A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

On the seventh day after their death, Jiang Yang and Jiang Yi were accompanied by Chi Ruiche and others to the cemetery. The cemetery was shrouded in a layer of gloom in the early morning mist, silent and desolate.

Jiang Yang prepared his mother's favorite foods and a bouquet of flowers. Jiang Yi knelt down and used a handkerchief to wipe the black and white photo on the tombstone. His mother in the photo seemed to be smiling at them.

"Mom, the cake you made is delicious."

"Mom, don't worry about us. I will take good care of Grandpa and Xiao Yi."

Jiang Yang stared ahead with sorrowful eyes, his heart filled with endless longing.

There was no warmth in the cold wind, only a chill that seeped into the heart. The four people, all dressed in black, stood there and bowed deeply.

"Hello, are you Mr. Jiang Guoqing? This is a will notarization agency."

Jiang Guoqing listened to the male voice coming from the other end of the phone with a puzzled expression, not understanding what was going on.

"Hello, are you listening?"

"You said."

"Here's the thing, your wife, Ms. Cui Xiuling, made a will with our company before her death. We will be reading it aloud at our company at 2 PM five days from now. Since Ms. Cui has your mobile phone number with her, would you like to ask if you have time to come over?"

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Guoqing hung up the phone, his expression serious, as if he was contemplating an important decision.

"Guoqing, what happened?" Xu Xinping asked guiltily.

“Xinping, Cui Xiuling left a will.” Jiang Guoqing frowned deeply.

"A will? I've never heard you mention that before."

Xu Xinping brought him a teacup, and Jiang Guoqing gripped her hand tightly, saying, "I will find out the truth."

"I believe you."

A shadow fell over Xu Xinping's face. "If there really is such a will, what would Sister Xiuling say?"

"She's such a proud person..."

Jiang Guoqing was at a loss for what to do. Although a single phone call wasn't enough to convince him, Cui Xiuling's personality seemed to suggest a backup plan.

"Guoqing, don't hesitate any longer. I've never asked you for anything in my life. I beg you to bring Xiaoxue back so that our family can live happily together, okay?"

Xu Xinping squeezed his hand back, her voice pleading, tears welling in her eyes.

"I see."

Now that things have come to this, there's no need to hesitate any longer. Regardless of whether there's a will or not, as long as we catch Jiang Yi, we'll have everything.

"Go and check the contents of this will."

Jiang Family Old House

Many people came to the old house tonight. Second Aunt Ruan He, wearing a gray sweater suit, called out Xiao Yi's name under the lights.

"Xiao Yi, come and eat."

Jiang Yi forced a smile and nodded; her mother had called her that before.

Chi Ruiche understood her thoughts, but he simply held her hand tightly, his eyes focused, and that strong sense of concern made Jiang Yi feel that she was the most important person to her.

"Dad, I'm back." Jiang Guoqing patted the rain off his clothes and casually hung his coat on the coat rack by the door.

Aunt Meng handed him a warm towel, and Jiang Guoqing wiped the few drops of rain off his head. His expression softened, giving the illusion that he was once again the gentle and easy-going father.

"kindness."

Grandpa Jiang practically uttered those words from his chest, not even glancing at him directly, but his cane struck the floor with even more force.

"Dad, I want to talk to you." Jiang Guoqing said impatiently before his grandfather could even reach the sofa.

"What is it that you have to talk about today?"

Jiang Guoqing stepped forward to help Grandpa Jiang, then snorted coldly. Grandpa Jiang brushed him off, saying, "Come with me."

The study door was tightly closed, and the father and son faced each other back to back. A desk lamp illuminated the room, casting their shadows on the wall.

Grandpa Jiang sighed, "I came back tonight because of Xiuling's will."

A hint of malice flashed in Jiang Guoqing's eyes, but he still smiled. "Dad, you've misunderstood."

"It's a misunderstanding. Today is the seventh day after Xiuling's death. As her husband, you haven't shown up all day. Are you really that busy?"

Grandpa Jiang jabbed his cane sharply, trying to ease his anger and disappointment.

"Dad, I'm your own son. How can you be so heartless to me? If my mother were alive and could see all this, she would be heartbroken for me." Jiang Guoqing's words tore off the mask of hypocrisy.

What do you think Xiuling will leave for you?

"Have you seen the will?" Jiang Guoqing guessed that if they wanted to see it, they would naturally use some means.

Grandpa Jiang put down his cane, held it behind his back, his hunched back gleaming in the dim yellow light, his eyes filled with weariness and powerlessness.

"Everything about her is none of your business."

Jiang Guoqing didn't say anything, turned around and left, returning to the room where they had once been married. The room was still furnished as before, the mahogany furniture carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the wardrobe full of clothes for all four seasons had long since been cremated with Cui Xiuling's departure.

The empty room was devoid of any human presence. Jiang Guoqing stared at the wedding photo of the two of them embracing on the display table. Perhaps this was a trace left behind from their past love.

"Take action."