Upon hearing this, Lin Jiaorui was furious and glared at Lin Qingtong.
"Don't talk nonsense, Second Brother. You must live well until our child is born."
Lin Qingtong scoffed and said, "Since you don't have that idea, don't come here to provoke me. Be careful, or I might expose everything you've done."
"Anyway, I'm all alone now, so what am I afraid of?"
In that instant, Lin Jiaorui's chest heaved with anger. She did indeed have something on Lin Qingtong, and she couldn't resist.
So she said through gritted teeth, "You just wait, you won't be laughing anymore in a minute."
"Don't think you've gotten a lot of good stuff from Shen Tinghe, because you'll have to give it all back later."
"After all, these belong to the Shen family, so they have the right to take them back."
Lin Qingtong glanced at the black and white altar in front of her and said in a low voice.
"I actually have a question for you. Shen Tinghe's body has not yet been found after he was in danger abroad, yet you are already holding his memorial service."
What does this mean?
Lin Jiaorui looked at Master Shen next to her. Actually, she also had some doubts in her heart. Shen Tinghe's remains had not yet been found, but Master Shen was so eager to hold a memorial service.
Are you so confident that Shen Tinghe is definitely dead?
Lin Qingtong's gaze also fell on Master Shen, and she curled her red lips into a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.
"How about we have Second Master Shen explain it?"
Master Shen, dressed in a black suit, looked solemn and dignified, and slowly uttered a sentence.
"Respect for the deceased is paramount. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for Miss Lin to be dressed so festively?"
His cold, sharp eyes darkened, and although his tone was calm, it carried a sense of oppression.
This is probably the oppressive feeling of being in a superior position.
Lin Qingtong casually shrugged and raised an eyebrow, asking in return, "But none of you informed me that I was attending a memorial service today."
"Even at a memorial service, I can dress up in such a festive way and show my best self to Tinghe. If he likes it, is that not allowed?"
Lin Jiaorui laughed sarcastically, "Sister, you've probably gone mad after hearing about Master Shen's death. He's already dead, what does he know about liking or disliking?"
"Could it be that he appeared in your dream to advise you to be sensible and return everything you took from the Shen family, and get out of here as soon as possible?"
She raised her chin slightly, her face full of smugness.
Lin Qingtong used to bully and crush me because she had Shen Tinghe as her backer. Today, I will pay her back!
Master Shen coughed twice and called out to Lin Jiaorui.
"Jiaorui".
He only called out once, and Lin Jiaorui wisely shut up, standing beside him without saying another word.
As Master Shen slowly approached, a look of utter grief appeared on his refined and scholarly face.
“I know you were also having a hard time accepting Shen Tinghe’s accident, which is why you did this. I understand your feelings very well, but today is his memorial service.”
"I only hope that as his woman, you can let him pass away peacefully and allow all his relatives and friends to see him off one last time."
After he finished speaking, he took a stick of incense, put his hands together in prayer, and then placed it in the incense burner.
Smoke billowed and rose in wisps, seemingly blurring everything around them.
Those who came to pay their respects fell silent, refraining from making any inappropriate noises.
Lin Qingtong looked at the scene before her, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears. If Shen Tinghe had not escaped this calamity, all of this would probably have come true by now.
She lowered her eyes, the corners of them tinged with a light red, and her red lips pressed tightly together, saying nothing more.
This scene caught Lin Jiaorui's eye, and she curled her lips into a cold smile. Even if Lin Qingtong had never believed it, she still had to accept this fact.
After Master Shen finished lighting the incense, Lin Jiaorui casually remarked.
“Since you love Ninth Master so much, why don’t you kneel down and burn paper money in front of his memorial hall to show your deep affection?”
"Someone, prepare a cushion for Miss Lin."
Lin Qingtong glanced at Lin Jiaorui indifferently and retaliated without holding back.
"Actually, if we're talking about kneeling, everyone in the Shen family should kneel down. After all, Shen Tinghe is the heir of the Shen family and has made countless contributions to the family. It's only natural for everyone to kneel down and pay their respects."
After she finished speaking, a cold smile appeared on her lips.
Since the other party wants to trick me, I might as well join in.
Before she could finish speaking, Lin Jiaorui retorted, her face turning ashen: "I'm pregnant."
Lin Qingtong smiled faintly and replied, "Then you don't need to kneel. Why don't the other members of the Shen family kneel down? Prepare more prayer mats."
Now, the other members of the Shen family present looked at Lin Jiaorui with resentment.
She had a good relationship with everyone, so she didn't need to kneel down, but she ended up making everyone else kneel down.
Seeing this, Second Master Shen spoke up with a serious expression to remind him.
"Alright, this isn't the old society anymore. Miss Lin, you don't need to kneel down, and neither do we members of the Shen family."
"Since so many people have come today, I have something I want to announce."
As he said this, his gaze fell on Lin Qingtong's face, and he suddenly gave a fake smile.
"First, I am here on behalf of Shen Tinghe to take over the overseas assets. In order to maintain harmony within the Shen family, I hope everyone will support me."
"Secondly, Shen Tinghe has already held a memorial service. Although his remains were not found, I found his clothes to use as burial attire to comfort his spirit in heaven."
"Third, I hope that those who obtained wages through improper means will return them in a timely manner, and I don't need to name them one by one."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Lin Qingtong, his eyes filled with icy coldness.
As soon as Master Shen finished speaking, a number of burly men dressed in black slowly approached and surrounded Lin Qingtong, preventing her from escaping.
Lin Qingtong stood in the center of these people, her bright red dress making her stand out beautifully, and a faint smile appeared on her red lips.
"Actually, I have something to tell everyone today. That's a message that Shen Tinghe left me before he went abroad. If something happens to him, all his assets will be transferred to my name."
Upon hearing this, Second Master Shen, who was standing nearby, suddenly raised his voice and questioned him.
"How could that be? Don't talk nonsense. Where did you get this will from?"
He looked somewhat flustered, realizing he hadn't expected Shen Tinghe to leave a will and therefore hadn't bothered to investigate.
If there really is a will, then this matter will become somewhat complicated.
Lin Qingtong smiled faintly, took out a piece of paper from the **, which was stamped with an official seal and had Shen Tinghe's signature, and handed it to Second Master Shen.
"If you don't believe me, you can take the will to verify it. I'm sure Shen Tinghe has made thorough preparations."
Master Shen's face turned extremely ugly. He snatched the will, tore it to shreds, threw it into the air, and spoke in a sinister tone.
"Impossible, this is a fake."
Lin Qingtong's expression remained unchanged; she simply took out another card and handed it directly to him.
"Second Master, don't worry about tearing it. I've made many copies here. If you get tired of tearing, there are also electronic versions."
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