Chapter 1510
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Ji Zuo's eyes reddened. "Bring the will over, let me have a look."
He really wanted to see how much Ji Yun had left for Ji Rong!
Uncle Rong made a call.
The old master's will was notarized some time ago, and it was personally delivered by his personal lawyer.
Ji Zuo took it and glanced at it. He was a little surprised and glanced at Ji Yun.
Not leaving a single cent for Ji Rong?
The lawyer declared the will effective immediately and looked at Ji Zuo and Ji You. "If Big Young Master and Second Young Master give up on the inheritance, all of it will go to Ji Rong."
Ji Zuo sneered. "It's a waste not to take it."
Ji You said, "Yes, I have the same idea."
He glanced at Ji Yun.
Regardless of whether it was his scheme or not, Ji Family's inheritance must not fall into Ji Rong's hands.
Uncle Rong was relieved after hearing that.
Old Master had specially added this sentence because he was afraid that Big Young Master and Second Young Master wouldn't be willing to inherit the inheritance.
As for Young Master Ji Rong, Old Master didn't mention a word about it. He was probably heartbroken.
Since he couldn't take care of his three sons, Old Master gave up on Young Master Ji Rong.
Uncle Rong didn't like Young Master Ji Rong either. He had always been thinking about Big Young Master and Second Young Master. Of course, he was more than happy to see the current situation.
…
The next day, the cremation. Ji You and Ji Zuo personally sent Ji Yun to the crematorium.
The two of them looked at each other silently and smoked in silence.
Ji Zuo didn't sleep at all last night. His eyes were still bloodshot as he stared at Ji Yun as he was sent in. The cigarette between his fingers fell to the ground and burned a hole in his trousers.
Ji You glanced at him. "Are you alright?"
Ji Zuo snapped out of his trance. "I'm fine."
No one said much, but everyone was reminded of their childhood!
It was so good back then!
Suddenly, one day, everything changed. In the end, it turned out to be this terrible.
An hour later, the ashes were brought out.
Ji You and Ji Zuo got into the black Lincoln Stretch Limousine.
The car drove all the way to the cemetery of the Ji family.
Ji You personally placed the urn in the grave.
Ji Zuo glanced at it and placed the photo that Ji Yun had clutched tightly in his hand on top of the urn. His voice was hoarse as he said, "You don't have to worry. I'll chase after my wife myself."
After saying that, he forcefully closed the grave.
Ji You was at the side, fixing the tombstone.
Ji You and Ji Zuo knelt there, kowtowed, offered incense, and offered sacrifices. The funeral ended simply. From beginning to end, other than the two brothers, only Uncle Rong accompanied them.
Within a day, it was done.
Uncle Rong looked at Ji You and Ji Zuo. He didn't know what the Young Master and Second Young Master planned to do in the future, but he didn't ask.
As for this funeral, although it was simple, he thought that Old Master would be very happy and content if the Young Master and Second Young Master sent him off personally.
…
Back at the Ji family, Ji Zuo returned to his bedroom.
When he entered the room, he saw many boxes of different sizes in the room and paused.
He looked around, there were numbers on them.
He opened the seventeen box, there was a car key inside.
It was a sports car that he used to like very much!
He opened the eighteen box, there was a laptop with the highest specs back then.
He opened the nineteen box, there was a bottle of limited edition perfume, it was his favorite brand.
He opened the twenty twenty box, there was a property certificate inside, it was a private villa in Nangang City.
He opened the twenty-one box, there was a suit.
Twenty-two years old …
Twenty-three years old …
Twenty-four years old …
Until he was twenty-seven years old, there was a list of betrothal gifts and a set of heirloom bride's jewelry.
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