Chen Yuqin was intimidated by Tan Zhengchu's aura. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
Seeing this, Su Zhijian hurried forward and said in a serious tone: "Enough! The old man just left and you are making a fuss here. What's the matter? Finish the funeral first, and talk about other things later!"
There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of respect for Mr. Su.
Chen Yuqin gritted her teeth and finally said nothing more. She just looked at Su Yingxue coldly.
Chen Yuqin felt both angry and helpless.
Although she was full of hostility towards Su Yingxue, her love for Su Zhijian never changed.
"Zhijian, I'm doing this for our future." She said silently in her heart, "As long as we hand over the Su family and the Su Corporation to Yingqing, our family can live together happily."
She glanced at Su Zhijian, and a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes.
"No matter what, I'll stay with you," she murmured softly, with a hint of determination in her voice.
Su Yingxue and Tan Zhengchu brought the children into the mourning hall. The air was filled with the faint smell of incense and candles.
The portrait of Mr. Su was hung in the center, with a kind smile, as if he was still watching them.
Su Yingxue walked to the portrait, slowly knelt down, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Grandpa, I'm here to see you." Her voice was choked with sobs, and memories came flooding back like a tide, "You have loved me since I was a child and taught me how to be a good person, but I haven't had the chance to repay you yet..."
Her tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground, splashing small water.
Tan Zhengchu stood behind her, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted her silently.
Seven children also walked forward, holding white flowers in their hands, each with red eyes.
Xiao Qi placed the flowers in front of the portrait, tears streaming down her face, "Grandpa, I miss you so much..."
Xiao Qi looked at the photo of Grandpa Su, tears welling up in his eyes: "Grandpa, why didn't you wait for Xiao Qi? Xiao Qi still wants to hear your story..."
Liu Bao came over and gently hugged Xiao Qi's shoulders: "Xiao Qi, don't cry. Great Grandpa will be watching over us in heaven, and he won't be sick again."
Dabao also whispered, "When we went to see my great-grandfather a few days ago, he was still talking to us with a smile. But...but his body is full of tubes, it must be very painful..."
The children's voices were filled with reluctance and heartache, and the atmosphere in the mourning hall became even heavier.
Su Yingxue felt sad when she heard what the children said.
She knew that Grandpa Su loved these children the most when he was alive, and the children also had deep feelings for him.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I will take good care of the children and let them grow up healthy and happy." She said silently in her heart.
Tan Zhengchu gently held her hand and whispered, "Yingxue, don't be too sad. Grandpa must hope that we are all well."
Su Yingxue nodded, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her eyes firm and calm.
Tan Zhengchu patted Xiao Qi's shoulder gently and whispered, "Xiao Qi, go and say goodbye to Grandpa Tai. Thank him for taking care of you over the years."
Xiao Qi nodded, walked to the portrait of Grandpa Su, and said in a childish but sincere voice: "Grandpa, thank you for taking care of me all the time.
Mom, Xiaoqi will miss you..."
Tan Zhengchu and Su Yingxue stood side by side in front of the portrait and bowed deeply to express their respect and grief for Mr. Su.
Su Yingxue's tears welled up again, and her voice choked: "Grandpa, have a safe journey..."
Tan Zhengchu gently held her hand, his tone gentle but firm: "Yingxue, don't be too sad. Your health is important, and Grandpa definitely doesn't want to see you like this."
Su Yingxue nodded, trying to control her emotions: "I know... I just feel bad."
After the funeral, Su Yingxue decided not to let the children go to the cemetery with her.
"The children are still young, so it's not suitable for them to go to a cemetery," she said to Mrs. Tan. "Please take them home first."
Mrs. Tan nodded, held the hands of Xiaoqi, Liubao and Dabao, and comforted them softly: "Be good, go home with grandma, mom and dad will be back soon."
The cemetery seems particularly deserted on rainy days, and the air is filled with the smell of damp earth.
Su Yingxue was wearing a black dress with a white chrysanthemum pinned to her chest, looking both pretty and sad.
She stood in front of Mr. Su's grave, staring at the name on the tombstone, feeling a surge of sadness in her heart.
Just then, a black car slowly drove into the cemetery.
The car door opened, and Su Yingqing, wearing a black fur coat and high heels, slowly got out of the car.
Behind her followed a man in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase and looking serious.
Su Yingxue frowned when she saw Su Yingqing: "Why did you come just now? Don't you care about grandpa's funeral?"
Su Yingqing sneered and said in a haughty tone: "I just came from the Su's board of directors. There were too many things to do, so I was delayed for a while."
When Su Zhijian heard Su Yingqing's words, his face instantly turned ugly: "Board of directors? Why are you attending the board of directors? The old man clearly asked me to be the heir before, how come it suddenly became you?"
There was obvious doubt and dissatisfaction in his voice.
Su Yingqing glanced at Su Zhijian with disdain: "It is clearly written in the will that I am the heir of the Su family. As for you, you have been dismissed."
Su Zhijian's expression changed slightly, and he asked coldly: "Will? How could the old man suddenly change his will? Did you do something?"
Su Yingxue was also confused when she heard this: "Su Yingqing, what did you do? How did grandpa's will become like this?"
Su Yingqing sneered, his tone sarcastic: "What qualifications do you have to question me? The old man has seen through you a long time ago, so he handed Su's to me."
Su Zhijian's face became even gloomier: "Su Yingqing, don't forget that you are not a child of the Su family at all! How could the old man hand over the Su family to you?"
Su Yingqing's eyes turned cold, and her tone was sharp: "Whether it is the Su family's child or not is not up to you to decide. It is written in black and white in the will, and it is useless for you to refuse to accept it."
Su Yingxue listened to the conversation between the two and felt shocked and angry.
"Su Yingqing, what did you do to grandpa? How could he suddenly change his will?" There was a slight tremor in her voice.
Su Yingqing sneered and did not answer. She turned around and said to the man behind her: "Lawyer, show them the will."
The man in the suit opened his briefcase, took out a document and handed it to Su Zhijian.
Su Zhijian took the document, glanced through it quickly, and his expression became increasingly ugly.
"This is impossible! How could the old man hand over the Su family to you? This will must be fake!"
Su Yingqing looked at him coldly: "Whether it is true or not is not up to you to decide. The lawyer is here, if you are not satisfied, you can take legal action."
There was a hint of provocation in her tone, and it was obvious that she was prepared.
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