Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Only then did Song Jiaren come to a realization. She let him into the room and poured a cup of water. She said, âJiang Cang is sick and is still in a coma. You need to wait for a while. Iâll contact you when heâs better.â
âMs, Song, Iâm not here for Mr. Jiang Cang, Iâm here for you. I will read the will to you,â Xiao Lin explained.
Song Jiaren didnât understand what he meant.
Xiao Lin took out the document from his bag and handed it to Song Jiaren. âMs. Song, look at this and you will understand.â
This document contained all of Jiang Linanâs assets. After flipping through two pages, Song Jiaren became more and more shocked. She didnât expect that although Jiang Linan was so humble in front of Old Master Jiang, he was so powerful that his personal assets alone were comparable to half of the
Jiang family. In addition to the shares he held in the Jiang family, his wealth was second only to the Jiang family.
The last letter was opened by Song Jiaren.
âMiss Song, I should be gone by the time you read this letter. Iâm going to look for my wife. Without her, I canât live anymore. I was still alive after all these years because I wanted to avenge her.
âIt doesnât matter if you think Iâm useless or weak. The only thing Iâm worried about in this world is Jiang Cang. This son was an orphan he was born. As his father, I have never taken care of him. Even his name was casually given by a servant. I hope you can help me take care of him. When he tums
eighteen, half of my inheritance will be under your name.
Finally, I hope you wonât tell him about this. Since I canât take care of him, itâs good that he hates me. â
After reading the letter in silence, Song Jiaren finally understood why Jiang Linan had said such heartless words to Jiang Cang that day. However, she didnât agree with his actions. She knew that even though he had never cared about Jiang Cang, Jiang Cang didnât hate his father.
âMs. Song, if youâve made your decision, please sign this document. When Mr. Jiang Cang turns 18, you can inherit half of Mr. Jiang Linanâs inheritance.â
âI donât want these inheritances. Just put them all under Jiang Cangâs name.â Song Jiaren pushed the contract back. It wasnât that she didnât care about the money, but that the money should belong to Jiang Cang.
âHowever, I will raise Jiang Cang, so you donât have to worry about this.â Seeing Xiao Lin hesitate, Song Jiaren added.
âTm sorry, Ms. Song, but we donât have the right to change Mr. Jiang Linanâs will. If you insist, you can transfer it to Mr. Jiang Cang when heâs eighteen,â Xiao Lin said again.
Song Jiaren thought for a while and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so she signed this astronomical agreement.
After sending the lawyer off, it was already past ten oâclock. Song Jiaren called the hotel to send some light food over. Then, she walked into the room and touched Jiang Cangâs forchead to make sure it wasnât too hot before she felt relieved.
Jiang Cang only woke up in the afternoon. He still didnât cry or make a fuss. If he hadnât had a high fever, Song Jiaren would have mistakenly thought that he wasnât sad.
âsister, is the Jiang family gone?â These were the first words Jiang Cang said when he woke up.
These words contained a deep sense of unease. Although he wasnât happy in the Jiang family, he knew that the Jiang family was his only support.
Song Jiaren hugged him and said, âThe Jiang family is gone. In the future, my home will be your home. The Song family will be your home.â
Jiang Chang hugged her waist tightly.
Song Jiaren let him drink the porridge that she had kept in the thermos. She only let him get off the bed when she saw that he was feeling much better.
She took out her phone. The news of the Jiang familyâs accident had spread all over Jiang City. All the news was reporting on the evil deeds of the Jiang family over the years. In an instant, everyone knew that the Jiang family was finished.