Chapter 940 - To A Point That Was Frightening

Chapter 940: To A Point That Was Frightening

Helian Wei had heart disease and he knew that his life may be in danger any time, so he had already prepared his will in advance.

After his death, Helian Qingyu would succeed him as president. 70% of his property would go to Helian Qingyu, and 30% would go to his legal wife.

The right of succession of his heir was made clear and there was nothing in his will anyone could dispute.

But now, he wanted to make a minor adjustment. “I want to give the Moon Castle and the Rose Garden to Jing Xi.”

Qi Fang knew that the Moon Castle and the Rose Garden were never stated in his will; they were still under Helian Wei’s name and were yet to be sorted out. But now, he suddenly wanted to give these two properties, which were valued at more than 10 billion, to someone else. Why?

“Jing Xi? She is...”

What Qi Fang wanted to be clear about was: Who is Jing Xi? And what is her relationship with the President?

“Yes, it’s her.”

Helian Wei handed Jing Xi’s photos and information over to Qi Fang. As Qi Fang glanced at the files for the first time, he took off his glasses in astonishment, then put them back on again. He said in disbelief, “My god... Your Excellency, is she Madam Jing and your daughter?”

After all, giving such a large amount of real estate to a person without a blood relationship so suddenly would definitely cause suspicions. This was what Qi Fang was worried about.

If the First Lady knew about the President bequeathing his estate to the daughter of his first love, Qi Fang feared that it would rouse the woman’s jealousy and may cause a lot of trouble in turn.

“Then prepare a confidential deed of gift.”

Helian Wei believed in Qi Fang’s ability that he would definitely handle this matter well.

“Okay, understood.”

After the conversation between the two ended, Qi Fang left the presidential palace and went back to settle the readjustment of the president’s will.

Helian Wei stood up from the sofa and came to the window. He turned on an antique phonograph; violin music—performed by Jing Ruyue that year—played from it.

The beautiful music flowed out gently. He closed his eyes, and the girl’s beautiful and serene face came clearly to his mind.

Little Moon, will you wait for me in heaven?

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