Pei Jingzhan naturally left the matter of the inheritance to Li Qiao.

Xunyue Group has the top legal team in China, so they are the only ones capable of handling this matter.

Li Qiao watched Pei Jingzhan busy with this and that for Yan Qiao, but she couldn't see any progress in his pursuit of Yan Qiao.

Li Qiao: [Third Master, you should take the initiative.]

JZ: [What initiative?]

Li Qiao: [To pursue a girl!]

The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuchs are.

Li Qiao pondered for a moment, then spat out a curse: He's not a eunuch!

Pei Jingzhan was silent for a moment, then replied to Li Qiao: 【No need to pursue her.】

Li Qiao: [Why?]

JZ: [Because she wanted to be my sugar daddy.]

Li Qiao spat out a mouthful of water onto her phone screen, looked at the words on it, and made sure she wasn't seeing things.

"As expected of Yan Qiao..." he murmured.

On second thought, this won't do!

If Pei Jingzhan were to be kept by a sugar daddy, he would lose all control.

After a moment's consideration, Li Qiao replied: "Third Master, how much does Yan Qiao pay you to be her sugar daddy?"

JZ: [What price do you think is appropriate?]

Li Qiao: [Then it definitely can't be too low.]

JZ: [Heh.]

Li Qiao: [It's hard to say. If it's too low, you'll lose out; if it's too high, she'll lose out.]

JZ: [What did she lose out on?]

Li Qiao clicked her tongue, secretly cursing the old man for being shameless.

Li Qiao: [You're almost thirty; you've lost your youthful looks, all you have left to look at is your face.]

The more he thought about it, the more he felt sorry for Yan Qiao, and his fingers flew across the keyboard of his phone.

Li Qiao: [Using your looks to please someone is unwise; beauty fades and so does love. No matter how beautiful you are, wrinkles will appear soon enough, and Miss Yan Qiao will definitely get tired of you quickly. If the price is too high, she'll feel it's not worth it!]

Li Qiao was filled with indignation. By the time he came to his senses, the long message had already been sent.

He slapped his forehead hard. Oh no! He'd gotten too cocky!

Li Qiao: [You retracted a message.]

Li Qiao: [You retracted a message.]

Pei Jingzhan did not reply immediately and remained silent for a long time.

The longer Li Qiao waited, the more anxious she became.

JZ: [Smiling face] The weather in Kinshasa has been nice lately.

Li Qiao: 【[Your subject acknowledges his guilt]】

Li Qiao: [Committed suicide by cutting his throat]

He sent two emojis begging for mercy. He had already thought of a hundred ways to be executed, but he just didn't want to be exiled to Congo to mine.

With this determination, Li Qiao put all his effort into handling Yan Qiao's matter well, hoping to make amends for his past mistakes.

He couldn't help but feel remorse and slapped his own mouth.

Next time, you shouldn't say what's on your mind.

Li Qiao's efforts directly accelerated the progress of the matter concerning Old Master Yan's estate.

Yan Shu's confrontation with the Qi family in court was like a bombshell, shattering the calm surface of the water.

It turns out that this legacy really does exist.

It turns out that the heirs to the estate are Yan Shu and the child in her womb.

It turns out that the inheritance was embezzled by Qi Shengwen's family!

There was so much information, each piece more explosive than the last, that it brought a whole bunch of lurkers to the surface.

The most peaceful people were none other than Yan Qiao's family.

Yan Qiao received her retirement pension, but this inheritance was essentially none of her business and was not something she needed to care about.

For Yan Shu and Shi Yuehua, who had seen all kinds of money, this sum was just icing on the cake.

Yan Shu had already decided that once she got the items back, she would let Yan Qiao and Song Jing, the siblings, divide them up.

The same incident caused quite a stir in the Yan family.

Enraged, Chen Lan smashed her phone.

"Didn't you say that my name was written on it?"

Yan Qiao silently produced the original suicide note, which was tantamount to sending her from heaven to hell.

A large sum of money thus ended up in someone else's pocket.

Yan Yaoyao sat there, her face ashen, looking utterly lost.

A sudden thought struck him, and he remembered the last time Yuan Mengchun met Yan Qiao.

She gritted her teeth, her face contorting in a grimace.

"It was Grandma! It must have been Grandma who gave the original will to Yan Qiao!"

Chen Lan suddenly looked at Yan Yaohui and angrily questioned, "Do you know what your mother did?"

Yan Yaohui lowered his head slightly, his face grim.

"I just guessed it too."

Chen Lan sneered, "You're her own son, and she won't even help you. She's clearly senile!"

Yan Yaohui closed his eyes, but he didn't think so.

Perhaps Yuan Mengchun was too clear-headed, which is why he did such a thing.

"There's no way to change this now, so you should stop thinking about the money."

Yan Yaohui quickly came to his senses, but it was Chen Lan and Yan Yaoyao who suffered, having made so many boastful claims.

Flattery may be late, but ridicule in the wives' circle will never come.

And here comes the phone call.

"Mrs. Yan, have you seen the news? Didn't you say the other day that your husband left you a large inheritance?"

"Mrs. Yan, the duck that was almost in your hand has flown away. When are you going to pay me back the money you owe me?"

"Mrs. Yan, this is hilarious! How could you even get the name on your will wrong?"

Chen Lan received several such calls in a row, so she simply pulled out the SIM card, her head throbbing with anger.

Yan Yaoyao brought her a cup of black tea and said hesitantly, "Mom, don't be angry..."

Chen Lan was furious and splashed the cup of tea on her face.

Fortunately, the tea wasn't scalding hot.

"Not angry? You're telling me not to be angry! Yan Yaoyao, if you hadn't said it had my name on it, would I have been so eager to spread the word? I've lost all face, and you're fully responsible for that! Was I a traitor in my past life? Is this life your punishment for me!"

Yan Yaoyao shook off the bloated tea leaves from her body, her hatred swelling to its extreme.

She had been comparing herself to Yan Qiao for so long, and from head to toe, she couldn't compare to Yan Qiao in any way.

She is clearly the daughter of the Yan family, so why is she being trampled underfoot by Yan Qiao?

"I'm going to ask Grandma why she did this to me!"

Chen Lan's voice was shrill: "What the hell are you asking! If you hadn't sent her to a place like that, would she be this angry?"

Yuan Mengchun must have been extremely disappointed in Yan Yaoyao to give the original copy of the suicide note to Yan Qiao.

They had no room to maneuver and were caught off guard by Yan Qiao's attack.

The mother and daughter were at an impasse when they suddenly heard someone come in: "Madam, Mrs. Shen and the second young master have arrived."

Chen Lan sneered, "She really is opportunistic. This matter has only been going on for a short time, and she's already rushing over to question us!"

Yan Yaoyao bit her lip tightly, "Mom, what should we do?"

Chen Lan forcefully brushed her hand away, glaring at her with sharp eyes, then glanced at Yan Yaohui.

"I don't care about the trouble you caused, or the trouble your mother caused! You can clean it up however you want. The Yan family is already a joke, so I don't care about adding another one."

She stomped upstairs in her high heels.

Yan Yaohui looked dejected. "Let them in."

There's no reason not to let people in now that we're at the door.

"dad……"

Yan Yaohui advised, "You're all grown up now. Since you caused this mess, you have to solve it yourself. Yaoyao, when Yan Qiao was in the Yan family, she never caused as much trouble as you have."