Chapter 607: It Is I Who Come Late

The Shen family’s old mansion was not in the urban area, but in a quiet, ancient manor situated in the suburb.

Today was not an important day for the Shen family.

The old Mr. Shen had already stopped taking charge of things since many years ago. But this time, he suddenly asked all family members to come back. As for the reason why, it was that he would declare the will of the late Mr. Shen.

The will should have been declared when the late Mr. Shen died. Indeed, it had been declared. But there had been something wrong with the will. Three days ago, a lawyer had visited the Shen family for this matter. Therefore, the Shen family had to look into the will again.

In the hall, antique furnishing showed the brilliance of the last century. The aroma of rosewood lingered in the nose, the entire hall looked dignified.

Shen Donglai and his wife had brought their son and daughter here early, accompanied by the Shen family’s consultant lawyer who had worked with them for many years.

Shen Donglai sat on the sofa as he looked solemnly at the lawyer, Mr. Chen, opposite him, “If she starts a lawsuit, what is our chance of winning the case?”

Standing aside, Shen Tianlang looked at the doorway as if he was waiting for something. When he heard his father’s abrupt words, he frowned. Has his father not given up even at this moment?

Mr. Chen looked at Shen Donglai, thought for a while and said, “This will depend on whether that Miss Xia has the original version of the will or make an issue with her background.”

Shen Donglai nodded. He looked uneasy.

Next to them, Shen Weiwei was leaning casually on the sofa and playing with her cell phone. She suddenly raised her head and sneered, “We must investigate where on earth this bastard comes from! She must only be a cheater who wants to swindle the Shen family of our assets.”

“Weiwei!” Shen Tianlang glared at Shen Weiwei unhappily.

Seeing her elder brother glaring at her again, Shen Weiwei grew unhappy instantly, “Brother, you have to understand what that woman wants to do. She wants to take a part of our Shen family’s assets, among which you have a share Have you been bewitched by that woman? You are always thinking of wronging your own family.”

Seeing her daughter getting irritated, Gao Lihua frowned, “Weiwei, mind your words.”

Shen Weiwei looked at Gao Lihua and said, “Mom, it is not I who want to criticize my elder brother. But my elder brother is too abnormal. We are his family. Look what he has done!”

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Gao Lihua frowned. She looked at her son as she blamed him on the inside. But her son had always been upright. Sometimes she was proud of him. Other times she felt upset.

While the family talked unhappily, a few people came in from the door.

Shen Tianlang looked towards them at once. After he saw clearly who they were, his eyes instantly darkened. They were not the people he expected to meet.

“Brother, Sister-in-law.” Shen Weiran walked inside as she took off her leather gloves and called to Shen Donglai and Gao Lihua.

Song Bocheng accompanied her. He also came here today. After all, he had not divorced Shen Weiran yet. So when the old Mr. Shen called them, he had to come as his son-in-law.

“Brother-in-law, Sister-in-law.” There was a sense of alienation in his voice.

Shen Donglai nodded at Song Bocheng and Shen Weiran, while Gao Lihua stood up to say to the couple, “You guys sit down.” Then she called to the servants inside, “Bring tea.”

Shen Weiwei looked behind them but did not see Song Chenfeng. Feeling a bit disappointed, she could not help but say to Song Bocheng, “Uncle, did Brother Chenfeng come?”

Song Bocheng nodded, “He is wandering outside.”

“Really? Then I’ll look for Brother Chenfeng.” Shen Weiwei held her cell phone and immediately ran out.

Seeing her daughter being disgraceful, Gao Lihua looked embarrassed. But other people seemed to ignore it.

Song Bocheng and Shen Weiran sat down without a word. The couple sat separately at the two ends of the sofa, their extremely worsened relationship obvious.

The entire hall was silent, the atmosphere being unspeakably weird and stifling.

All of a sudden, the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground came from the doorway. It was accompanied by the sound of several footsteps. All people fixed their eyes on the doorway.

A woman in an apricot nylon coat first walked in as she said with pleasure, “Everyone is here. It seems that I’m late.”