After being reborn, she went on a killing spree in both the Yin and Yang realms.

Ling Yue was puzzled. Since the old lady and her husband were both retired workers from the research institute and only had a pension, how much property could they possibly have?

Even if the five sons divided the spoils equally, how much would they get?

Seeing Ling Yue's confused expression, the gatekeeper knew she didn't believe him.

So he hurriedly explained, "Old Cheng's wife used to be a young lady from a wealthy family with a long and prosperous lineage. She has an antique that is said to be from the Tang Dynasty, and I heard that the National Museum even came to ask for it."

"That thing is worth a lot of money; I guess everyone's after that."

"I see," Ling Yue nodded.

Su Shiming, listening from the side, was getting anxious. After all that talk, they still hadn't seen the mission target, and his stomach was already growling with hunger.

"Dear sir, may we go visit Grandpa Cheng now?"

"I'm really worried about him being alone..."

The security guard then realized he was still working, and it wasn't the time to gossip.

So they were quickly let in.

Ling Yue carefully checked the apartment building and room information, using the notebook she carried with her to record the old lady's requests. Only after confirming that everything was correct did she ring the doorbell.

Ling Yue pressed the doorbell many times, but no one answered. She had a bad feeling.

"Red Hair, do you think we'll end up in jail if we just barge in?"

Su Shiming: ...

"We're here to rescue people, not..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

An elderly man dressed casually walked out, his steps faltering. He was clearly taken aback when he saw the people outside the door. "Who are you?"

Jing Yucheng reacted quickly, repeating the same explanation he had given to the gatekeeper not long ago to the old man in front of him.

The old man then asked, "My old comrade-in-arms? What's his name?"

Ling Yue: ……

This is a huge mess. Where is Jing Yucheng going to find a real comrade-in-arms to play?

To everyone's surprise, the man calmly smiled and replied, "My grandfather's name is Jingyangsheng. It's been so long, you probably don't remember him anymore. He has always admired you and is your junior. He only heard about the bad news that happened in your family by chance."

Ling Yue and Su Shiming watched quietly as Jing Yucheng talked nonsense with a straight face, and unexpectedly, he actually convinced the old man.

"Oh, come in."

He didn't seem to care about the answer, as long as he was sure the person wasn't a bad guy.

The group followed the old man into the house.

Ling Yue's first thought upon entering was whether she had been robbed in her home.

The drawers on the coffee table, TV cabinet, and other places with drawers were all open, and the contents were scattered everywhere.

"Grandpa Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

Should we call the police?

Upon hearing this, Old Cheng smiled wryly and said, "Call the police?"

"Young lady, don't joke around. It's my own son rummaging through my own house, and the police have no say in that."

As he spoke, he continued picking up the things that had been scattered on the floor.

Seeing this, everyone pitched in to help the old man pick up the trash.

Ling Yue noticed a half-eaten, cold bowl of instant noodles on the table and asked with some concern, "Grandpa Cheng, how do you usually eat?"

"Has she been eating instant noodles these past few days?"

Old Cheng paused for a moment after hearing this, but did not reply.

"The funeral is scheduled for tomorrow. If you're not busy, let's meet at the funeral."

They'd barely stepped inside when they were being asked to leave. Ling Yue didn't know how to comfort the old man; he probably just wanted some peace and quiet.

But remembering the old lady's instructions, Old Cheng already had a bad stomach and had to take medicine all year round. He wasn't eating properly either. I wondered if he could make it through the funeral!

"Well, Grandpa Cheng, we've been on a plane for six hours straight to get here, and our stomachs are growling with hunger. Aren't you going to do us any good as hosts?"

As Ling Yue spoke, she bumped into Su Shiming.

Su Shiming immediately understood. "That's right, Grandpa. You don't know, I'm still growing and I've been hungry all day. Do you see if there's anything to eat here? Let us have something to eat first."

