The green camphor tree has a deep view

Song Jingshen was like the center of a small circle, sitting at one end of a long table, surrounded by Jing Huai and the family doctor who was on call. The doctor kept reminding him not to forget to go to the hospital to check his arm as soon as possible, and Song Jingshen nodded slightly and waved his hand to signal them to leave.

The doctor was about the same age as Yu, and he looked like an elder of the Song family. Seeing how Song Jingshen was holding on, he sighed, lowered his head, and walked out of the hall dragging the medicine box. Jing Huai's eyes were red, and he glared at Wen Qing fiercely, which made Wen Qing feel a little complicated. She wondered whether she should go over to care about the man's injury.

Before she could hesitate for long, Song Jingshen spoke. He first glanced at the people in the conference room with a deep look, cleared his throat, and said in a steady tone: "Everyone is here, let's get started. Uncle Yin, who will speak first, you or Lawyer Liu?"

Yin Tongben originally wanted to observe the situation first, but he didn't expect Song Jingshen to be so straightforward. He shuddered and replied timidly, "How about Lawyer Liu read the old lady's will first?"

"Okay." Song Jingshen nodded slightly and gestured to the old lawyer on Song Weiming's right. An old and dull voice immediately sounded in the conference room.

The terms of the will were complicated and professional, making everyone drowsy. However, Song Jingshen kept staring at the opposite side with his sharp eyes, which made Song Weiming feel numb, but he didn't dare to show it.

After reading Mrs. Song's will, Song Jingshen asked them to read Gu Huaian's will as well. Song Weiming couldn't sit still anymore and said, "Read the important parts."

Lawyer Lao Liu nodded when he heard this and continued to read word by word.

This time, the content was carefully selected by the lawyer, so it was easier for everyone to understand. Wen Qing also listened quietly, and had a deeper understanding of Gu Huaian's plan.

Gu Huaian not only hated her aunt, but also hated Song Weiming's philandering. In her will, she set a very high threshold for Song Weiming to inherit her shares. Not only was he not allowed to marry her aunt, he was not allowed to have a marriage contract with any woman, not even an engagement.

As the contents of the will were disclosed in public, Song Weiming's face became more and more ugly. Such a will was more like a vicious curse from the underworld, but for the sake of his own interests, he had to endure the humiliation of being slapped in the face by his ex-wife in public.

Song Jingshen's face was equally gloomy. He glanced at everyone in the room, taking in their wonderful expressions one by one. Some of them were shocked, some were confused, and some were angry. Only the last one, Wen Qing, had a faint calmness in his eyes, or even indifference.

In theory, today's incident is directly related to her aunt's financial resources for the rest of her life, but she doesn't seem to care about the outcome of the property distribution. There is no emotion in her eyes, and she watches coldly the whole time.

The will was finally finished. Song Jingshen looked around, smiled slightly, and said, "Did everyone understand? If there is anything you don't understand, you can consult a lawyer later. Lawyer Liu is an elder in our Song family. There is nothing he doesn't know about the troubles of the Song family."

Lawyer Lao Liu was sweating profusely after reading the will. He was about to sit down when he heard this, but he stood up again with a hunched back, and said in panic, "No, no, it's because of the old lady's kindness that I have a bowl of rice to eat. Mr. Song, I really can't take it seriously for praising you..."

Song Jingshen said nothing more. He looked at the man next to Lawyer Lao Liu and said in a relaxed tone, "Lawyer Zhang is also an old man. I have been dealing with your ancestors since my great-grandfather. Today I finally have the opportunity to ask you to seek justice. Please tell me."

"Mr. Song, this is too serious!" The middle-aged man stood up and said politely, "It's not my business to deal with matters of justice. We are in the trust business and we are just telling the truth about what Old Master Song entrusted us with back then." Seeing Song Jingshen made a "please speak" gesture, he straightened out the manuscript in his hand and read out the words clearly.

