The old man went to the study on the second floor and had soone call for Wen Wan.
Wen Wan entered the study and handed the gift she brought over to the old man.
The old man didn’t imdiately open the box. Instead, he gazed at the old box, lost in thought for a mont. He usually enjoyed tea tasting and calligraphy, and occasionally, he would dabble in antiques.
This ancient painting had caught his attention last year. Due to its extravagant price, he had no intention of purchasing it, so the matter was set aside.
Upon first glance at the old box, the old man had already guessed what was inside it.
He sighed with a sense of lancholy, "How quickly a few years pass... things remain but people change..."
There was an implied aning in his words, and Wen Wan could hear it. She smiled and said, "Dad, the past is gone. Look at now, I’m living well on my own, am I not?"
"I know you’re doing well," the old man sighed again, "but I also know that you can’t let go."
Wen Wan’s smile turned sowhat bitter, but she did not respond.
Perhaps it was because those involved are too close to see clearly. She had always thought she had moved on, yet the people around her kept telling her that she hadn’t, that she couldn’t let go.
The two were silent for a while, not saying anything more.
Only when the old man turned to take out a kraft paper bag from the safe under the bookcase, did he break the silence: "Inside here is my will, which has been notarized by a lawyer. I’m giving it to you now to keep safe."
The old man handed the kraft paper bag to Wen Wan, but she did not take it. Carefully, she pushed the bag back, "I’m no longer a part of the Shi Family. Logically speaking, I shouldn’t be the one to keep sothing this important."
"If I tell you to keep it, then keep it." The old man firmly placed the will into her hands and instructed, "When I close my eyes for the last ti, you bring out this will."
The old man paused before continuing, "My remaining estate is about eight hundred million, and I’ve divided this wealth into five portions. One for Yaonan, one for you, one each for Xiao Yu and Little i, and the last one as a dowry for Keke."
Everyone received a share, except for Shi Yaoguang.
In fact, when Wen Wan and Shi Yaoguang divorced, the old man had declared that Shi Yaoguang wouldn’t receive a penny of his inheritance upon his death.
Wen Wan thought those were just words spoken in anger at the ti. She didn’t expect them to be taken seriously.
Her hand tightened around the will. Wen Wan wanted to speak, but the old man didn’t give her the chance: "Don’t say anything, no one is going to change my decision. Now that I’ve handed over the will, when I’m gone, you must properly distribute my estate."
Wen Wan’s eyes moistened, her heart filled with mixed emotions, an unpleasant taste to swallow.
Ultimately, she nodded in agreent to taking care of the old man’s will.
Just at that mont, the door was suddenly knocked upon, followed by a sharp female voice: "Dad, are you in there? I was looking for you downstairs earlier and couldn’t find you. The servants said you had gone upstairs, so I ca up to see if you were here."
Recognizing who it was, Wen Wan quickly opened her handbag, put the will inside, and secured it. Then, she nodded at the old man.
Understanding her, the old man turned and walked back to sit in his chair at the desk, straightening his back, then spoke in a steady voice: "Co in."
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