Other antiquities, calligraphy and paintings, real estate, and shops pale in comparison—they’re re trifles.
These trifles will be evenly distributed among all descendants of the Leng family, and to this point, no one voiced any objections.
Until the lawyer began reading the portion about the Leng Group’s shares and deliberately paused midway.
The entire room collectively held their breath.
Gao Yuyue instinctively glanced at the Leng family descendants and caught sight of a tall figure.
Compared to his usual flamboyance, Leng Yunyang, dressed in solemn black attire, exuded an uncharacteristic deanor of seriousness. His sharp brows were furrowed, his handso face impassive—completely unlike the mischievous troublemaker she rembered from their youth.
At this mont, Gao Yuyue couldn’t help but feel a surge of anxiety on his behalf.
The Leng family’s disputes had always been brutal.
If he were to lose, his ruthless grandmother and third uncle would certainly show no rcy.
In the past, he often teased her relentlessly, and she should have resented him, yet Gao Yuyue found herself inexplicably worried for him.
After all, they had grown up together. Although constantly at odds, there was still an underlying bond between them, however faint.
The young girl standing beside Leng Yunyang nervously gripped his hand, her palm damp with sweat.
Leng Yunyang gently patted his sister’s hand to calm her.
"Fifty-two percent of the Leng Group’s shares under Mr. Leng’s na," the lawyer announced, "will be inherited by Mr. Leng Hao, with no interference by any other party."
This declaration surprised hardly anyone.
After all, Leng Hao was the youngest son and had always been the family’s favorite.
Leng Hao shot a triumphant glance at Leng Yunyang. *Kid, you’re still too green to compete with .*
Mrs. Leng’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Thank you for your efforts, lawyer."
Gradually, the crowd began to sense that sothing was amiss.
While the distribution of assets to the other descendants seed fair overall, the bizarre exception was that Old Sir Leng had left nothing—absolutely nothing—for Leng Yunyang.
He was, after all, the eldest grandson and a legitimate heir. Moreover, there had been rumors that Old Sir Leng was quite fond of this particular grandson. How could it be possible that he left him no inheritance at all?
All eyes turned to the young man in the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of anger, resentnt, or pain on his face. Yet, they found none.
He remained eerily calm—a deanor so unusual for this occasion, it felt unsettling.
The boy curved the corners of his lips into a smile and stepped forward from the crowd. "Mrs. Liu, being from a family of lawyers, would you kindly educate the younger generation on the legal liabilities involved in forging a will?"
Mrs. Leng’s murky eyes flashed with a sharp glint as she shot a cold glare toward the young man.
Leng Hao panicked for a split second but quickly regained composure, sneering, "Yunyang, I know you’re upset, but there’s no other choice. You’ll just have to learn to swallow reality."
Leng Yunyang ignored Leng Hao and instead looked toward Helian Yu.
The crowd gasped collectively before turning their attention to Mrs. Liu.
The Helian family was a prominent dynasty in Jingzhou, renowned for producing generations of lawyers—a veritable titan of the legal profession. In Jingzhou’s elite circles, the Helian family wielded enormous influence and maintained cooperative relationships with major families. Their extensive network made them indispensable; throughout Jingzhou and even the entire Hua Country, the Helian family’s reputation was utterly illustrious.
It turned out that Mrs. Liu was a mber of the esteed Helian family of Jingzhou.
Being unmasked so publicly did not perturb Helian Yu in the slightest. She raised her brow and glanced toward the young man.
Their gazes locked briefly midair before Helian Yu calmly spoke. "Forging a will results in the forfeiture of all inheritance rights. Furthermore, depending on the severity, one will face corresponding legal consequences."
"Thank you for your guidance, Mrs. Liu," Leng Yunyang replied with courteous gratitude.
"Leng Yunyang, what exactly are you implying?" Leng Hao demanded.
"On the contrary, I should be asking what my third uncle and grandmother intend," Leng Yunyang countered. "You forged Grandfather’s will, subverted his wishes, and condemned him to unrest in the grave. Your actions are despicable."
The young man’s tone was sharp and relentless, refusing to back down even an inch.
The guests burst into an uproar—how typical of the Leng family drama, ripping each other apart right here in the mourning hall.
"You... Do you have any evidence to prove I forged the will? Otherwise, I’ll sue you for defamation!" Leng Hao retaliated, unabashed.
Leng Yunyang smirked and called out, "Lawyer Zhou, it’s your ti to shine."
A besuited lawyer entered, accompanied by two police officers. The crowd instantly recognized him as Zhou Minglang—an esteed partner of Qingzhou’s largest law firm, Minglang Law Firm—and a prominent figure in the legal world.
Zhou Minglang addressed the assembly. "Three years ago, Mr. Leng Xu entrusted Minglang Law Firm with the drafting of his will. The contents of the will have undergone notarization and possess full legal validity. According to Mr. Leng Xu’s wishes during his lifeti, this will is to be publicly read during his funeral service."
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