Old Cheng, realizing he couldn't refuse any longer, casually said, "The kitchen is over there, and the refrigerator is in the kitchen. You can see what food we have. Sorry, I don't want to leave my room."

"Okay, thank you, Grandpa Cheng."

Ling Yue was just waiting for those words. She casually took off her bag, hung it on the hook by the door, and hurried to the kitchen.

Jing Yucheng followed behind her the whole time. He saw her put on an apron, open the refrigerator with practiced ease, and take out the ingredients.

"Grandma is so thoughtful. The refrigerator is full of food, and it's all sorted out and arranged so neatly."

As Ling Yue took the ingredients out of the refrigerator, she sighed and thought of the old lady who appeared in that light. She looked like a clean and neat old lady.

"How do you know that his wife prepared all of these?"

Ling Yue felt it wasn't convenient to talk about this here, "I'll tell you in detail later."

"Jing Yucheng, don't just stand here, go peel the scallions and garlic."

Jing Yucheng didn't ask any further questions and chose to obey.

Ling Yue didn't actually cook much at home. Most of the meals were prepared by Liang Lina. Ling Guofu would occasionally cook when he wasn't busy, but she also helped them a lot. The food was definitely not as good as what they made, but she could still cook quite a few dishes.

She then searched online for dishes that were good for the stomach, and once everything was ready, she started stir-frying and making soup.

Su Shiming chatted with Old Cheng in the living room. He was a talkative man, a typical talkative person, and soon he helped the old man out of his sadness and grief.

Through their conversation, he learned some things about their five sons.

Just as the gatekeeper said, his five sons were indeed obsessed with that old Tang Dynasty artifact that his wife had kept.

The house was turned into a scene of burglary, which was their handiwork. The group of men searched the house thoroughly but found nothing. They left cursing and swearing, and then came to visit.

Although Su Shiming had no children, he, as a son himself, couldn't quite understand his sons' behavior.

"Your son is acting like a bandit! This is their home too!"

"Sigh, we can't blame anyone else. We have to blame ourselves. Our job is special, and we spend too little time with them..."

"But we are trying our best to fulfill all our obligations."

Chu Ping, who hadn't uttered a word from beginning to end, couldn't help but curse, "A bunch of ingrates."

"In your generation, it was already a blessing to be able to support them, let alone send them abroad for further studies. All that education was for nothing! Everyone went through that, and I've never seen anyone treat their parents like this. Your mother just passed away, her body is barely cold, and you're already eyeing their property. What are you if not an ingrate?"

Given his previous temper, he would have had to teach them a lesson one by one.

After hearing this, Old Cheng waved his hand and said, "It's not their fault. As the saying goes, if a son is unfilial, it's the father's fault. My wife has always comforted me with that..."

“My wife and I have been together for 53 years, and she has always taken care of me meticulously. Now that I think about it, I haven’t been a good husband…”

"Oh, how could that be? When two people are together, they will support each other unconsciously. You don't need to be so self-deprecating."

"Think about it the other way around. If you hadn't treated the girl well, she wouldn't have stayed with you for so long. She probably would have divorced you long ago!"

Old Cheng was rarely amused by Su Shiming.

While the three of them were talking, Ling Yue and Jing Yucheng had almost finished preparing their meal.

Jing Yucheng brought the six dishes and two soups that Ling Yue had prepared to the table one by one.

Su Shiming came over after smelling the aroma. "Oh, I didn't know Miss Ling could cook. My cousin is really lucky!"

"That's right, I'm good at both formal and domestic tasks. I just don't know how it tastes yet. Let me make it clear, if it's not good, you're not allowed to say anything!"

As Ling Yue spoke, she went to invite Old Cheng to the dining table.

I threw the cold instant noodles into the trash can right in front of him.

"Grandpa Cheng, why do you still like to eat junk food? You're not allowed to eat instant noodles anymore!"

"Come on, eat it while it's hot!"

Su Shiming was already starving and kept urging everyone to hurry up and eat.