't need that little bit. When you inherit Jingsheng Group in the future, that little bit of money will be nothing."

Shi Ling's eyes widened, their gaze clear enough to seem foolish. "Grandpa Jing, are you really planning on letting me inherit your estate?"

She also thought that the older generation like Mr. Jing would care more about blood relationship than Shi Yan and Mu Qin, so he kicked out his granddaughter Jing Huanhuan, whom he had raised for more than ten years, from the house.

The corner of Jing Lao's mouth twitched. This girl was really heartless. She mentioned "inheritance" now, without any fear of causing him to dislike her and withdraw his decision. But she didn't dislike him at all.

Old Master Jing sighed and said, "If it weren't for you, Yiyi and the real Huanhuan would still be dead, and that evil creature Bo Liang would have swallowed up half of my life's work. Now I'm alone, and even if I had unlimited wealth, it would be boring. It's better to give it to you, a girl. It's better than having this inheritance coveted by someone with ulterior motives."

Shi Ling listened and shed tears of emotion: "Grandpa, you are my dear grandpa! Don't worry, I will respect you well and take care of you until the end of your life! I will definitely make your boundless wealth and prosperity become enjoyable!"

Please, that’s boundless wealth, a fortune of hundreds of billions!

Is it finally her turn to be forced to inherit billions of dollars?

Mr. Jing, who was originally immersed in sadness: "..."

Shouldn't a normal person be reserved and refuse even if they want it? Shi Ling was almost shouting, "Give it to me, give it to me, give it all to me."

The sadness that had just been brewing in Mr. Jing was instantly broken by Shi Ling's "grand and filial" remarks.

But surprisingly, while he was angry and amused, he was in an unexpectedly good mood.

Yiyi used to have this kind of quirky, lively and cheerful personality.

Having seen the hidden hypocrisy of Bo Liang, he actually admired Shi Ling's sincerity and simplicity even more.

…

night.

Zhong Xian called Shi Ling to go to the police station to take a statement, and hinted that she should bring Zhou Jian's ghost with her.

After arriving at the Yuncheng Police Station, Shi Ling met two elderly men over 70 years old with white hair and a middle-aged woman in a white-collar dress.

The old men were all genuine rural people who made a living by digging in the fields. They were a little hunchbacked, their hands were full of calluses, and their faces were covered with age spots. They were obviously about the same age as Grandpa Jing, but they seemed to be 10 or 20 years older.

They had obviously been crying, their eyelids were swollen, and their cloudy old eyes were full of bloodshot.

Zhong Xian and another female police officer have been comforting the two elderly people.

Zhou Jian, who was following behind Shi Ling, suddenly burst into tears when he saw the two old people.

Who would have thought that we would not see each other again until thirty years later.

He thought back to when he was young and full of vigor, his parents were still healthy, and his sister was still young and youthful. But when they met again, it was thirty years later. His parents were already aging and very old, and even his sister had white hair.

He was trapped on that road for thirty years and never thought that one day he would be able to see his loved ones whom he missed so much.

"Dad, Mom."

Zhou Jian knelt in front of the two old men.

At the same time, his translucent figure appeared in front of everyone.

He used the appearance he had when he was alive, rather than the horrific appearance of death, for fear of scaring his parents and sister.

(End of this chapter)