Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 268 - 46: The Will That Brings Opportunity (Part 4)

During the journey to the Cremation site with the hospital’s vehicle, Xiao Xian placed the pot of Daffodils to one side, and afterwards, she specifically requested the funeral home staff to give her a handful of Mr. Bai’s ashes, which she scattered beside the Daffodil flowers.

"May I ask if you are Mr. Bai’s neighbors? Zhu Xiao, Zhuo Feng, and Feng Xing, the three of you?" As they stepped out of the funeral home, a man dressed in a thick cotton-padded jacket was waiting outside.

"Mr. Bai must be referring to the elderly Bai Juyi. Yes, we are his neighbors. May I know who you are?" Feng Xing shook hands with the man and then glanced at the domestic Hongqi sedan behind him.

"Please get in the car first, it’s regarding Mr. Bai’s posthumous affairs," the man skillfully opened the car door, and although Zhuo Feng and her husband were considering their next move, Xiao Xian had already climbed into the car, smiling at the man in the thick jacket. Zhuo Feng had no choice but to nudge her husband and follow her into the car.

The car took the three of them to an old office building in the city center. Climbing up the narrow staircase in the building, after ascending two floors, they saw an office with its door wide open.

Upon entering the office, the first thing that caught Xiao Xian’s attention was the layout. It was an office, so there should be desks, chairs, and potted plants. More exquisite ones might even have lucky charms for wealth and prosperity. All these items were present in the modestly sized office, yet all were quite uncommon.

Bamboo woven wicker chairs and tables, with a pen holder on the table filled with bamboo feather brushes, and a pot of plants containing a clump of luxurious purple bamboo. A full room of bamboo felt quite chilly in the deep winter, but luckily, the person presiding over this office was an elderly man with a warm smile.

"Hello, please take a seat. We’ll wait a few more minutes for everyone to arrive before we discuss matters," the old man offered tea, which Xiao Xian accepted and examined. She inquired, "Is this white tea from Fujian?" This time she genuinely discerned its quality, as the tea differed from what she drank in Miao Village. Compared to the tea cultivated at Yezi’s house, it was broader in leaf and thicker, but as for the aroma, Xiao Xian couldn’t tell anymore.

"Good eyesight. Despite your young age, you have keen eyes. No wonder Bai Lao Si entrusted his entire estate to you," the old man looked younger than Zhu Shijun and Bai Juyi prior to falling ill, with a plump face and a flat garlic-shaped nose. When he spoke, there was a weighty nasal tone in his voice.

However, based on the appearance of the tea and the office’s decorations, one could tell that this person, who called Mr. Bai Juyi "Bai Lao Si," was a person of culture.

"Why are they here?" A young man with a haughty air burst in. Upon seeing him, the trio recognized him as Bai Juyi’s nephew. Confronted by this scoundrel, Zhuo Feng couldn’t contain her anger and stood up with her pretty face flushed in annoyance. She blamed a large part of the old man’s death on his nephew.

If it weren’t for him barging into the old man’s room, deceiving and assaulting him, the old man’s condition wouldn’t have worsened. This shameless person even removed all the valuable potted plants from the old man’s home, selling them on the streets like common cabbages, this sort of person deserved to be bundled up limb and thrown into the Cremation site to burn to ash.

"We should be the ones asking you that. How dare you come here? The likes of you should get run over by cars when you go out, get hit on the head by flower pots when you walk, and get choked to death when you eat. No, even that would be letting you off easy. In my view, when your mother gave birth to you, she should have just drowned you in the toilet," Zhuo Feng got heated and railed at him nonstop.

"You damn old hag, I haven’t even settled the score with you from last time. Don’t think I don’t know you stealthily moved away several of my uncle’s flowers. I warn you, those things are mine. If you piss me off, I’ll report you to the police for theft," Bai Juyi’s nephew accused Zhuo Feng in retaliation.

"Stop arguing, and listen to me read out Bai Lao Si’s will first. If you want to quarrel or curse, do it outside. You’re giving me a headache with all this noise. The young people nowadays really have fiery temperaments," the old man pulled out a sheet of paper with a few lines of brush writing on it, and the end of the paper even had a thumbprint.

"A will? Why do you need to read the will to these people? I am his own nephew, and my uncle has always adored me since I was a child," the man shamelessly asserted, making Zhuo Feng really want to find a needle and sew his mouth shut.

"This will is conditional. The first beneficiary is you, Mr. Zhao Ah Mao. The second beneficiary is her, Ms. Zhu Xiaoxian. If the first beneficiary renounces his right to the inheritance, the rights automatically transfer to the second beneficiary. Considering that Ms. Zhu Xiaoxian is not yet eighteen years old, that’s why I’ve called her guardians as well," the old man shook the piece of paper, making those few lines of text all the more enticing.

"Hurry up and read, you old geezer. Why distinguish between the first and second beneficiary? I won’t give a penny to this stray girl who came out of nowhere," Zhao Ah Mao grunted.

"Mr. Bai Lao Si’s legacy includes the 70-square meter apartment, unit 302 on the third floor of building A in Jianye District on East Fuxing Road. Also included are all the potted plants and gardening tools in his home, comprising two small welcoming pine trees, one Cyclamen plant, two Lion’s Roar plants... one pair of scissors, fifteen packs of seeds..."

"Enough, enough, just tell me how much the house is worth?" Bai Juyi’s nephew impatiently interrupted the old man, eager to dismiss the trivial matters.

"According to current market value, the house is worth about 500,000," the old man estimated a figure, "but you won’t get a single penny from it."

"What?" Zhao Ah Mao jumped to his feet.

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