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Chapter 356 Autopsy

Now, the only direct descendant of the Ming family, Old Master Ming, is so ill that he can no longer speak a complete sentence and is completely unable to take charge.

Ming Xiangyang's uncle took half a step forward, exuding the imposing aura unique to soldiers, his voice deep and authoritative: "Let's see who dares to lay a finger on him today!"

He held a high position in the military, and as soon as his imposing aura spread, Old Madam Ming's face turned pale, and she subconsciously shrank back, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

She forced herself to remain calm and said in a trembling voice, "I suspect that Xiangyang's death was not an accident; there must be a reason behind it."

Ming Xiangyang's uncle naturally knew the cause of his nephew's death—he was in an accident while assisting in the rescue of Professor Li abroad, and because the matter involved a wide range of people, it had never been made public.

"There is no conspiracy involved." His tone was icy and ruthless. "Furthermore, no one is allowed to make a scene at his funeral, or else don't blame me for being impolite."

Ming Qihui gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "Then I want to see what kind of will my elder brother left behind."

Madam Ming immediately chimed in, "Yes! Bring the will!"

Ming Xiangyang's uncle turned to Uncle Hu and instructed, "Show it to them."

Uncle Hu gave Mingcheng a wink, and Mingcheng immediately understood, turning around and quickly leaving the mourning hall.

A moment later, he returned with a sealed document bag in his hand.

Inside the file folder, besides a will, there was a thick stack of documents.

Mingcheng spread out the items and said solemnly, "These are the property transfer documents below, and this one on top is the will, which was personally drawn up by Master."

He slowly read out the contents of his will: "I, Ming Xiangyang, have no biological heirs, but two godchildren, Lu Boyi and Lu Boxi."

"If I unfortunately pass away prematurely, all my movable property, immovable property and estate shall be bequeathed to my godsons Lu Boyi and Lu Boxi."

"If the two children are minors, their assets and properties shall be managed by their mother, Shen Li. Date of will: June 18, 1984."

Upon hearing this, Shen Li could no longer contain her emotions, and her legs went weak. Fortunately, Lu Sheng, who was standing next to her, caught her.

He actually made a will so early.

"I don't believe it..." Ming Qihui's face was ashen. He snatched the will, staring at the handwriting, growing angrier with each reading.

He ripped the will to shreds and screamed hysterically, "Now that's it, there's no will!"

Uncle Hu remained calm and said in a composed tone, "Second Young Master, what you tore up was just a copy. The original has already been filed with a lawyer and has full legal effect."

"What?" Ming Qihui's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Madam Ming was trembling with rage. Pointing at Ming Xiangyang's uncle, she demanded, "You just stood by and watched Xiangyang give all the family property to outsiders?"

Ming Xiangyang's uncle glanced at Shen Li beside him and softened his tone: "I have no objection. He can give his things to whomever he wants."

Seeing this, Madam Ming knew that arguing further was useless, so she could only stomp her feet and angrily turn around and leave the mourning hall, not even bothering to attend the funeral.

After she left, Ming Xiangyang's uncle slowly walked up to Shen Li.

Faced with this dignified elder, Shen Li felt nothing but guilt and couldn't utter a single word. She could only lower her head and clench the hem of her clothes tightly with her fingertips.

"You're Shen Li?" he asked, his tone less sharp and more complex.

"Mmm," Shen Li responded softly, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"I've always been curious why my nephew, who's an expert in traditional Chinese medicine, would choose to study chemistry instead of medicine." He paused, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. "Later, I slowly came to understand..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but seemed to want to say more.

Shen Li's heart skipped a beat. At that moment, she finally understood the real reason why Ming Xiangyang had chosen chemistry.

He was exceptionally intelligent and could excel at anything he chose, but such an outstanding person left this world prematurely because of his own actions.

Her lips trembled as she stammered an apology: "I...I'm sorry, I...I..."

Ming Xiangyang's uncle interrupted her, his voice tinged with a sigh: "You haven't wronged anyone. He chose this path himself."

These words were like a straw, completely breaking Shen Li's tense emotions. She covered her face and cried, her whole body trembling.

Seeing her grief-stricken appearance, Lu Sheng felt a pang of heartache. He gently reached out and supported her arm, feeling her body tremble as he touched her palm. His own heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, aching and sore.

He hated his own despicable nature, and even more so, he hated that he could only watch helplessly as she suffered.

But that body can no longer lie down; its bodily functions will only deteriorate.

However, Lili will come to see this in the long run, so he had no choice but to resort to this last resort.

That night, during the vigil, Shen Li stayed at the Ming family's residence without leaving for a moment.

She looked at the documents Uncle Hu handed her, her voice still choked with emotion: "Uncle Hu, he made this will back in June..."

Uncle Hu nodded, his eyes full of regret: "Yes, at that time, the young master was having a big fight with the old mansion. He was uneasy and afraid that something might happen to him, so he made all the arrangements in advance."

Shen Li looked down at the copy of the will in her hand, her fingertips tracing the words on it. Only then did she notice that there was a vintage ring in the document bag.

Seeing this, Mingcheng quickly said, "President Shen, you must keep this ring safe. The young master's assets abroad all require this ring as proof; without it, not a single penny can be touched."

Shen Li clutched the cold ring tightly, and the image of Ming Xiangyang's final moments involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

His words, "If we could live again, would you choose me?" echoed in my ears, and tears instantly blurred my vision.

Mingcheng gently comforted him from the side, "President Shen, no matter where the young master is, he wouldn't want to see you so sad."

Shen Li did not go home; he stayed by the coffin and did not sleep all night.

She kept thinking: He had no biological descendants in his life, and he must be very lonely lying alone in the cold coffin... The thought of this made her heart ache.

Lu Sheng stood not far away, watching her lonely figure. Several times he wanted to rush up and tell her the truth, but in the end he held back.

He was afraid—afraid that his honesty would cause her to break down even more, and even more afraid of shattering the last vestiges of peace.

The next day, Shen Li saw that the coffin had already been sealed.

I can't see him anymore.

Shen Li turned to look at Uncle Hu: "Why did you seal the coffin so quickly?"

Uncle Hu quickly explained, "Mr. Shen, it's freezing cold now, and the body shouldn't be stored for too long. We're also worried about the young master getting cold."

Shen Li was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay."