1298: C1298 He Passed away

C1298 He Passed away

After the birthday party ended, Xue Xue'er brought the children home.

She handed the two little ones to Ouyang Qing'an and yawned. She stretched and then took the drawings that Wang Nan had just sent back into the design room.

This blueprint was the disassembled version of the princess dress.

The request that Wang Nan sent back indicated that although the design of this skirt was indeed pretty, it would be a little troublesome to manufacture it.

At least the sleeves and skirt had to be manually made and could not be made by machines.

And what Xue Xue'er needed to do was to quickly measure the data that needed to be manually made.

"It's really hard."

Xue Xue'er looked at the blueprint and lightly exhaled.

When she resigned herself to her task of laying the table, there was another knock on the door of the design room.

"Come in."

After she shouted, Ouyang Qing'an walked in.

"Xue Er, there's news."

His expression was a little serious. Xue Xue'er looked at him suspiciously and took the documents from him.

"What is it?"

"See for yourself."

Since he was unwilling to say anything, she did not ask any more questions. She flipped open the document and looked at it. Instantly, she was stunned.

Mrs. Lee passed away.

When she took the wedding photos for her, she could feel that her spirit was not very good. But Xue Xue'er really didn't expect that she would leave so early.

"It is also good to leave."

She rubbed the space between her brows. When she thought of the smile on Mrs. Lee's face as she hugged the photos, her heart was filled with regret.

She left. She did not need to suffer the pain of losing her husband alone in this world.

"Don't be sad. Mrs. Lee is not young anymore. Her leaving now is actually also a kind of relief for her."

Ouyang Qing'an patted her shoulder.

Xue Xue'er nodded and lowered her eyes. She did not say anything.

She knew what he meant. People had to go through life and death.

At this moment, Xue Xue'er's phone suddenly rang.

She looked at the screen. There was an unfamiliar number on it. She was a little confused, but she still picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I'm Lawyer Zhang."

Lawyer Zhang's professional voice came from the microphone. He continued, "Mrs. Lee entrusted me with handling her property. The will stated that she wanted to give you her jewelry collection."

Treasure collection?2

Xue Xue'er was stunned.

"Yes, it was Mrs. Lee's collection. She specifically stated that these jewels could not be counted in her property and that they were all given to you. It is your private property."

After the lawyer finished speaking, he did not wait for Xue Xue'er to reply and continued, "But unfortunately, because you got Mrs. Lee's inheritance, Mrs. Lee's nephew wants to sue you."

Xue Xue'er sneered.

"Let them go."

She remembered what Mrs. Lee had said to her when they were talking.

At that time, Xue Xue'er asked her why the house was empty and there were no relatives. She did not even see a junior. She felt very puzzled.

At that time, Mrs. Lee told her that it was because she did not want her family to come.

Mrs. Lee and her lover had a lot of money. The two of them were in love and had never had children in their lives.

If her sons and nieces were really good to her, how could she not be willing to give them the money?

After all, no matter how much money there was, she could not take it away with her eyes closed.

"Actually, it was also me who was greedy."

At that time, Mrs. Lee looked out the window and said leisurely, "I once thought of finding a nephew to take care of me when I was old. However, I did not want to give myself to someone else in the end and act according to their eyes."

So Mrs. Lee did not let her sons and nephew come over until she died.

Now that she left, these people came to divide the inheritance.

Lawyer Zhang had obviously done his homework too. He knew Xue Xue'er's family background, so he did not take it to heart.

"Madam, Mrs. Lee's funeral will be the day after tomorrow."

"I will attend."

Xue Xue'er agreed immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Xue Xue'er looked at the phone screen that was gradually turning black and slowly closed her eyes.

Mrs. Lee, let's go.

Two days later, Xue Xue'er wore a black dress and black shoes and went to Mrs. Lee's funeral.

Looking at the few niece and sons surrounding Mrs. Lee's grave, her expression was bone-chillingly cold.

It was these people who were messing around!

pqdm.com