Inside the door.

The hands of the clock pointed exactly to three o'clock.

Shi Jin picked up the documents in the room and went out.

His room is next to the study, not far away.

3:03 pm.

Shi Jin arrived at the door of the study.

There was a heated quarrel in the study. He stopped and vaguely recognized that the voice in the room seemed to be that of Lin's son.

Lin's son seemed to be very excited, his voice was high and his speech was very fast. Shi Jin could only vaguely hear a few vague words like "money, inheritance, illegitimate child".

3:10 p.m.

The door of the study was pushed open, and Cheng's son came out of the room with an angry face. When he saw Shi Jin, he snorted with disdain and left to the room on the left.

Shi Jin's gaze lingered briefly on Lin's son's right hand in his pocket. After a while, he pushed the door and entered the study.

In the study.

Seeing Shi Jin, Lin Fuhao rubbed his aching brows and sighed, "Lawyer Shi, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

Shi Jin sat down in the seat in front of him and put the document in his hand on the table: "Mr. Lin, this is the will document drafted according to your requirements, please take a look."

Mr. Lin sighed again.

He shook his head, his tired eyes sweeping across the documents on the desk: "...It's all because of money."

Shi Jin didn't say anything. Fuhao Lin rested for a while, then picked up the document and started reading.

The sound of turning pages could be heard in the study, and Mr. Lin was looking at the documents intently.

Shi Jin took this opportunity to look around the study.

The study is large, but not furnished much; the most eye-catching thing is the table where they are sitting now.

There was a golden-carved Pixiu on the table, and a jade-white bowl on the other side. There was half a glass of sugar water left in the bowl, which looked like Tremella soup.

There was a small incense burner on the corner of the table. A stick of incense was inserted in the middle of the copper-colored incense burner, and faint white smoke was floating around.

In addition, there is a mahogany wardrobe that is two meters high and one meter wide placed against the wall.

The reason why it is a wardrobe rather than a bookcase is that the surface of this mahogany cabinet is carved with patterns and a mirror is installed on the cabinet door, which is obviously not what a bookcase should have.

and......

A wisp of light blue fabric peeked out from between the double doors of the cabinet.

"Lawyer Shi."

As if he had noticed Shi Jin's gaze, Fuhao Lin put down the document and said, "Regarding this will, I want to revise some of the property distribution issues."

Shi Jin retracted his gaze and said, "Please go ahead."

Mr. Lin seemed a little hesitant, and moved his fingers holding the document a few times: "... these shares, help me donate half of them... no, donate all of them. In addition, these properties under my name..."

“Dongdong——”

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Lin Fuhao's words. Lin Fuhao frowned and said, "Come in."

Butler Chen walked into the study room with a glass of water: "Master, it's time for you to take your medicine."

Lin Fuhao took the water cup and pills from him and said, "Isn't it 3:30 in the past? It seems to be a little earlier today."

Butler Chen stood beside Rich Lin and watched him swallow the medicine. Hearing this, he smiled and explained, "Tomorrow is your 60th birthday, Master. There are still many procedures and matters that have not been arranged. I wanted to send you the medicine earlier so that I can continue to work."

Lin Fuhao handed the empty cup back to him, covered his chest and coughed, then slowly sighed: "Thank you for your hard work over the years."

Butler Chen let go of the hand that was helping him to calm down, and took the cup: "You are too polite, sir."

Shi Jin noticed that Butler Chen always used his left hand whether he was handing over medicine or helping Rich Man Lin to calm down.

Mr. Lin didn't say much else, just closed his eyes and waved his hand.

Butler Chen understood, nodded at Shi Jin, and walked out.

The huge study room fell into silence, and the only sound that could be heard was the slightly heavy breathing of Mr. Lin.

The turbid and hoarse exhalation sound is like a bellows, which makes the listener's cochlea feel dry.

Shi Jin was not an impatient person, but he couldn't help but frowned at the sound of this voice.

The incense in the censer was half burned.

Mr. Lin finally opened his eyes.

He covered his mouth and coughed twice: "Cough, cough... Lawyer Shi, you go back first. I need to think about the will... thing again."

"good."

When leaving the study, Shi Jin ran into Dr. Zhao, the Lin family's family doctor, at the door.

Doctor Zhao was wearing a white coat and carrying a medicine box. When he saw Shi Jin coming out of the study, he slightly moved aside to make way for him.

The two nodded.

When they passed each other, Shi Jin's eyebrows moved slightly.

Doctor Zhao...seems to have a special fragrance on his body.

He stopped.

There was a soft sound of the door closing behind me.

The heavy door blocked out any movement from inside the house, and not a single sound could be heard.

Shi Jin stood there for a moment and then returned to the room.

According to the script, the lawyers stayed in the room to rest from 3:30 to 5:30 in the afternoon.

Shi Jin sat in the room for a while and took out his notebook.

At half past five, Butler Chen came and knocked on the door, inviting everyone to go downstairs for dinner.

Shi Jin was the last to arrive.

Except for his wife, the rest of the Lin family were in the restaurant.

Lin Fuhao sat in the main seat, with Dr. Zhao, Cheng's son, and Yang Gege on his left. The three seats on the right were empty.

Seeing Shi Jin coming downstairs, Fuhao Lin asked him to sit in the first seat on the right.

"Tomorrow is my 60th birthday, so let's all sit down and have dinner together tonight." Lin Fuhao smiled and pointed out two people in particular: "Butler Chen, Wan Baojie, you guys sit down too."

Butler Chen then sat down on the right side of Shi Jin, and Wan Baojie, who was standing nearby, sat down on the last seat on the right side at the signal of Rich Man Lin.

The dining area is arranged exactly like the rooms.

The servants served the dishes quietly and orderly.

Mr. Lin greeted everyone to eat, and he seemed to be in a good mood: "Everyone, please feel free to ask if there is anything that does not suit your taste."

As if he was worried about not taking good care of Yang Ge who was sitting at the end, Lin Fuhao specifically told him: "Don't be polite, just ask for anything you need, just treat it as your own home."

Singer Yang looked at him with a strange look in his eyes: "Okay."

Then comes the quiet meal time.

While the appetizers were being removed and the main courses were being served, Cheng's son, who was sitting opposite Butler Chen, spoke up: "Dad, what do you think about what I mentioned to you this afternoon?"

"when--"

Everyone at the table looked sideways.

Wan Baojie fumbled to pick up the knife and fork from the ground and apologized hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Mr. Lin waved his hand, signaling the servant to replace her knife and fork: "It's okay."

The servant standing by handled the mess quickly.

Seeing that Lin Fuhao didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, Cheng's son frowned and called out again, "Dad!"

Without even raising his eyelids, Lin Fuhao simply said, "Eat first."

Cheng's son seemed a little unwilling, but he finally calmed down.

Mr. Lin was not in good health and left the table halfway through the dinner due to illness.

Doctor Zhao, who was in charge of Lin Fuhao's health, also followed him upstairs.

The rest of the people continued to eat quietly.

When the dessert was being served, a servant accidentally broke the plate.

Yang Ge, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "This afternoon, I heard the sound of glass breaking on the building across from me. I wonder if Lawyer Shi heard it."

"Yes." Shi Jin put down his knife and fork and added some information: "The time is about 4:30, and the location is upstairs from my room."

Cheng's son frowned: "That location is my mother's room."

Doctor Zhao, who had just come downstairs and sat down, turned to look at him: "You mean your wife? But isn't the master bedroom above the study?"

"She is not my mother." Cheng's son's face turned cold and his tone was very bad: "I only have one mother."

Shi Jin remembered the age on his wife’s ID card and understood.

Butler Chen had been preparing in the living room in the afternoon, and this was the first time he heard about this. He put down his knife and fork, a little surprised: "Madam's room?"

Butler Chen looked upstairs and stood up: "Dear guests, I'm sorry, I have to leave for a moment."

Butler Chen's back quickly disappeared on the stairs.

Yang Ge retracted his gaze and paused slightly when his eyes inadvertently passed by Wan Baojie.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Wan Baojie seems... a little nervous."

Wan Baojie let out a cry, seeming to come back to his senses from his trance.

Facing everyone's gaze, she licked her lips in a panic. She did not answer Yang Ge's words, but stood up and rubbed her hands on the apron in front of her body nervously: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that I still have to clean up."

Wan Baojie left in a hurry with a flustered look on his face.

The people at the dinner table looked at each other.

The last dessert had been cleared away. Before leaving, Cheng's son, who had not spoken since being scolded by Lin Fuhao, said casually, "Singer Yang looks a little familiar."

"I feel like I've seen your face somewhere before." He slowly wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and said in an unclear tone: "...Where?"

Singer Yang paused as he stood up.

He turned around and smiled at Cheng's son: "Master Cheng, you are joking. I am a singer. Although I am not famous, I still appear on some programs occasionally. I guess Master Cheng saw the program with me by chance."

The oily paper towel was thrown on the table, and Cheng's son smiled: "Really?"

"But it doesn't matter whether it is or not." He stood up, his eyes flickering across Yang Ge's face: "Some things can only be possessed by a legitimate reason."

"You said so?"

Singer Yang clenched his teeth and looked grim.

Shi Jin's gaze moved between the two of them, his brows twitching slightly.

He lowered his eyelids, and his mind automatically constructed a relationship diagram of the characters.

Shi Jin drew a line between Yang Ge Singer and Cheng's son, thought for a moment, and then connected Lin Fuhao and Yang Ge Singer with a red line.

He was the only one left at the table.

Shi Jin drank the last sip of water in the cup and stood up.

Before returning to his room, he took a detour to the study door.

There were two people standing at the door of the study.

Seeing Shi Jin coming, Cheng's son and Wan Baojie looked at each other. Wan Baojie left first, and Cheng's son came forward: "Lawyer Shi."

The author has something to say:

This recording will not last too long. It will mainly push the plot. By the way, Brother Ci will also come out to make a strong presence. Everyone is welcome to guess (maybe you don't need to guess hahahaha