Chapter 182: There Will Be a Great Reward

After Zhang Yuru left, Li Xueying asked Zhang Tianhua in the ward: "How did she become our daughter? She isn't..."

Zhang Tianhua interrupted her, "Don't talk nonsense, she is our daughter."

Li Xueying rolled her eyes and muttered in a low voice, "It's fortunate that she divorced Lin Yu, otherwise I wouldn't even acknowledge this daughter, after all, she isn't..." Before she finished speaking, the ward fell into silence.

Over on Miao Street, Lin Yu was just returning with Xuanyuan Qing when he ran into Wang Sufen's family moving. A group of people gathered around to talk about Xuanyuan Qing's grandfather, Xuanyuan Hai.

"Your grandfather was a famous divine doctor, even Medical Immortal Xu Jianhua from the capital was his apprentice."

"That's right, your grandfather's apprentices and their apprentices are all over the medical world, all top-tier figures."

"Your father also had great medical skills!"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Qing was at a loss. In her memory, her parents were just ordinary people running a fruit shop, and she had never heard her father mention practicing medicine.

According to her father, Xuanyuan Qing's grandfather had passed away long ago. But now she learned that her grandfather had only truly disappeared after her parents passed away.

Although all this sounded like a scam, the penniless Xuanyuan Qing had nothing to be scammed of.

At this time, Lin Yu returned from the backyard and said to Xuanyuan Qing: "Let's go, we're going to the tax bureau to inherit the legacy your grandfather left you."

Xuanyuan Qing's heart tightened, worried that this was a scam, and asked tentatively: "Is the legacy a lot?"

Lin Yu kept smiling as he answered, and mentioned that there was also an apprenticeship in the afternoon.

Just as Xuanyuan Qing was feeling uneasy, Han Feifei brought Gu Yuanyuan and others back, and seeing the lively scene, immediately asked: "Why is it so lively, who came?"

When they saw Xuanyuan Qing, they excitedly gathered around, caring for her in every way. Faced with whether to believe all this, Xuanyuan Qing was caught in a dilemma.

All this seemed too unreal, but she couldn't deny the facts in front of her, especially someone like the big star Han Feifei, why would she lie to herself?

In the end, accompanied by Lin Yu and Han Feifei, Xuanyuan Qing got into the car heading to the tax bureau, still feeling like she was in a dream.

When Xuanyuan Qing followed Lin Yu and Han Feifei into the luxury commercial vehicle heading to the tax bureau, she was still in a trance. As a national-level female star, Han Feifei deliberately wore sunglasses and a mask, following the two of them in a low-key manner throughout the journey.

On the path in front of the tax hall, a couple dressed in exquisite clothes walked toward them.

The woman was complaining: "I told you to buy a second-hand imported car, but you insisted on a new one, just the tariff cost an extra twenty thousand."

The man beside her apologized with a smile: "Original imported quality is different, domestic joint ventures always feel like knock-offs."

Seeing that the other party was about to bump into Xuanyuan Qing, Lin Yu reached out in time to separate them: "Please watch where you're going." Unexpectedly, the man suddenly attacked: "Is the tax bureau opened by your family? Why should I care how I walk?"

Before the words were finished, he suddenly grabbed Xuanyuan Qing's wrist: "Yo, isn't this the nightclub princess?"

Lü Xiaowan beside her immediately leaned over and mocked: "Really bad luck, actually running into dirty things here."

Xuanyuan Qing hurriedly hid behind Lin Yu, her body unable to stop trembling.

At this time, Xiao Yang noticed Lin Yu and deliberately raised his voice: "Brother, do you know that this woman used to take private jobs at bars? Even her public security record says... ah!"

Lin Yu suddenly tapped two acupuncture points on Xuanyuan Qing's back, and the girl who was originally having an emotional breakdown instantly calmed down. "I am very interested in these past events, but we have business to attend to now." Lin Yu said while protecting Xuanyuan Qing by his side, "How about you two wait for a moment?"

