Chapter 84: Sheng Yukai Causes the Old Man's Death

The old man ultimately could not hold on, collapsing limply to the floor.

"Grandpa, Grandpa! Grandpa, are you alright?" Sheng Yukai tremblingly placed his hand under the old man's nose: Damn it, he wasn't breathing!

He instinctively wanted to run, but after pulling the door open, he realized something was wrong; if he ran now, it would be a huge mistake. If the bodyguards discovered the old man had stopped breathing tomorrow, Sheng Hanyu would definitely not let him off lightly.

No, he could not give others a handle to use against him.

And he certainly could not watch the Sheng Family fall into Sheng Hanyu's hands. What had he been racking his brains for all these years?

He absolutely could not fall short at this final hurdle!

Sheng Yukai hurriedly closed the door and locked it, then pressed his ear against the door to listen for movement outside.

It was quiet outside, with no movement at all; everyone should be fast asleep at this hour.

Thank goodness, Sheng Yukai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead!

He then went to the window to pull the curtains shut and continued to rummage messily through the desk.

Folders were thrown all over the floor. This time, he didn't have to worry about being discovered tomorrow morning; he no longer had to fear the old thing... The old man lay on the floor, already breathless, yet his eyes were still wide open!

With a guilty conscience, he kept feeling like the old man was staring at him.

So he piled the cushions and throw pillows from the sofa, along with the files scattered on the floor, onto the old man's face to cover him up.

He went through every single file on the desk, yet he did not find what he was looking for. Sheng Yukai's heart began to pound; he was worried that the old thing had already finished the will and handed it to Zhang for safekeeping.

"Impossible, he couldn't have acted that fast..."

Sheng Yukai would not give up. He didn't even have time to wipe the cold sweat constantly erupting on his forehead, letting it drip onto the desk and the floor.

With bloodshot eyes, he frantically rummaged everywhere...

The cabinets were opened, and the old man's collection of books was thrown everywhere!

The drawers were all pulled out and dumped onto the floor. He knelt on the floor, clawing through everything—Sheng Yukai froze!

His hands trembled as he picked up a thin sheet of paper, ecstatic: the paper in his hand was exactly the old man's draft of his will, and it even bore his personal seal.

Just as he had anticipated, the old man had only drafted the will and hadn't yet had the chance to hand it to the lawyer for safekeeping.

There wasn't much content on it. Sheng Yukai scanned it quickly, his expression changing with the text. By the time he finished reading, the fury in his heart was already burning so intensely his face began to twist.

"Old thing, you deserve to die!"

He stepped forward and kicked the old man hard twice. Any lingering regret he had felt just moments ago was now completely gone.

He was glad he had come at just the right time; otherwise, once this will was made public, the Sheng Family would truly have nothing to do with him.

The old man had broken down and redistributed the existing company shares, with fifty percent of the family assets going to Sheng Hanyu.

Five percent was given to the couple Sheng Jiang and Wang Yingzhi, fifteen percent to Sheng Haibai and Bai Xue, and the remaining thirty percent was all given to Sheng Zerong.

As for the money from the main company, he wouldn't get a single cent!

Furthermore, the position of Chairman was to be handed to Sheng Hanyu, while the Northwest region was assigned to him; aside from the initial capital investment, he would basically be left to fend for himself.

Sheng Yukai grabbed the will and was about to tear it—but stopped at the very last moment.

He couldn't tear it; this thing was still useful.

He took a few deep breaths, struggling to calm himself down, then took out a fresh sheet of white paper, pressed it over the original, and began to trace it bit by bit...

Aside from swapping the names of Sheng Hanyu and Sheng Yukai, he left everything else basically unchanged.

Upon completing this "major project," Sheng Yukai realized his entire body was soaked through with sweat.

He stamped the newly written "will" with the old man's personal seal, folded it neatly, and put it in his pocket. Sheng Yukai took out a lighter and, with a sinister grin, set fire to the documents on the floor!

