Chapter 64: Inheriting a Five Billion Fortune?

Suddenly, Shen Li recalled something. “Did the Jiang family’s business really go bankrupt?”

Shen Qianzhi frowned. “If I remember correctly, Jiang Sui’s father’s company did declare bankruptcy when he passed away.”

Shen Li hissed, “But I remember Auntie saying that Jiang Sui’s father was very wealthy—not just ordinarily rich. She was surprised to hear Jiang Sui had no money, but Jiang Sui kept her distance and wouldn’t say anything. So Auntie has no idea what really happened.”

Shen Qian lowered his eyes in thought. “The company the Jiang family declared bankrupt was called Wanxing.”

He knew of the company, though he’d had no business dealings with them and hadn’t paid much attention, only aware it belonged to Jiang Sui’s father. But now, thinking about it, the name seemed oddly familiar.

“I think that was the name,” Shen Li nodded.

“I’ll look into it tomorrow.” Shen Qian remembered seeing the company’s name while investigating the links between various corporate groups.

After leaving the Shen household, Jiang Sui did not go straight home, but decided to stop by the bank first.

She remembered that after her father died, several of the bank cards under his name were frozen. At the time, she didn’t understand these matters and simply let it go, assuming the family’s bankruptcy meant there was no money left and that the cards were frozen as a result.

She had never returned to the company, nor met any of its people.

Today, she simply wanted to ask the bank what had really happened.

What was strange was that her father had died of illness, and yet left no will. The assets she was able to inherit amounted to only two or three hundred thousand. It all felt suspicious.

But before she reached the bank, a phone call summoned her to a nearby café.

The man before her was dressed in a crisp suit, exuding an air of professionalism and calm competence. He got straight to the point: “Miss Jiang, hello. I’m your father’s lawyer, Zhao Xin. I asked you here today to discuss and clarify the inheritance of your father’s estate.”

Jiang Sui eyed him skeptically. “Inheritance? How much?”

Zhao Xin adjusted his glasses. “After calculations, the estate and assets total roughly five billion.”

Jiang Sui took out her phone. “Hello? Police? I think I’ve got a scammer here—”

She hung up and looked at the will Zhao Xin placed before her.

It looked rather convincing.

She picked up the A4 folder and began leafing through the documents.

Zhao Xin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Thank goodness he was quick to react, or he would have been hauled off as a fraudster. In all his years of practice, he’d never encountered such a situation. If he really ended up in the station, he’d never hear the end of it from his colleagues.

“It’s like this, Miss Jiang. Before his death, your father specifically entrusted me to draft this will. His estate totals about five billion, and you are the sole heir, entitled to inherit all assets legally in his name.

However, there is one condition: you must be married to inherit these assets. To safeguard your rights, the inheritance will be notarized and designated as your premarital property.”

Jiang Sui finished reading her father’s will, and it was exactly as Zhao Xin had described.

But she had no knowledge of any of this.

Because the script the system had originally given her never mentioned it at all.