"We don't have time." Xiao Yang was about to refuse, but was interrupted by Lin Yu: "There will be a great reward." Lü Xiaowan sneered upon hearing this: "A mere few tens of thousands won't buy us."

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If what you all say is true, turning over a few million shouldn't be hard to raise." After speaking, he walked straight into the tax hall with Xuanyuan Qing, leaving Han Feifei hidden behind the pillar to peek.

Lü Xiaowan looked at their backs and spat: "Back then she pretended to be pure and clean, now she's willing to be a canary."

Xiao Yang pulled her sleeve and urged: "Why bother with this broken business? Are we going to inspect the supercars that just arrived at the port?"

"What's the rush?" A flash of brilliance passed through Lü Xiaowan's eyes, "Young Master Zheng is vacationing in Huacheng." This remark made Xiao Yang instantly excited: "Really? Contact him quickly!"

In front of the tax bureau counter, Xuanyuan Qing stared blankly at the half-foot-high documents.

Wang Suya pushed her gold-rimmed glasses and explained one by one: "The century-old mansion in Xishanju, the land deed of Daoxuan Courtyard in Dongchang City, the property rights of forty alleys in Jingxi." It was her first time dealing with such a complex inheritance case in ten years of practice.

"Excuse me." Xuanyuan Qing's fingertips trembled slightly, "How much tax do I need to pay?"

This question made Wang Suya smile: "Old Mr. Xuanyuan has already set up a tax prepayment trust fund, you just need to sign to confirm." As she spoke, she pointed to the electronic signature pad.

When she heard "three billion in liquid assets," Xuanyuan Qing vaguely remembered her childhood; her grandfather always wore a washed-out long gown when seeing patients, and the consultation fee was often mountain goods sent by farmers.

She suddenly understood why those old mansions all hung bronze plaques saying "Cultural Relics Protection Unit."

The signature pen hung in mid-air, and the young girl suddenly smiled lightly. Even if this was a scam, so what? At least at this moment, she truly touched the temperature of her grandfather spanning the century.

When Wang Suya handed over the gold-plated key, she noticed the girl holding the copy of the will close to her heart.

Outside the glass curtain wall, three black commercial vehicles were slowly parking into the parking spaces.

Wang Suya pushed the gold-plated key in front of Xuanyuan Qing: "The land deed for Courtyard No. 2 of Qingshan Manor was transferred to your name by the old man five years ago."

Xuanyuan Qing's fingertips trembled, and the crystal chandelier refracted fragments of light in her pupils: "Is that the detached manor in the richest area by the river?"

She remembered the scene at the auction last week where a real estate tycoon bid nine hundred million to compete for Courtyard No. 7.

Amidst the smell of disinfectant, Lin Yu supported the staggering Xuanyuan Qing: "The old man transferred his overseas assets to you back then just to guard against those jackals."

Wang Suya stood up after verifying the last document: "Tax declaration is complete, you can move in at any time." The sound of high heels hitting the marble floor faded away.

When Xuanyuan Qing turned around, she bumped into Lin Yu's warm sandalwood scent, the back of her hand gripping his sleeve bulging with veins: "Does this key... really belong to me?"

Zhang Yuru stopped abruptly, seeing the two embracing through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Jiang Wenfeng played with the Porsche key and leaned closer: "Do you need me to teach that cripple a lesson?"

"No need." Zhang Yuru's fingers with CL red-bottom nail polish dug into her palms, "As long as he can return to the Zhang family, these flirtations..." Before the words were finished, Xuanyuan Qing's suppressed sobbing pierced through the glass.

Han Feifei pressed her sunglasses, and the phone camera accurately framed Zhang Yuru's pale face. When Zheng Xuecheng brought three bodyguards to surround Xuanyuan Qing, she quickly pressed the emergency call button.

"Bitch, do you still remember the bet at Daming Lake?" Zheng Xuecheng loosened his Hermès tie, and Lü Xiaonan handed over the debt agreement that had been prepared long ago. Before the words were finished, the platinum cufflink that Xuanyuan Qing slapped away traced a cold light in the air. ===== CHAPTER 183 =====