"Fire!"

"Quick, put out the fire..."

"Hurry, the Study is on fire, hurry and put it out!"

The raging flames lit up nearly half the sky, and everyone in the mansion was startled awake.

Wang Yingzhi didn't even put on her Spring Shoes; she ran outside barefoot in a panic: "Why is there a fire? Why is there a fire?"

When she reached the main entrance, she saw her husband hadn't followed her out, but was instead running upstairs!

"Husband!"

She was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. Running upstairs instead of outside at a time like this—wasn't that just courting death?

"Husband, come down quickly! The servants are already putting out the fire, you don't need to go, come down quickly..." Wang Yingzhi stamped her feet in anxiety.

But Sheng Jiang acted as if he couldn't hear her, kicking open the old man's door with a "bang" and rushing inside.

The couple from the second branch also ran downstairs in a panic.

Sheng Yukai and Sheng Zerong emerged from their rooms almost simultaneously, but both rushed upstairs without the slightest hesitation!

"A Kai."

"Ze Rong—"

"Why are you two going up there? Are these children stupid..." Bai Xue also stamped her feet in anxiety. She had always looked down on Wang Yingzhi, but now her anxious feelings were exactly the same as hers.

"Call the police, call the fire department quickly!"

Sheng Hai remained relatively calm, directing the servants to call the fire department and taking the fire hose from the utility room to connect it to the fire hydrant!

The rest of the people used basins or buckets, passing water bucket by bucket to pour onto the floor above!

"Ring—"

Sheng Hanyu received a call from Sheng Zerong, immediately grabbed his coat, and loudly ordered the butler to prepare the car, speeding toward the mansion like a lightning bolt.

Along the way, the driver was going so fast the wheels felt like they were about to fly off, yet Sheng Hanyu still felt it was too slow.

"Drive faster, faster!"

"Eldest Young Master, we are already at the limit; we cannot go any faster."

Sheng Hanyu's heart rose to his throat, and his ominous premonition grew stronger, but he dared not call his third brother to ask, fearing he would hear the news he least wanted to hear.

When Sheng Hanyu rushed to the mansion, the fire at the mansion had already been extinguished.

The spacious courtyard was packed full; fire engines and firefighters occupied almost half the yard, and the rest were all members of the Sheng Family.

"What happened? How did it catch fire? Is anyone hurt?"

Sheng Hanyu got out of the car, examining and identifying them one by one.

These were people he was usually very familiar with, but now, because of the fire, their faces were covered in soot, and without looking carefully, it was impossible to tell who was who.

He was most worried about his grandfather, and the person he most wanted to see was also his grandfather.

Yet it was Wang Yingzhi who rushed up first: "My son, you've finally returned... everyone else's sons are here, only you weren't..."

Sheng Hanyu interrupted her: "Where are the others? Is Grandfather alright?"

Wang Yingzhi pointed toward the southeast corner of the courtyard: "Go quickly and see your father; your father was injured while saving Grandfather..."

His father was injured saving Grandfather; Sheng Hanyu felt slightly relieved, thinking that since his father was injured, Grandfather should be fine.

He left Wang Yingzhi behind and walked toward the southeast corner, where many people were gathered, and in the middle of the crowd, it seemed someone was lying on a door panel—the heart Sheng Hanyu had just let down rose back to his throat!

"Big Brother."

Sheng Zerong ran toward him; his face was so dirty his features were unrecognizable, his hair was scorched in several places by the fire, and there was a large gash on his arm that was still bleeding.

"Big Brother, don't go over there yet, I have something to tell you."

Sheng Zerong blocked his path, saying he had something to say, yet he hesitated.

"Where is Grandfather?" Sheng Hanyu's gaze was like a torch, staring fixedly at Sheng Zerong without blinking.

Sheng Zerong dodged his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, his lips moving, but in the end, he still said nothing.

"What happened to Grandfather? Sheng Zerong, don't joke with me, don't make me hear anything else, do you understand?"