"Entrusted by Song Daifeng, the former president of the Song Group, the terms of the family trust fund are listed as follows..."

Wen Qing sat up straight and listened carefully. My aunt had nothing to do with the Song family's shares anymore. It all depended on whether she had a share in the family trust. If she could get a share of Jing Long's wealth and a property guarantee similar to an annuity, she would have no worries for the rest of her life.

But she listened and heard that everyone's trust guarantee was mentioned, including Jing Long's, but her aunt's situation was not mentioned. It seems that Old Master Song had made all kinds of calculations, but he did not expect that his descendants would cause such a ridiculous thing.

Attorney Zhang added after reading to the end: "For couples who have children out of wedlock, the trust contract does not specify how to arrange for them. However, our trust agency has corresponding practices for similar situations. I wonder if I can tell you about it here for your reference?"

Wen Qing immediately looked at everyone present when she heard this. As expected, no one reacted. After all, who would care about her aunt's life or death?

Seeing the silence, Lawyer Zhang smiled awkwardly and said, "If it's not necessary, then so be it. Miss Zhou will..."

"Then how do you manage Jing Long's money?" Wen Qing stood up hurriedly and asked.

"need."

Two voices sounded almost at the same time. The other one was Song Jingshen's.

Song Jingshen glanced at Wen Qing's anxious profile and signaled Lawyer Zhang to answer her question first.

"According to the terms, Jing Long's child support before he turns 18 needs to be managed by the person in charge of the Song Group, and he can spend it at his own discretion after he turns 18." Lawyer Zhang paused, "The manager can be a direct relative within three generations of the Song family, or a collateral relative within two generations, and he must hold a director-level position in the Song Group. In the current situation, it would be Mr. Song Weiming and Mr. Song Jingshen."

"How does the person in charge manage it? Jing Long has to live with his mother, right?" Wen Qing dragged Jing Long into the conversation. Jing Long agreed and raised his head to Wen Qing and said, "Yes! I live with my mother and sister."

"Jing Long, it's better for you to follow Dad." Zhou Wen touched his head with tears in her eyes, "Your money is all with Dad, and Mom can't do anything..."

Song Weiming looked over from a distance, stretched out his hand and called out, "Jing Long, come to Daddy!"

"No!" Jing Long hugged Wen Qing's waist, "You didn't even come to see your mother when she was sick, and you have a new aunt outside. I won't go to your place!"

Song Weiming's face changed, he suppressed his anger and tried to win over Jing Long: "No matter what, Dad will not ignore you, you are a member of the Song family!"

"Ha! You've thought of the Song family now?" Song Jingshen sneered, ignoring Song Weiming's angry glare, and said to himself, "Who stipulated that the Song family must stay in the Song family?"

He turned to Attorney Zhang again, smiled politely, and made a rather cool gesture: "What good solutions do you trust institutions have for our strange situation?"

"Uh..." Lawyer Zhang was a little embarrassed. He looked at Wen Qing and asked hesitantly, "Who is this lady?"

"I'm Jing Long's cousin, not a member of the Song family. Can you tell me how to collect Jing Long's money if he lives with us?"

"If Master Jinglong lives with Mr. Weiming, then there is nothing to say. Mr. Weiming can control the money. If he insists on living with someone outside the Song family, then the situation will be a bit troublesome..."

"What's the trouble?" Song Jingshen asked with narrowed eyes, as if he was very interested.

"First of all, if you are not a member of the Song family, you cannot control this money. If you must control it, you need a member of the Song family to supervise it. According to the terms, since Mr. Song Weiming is no longer the largest shareholder of the Song family, the supervisor should be Mr. Song Jingshen, the chairman of the Song Group."

"What?" Wen Qing widened her eyes in disbelief, and then a surge of shame and anger surged in her heart, followed by her cheeks flushing red.

It is ridiculous that Song Jingshen needs to supervise the money for raising Jing Long! Wen Qing thought: It is better not to have this kind of money!