Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Only then did Song Jiaren come to a realization. She let him into the room and poured a cup of water. She said, “Jiang Cang is sick and is still in a coma. You need to wait for a while. I’ll contact you when he’s better.”

“Ms, Song, I’m not here for Mr. Jiang Cang, I’m here for you. I will read the will to you,” Xiao Lin explained.

Song Jiaren didn’t understand what he meant.

Xiao Lin took out the document from his bag and handed it to Song Jiaren. “Ms. Song, look at this and you will understand.”

This document contained all of Jiang Linan’s assets. After flipping through two pages, Song Jiaren became more and more shocked. She didn’t expect that although Jiang Linan was so humble in front of Old Master Jiang, he was so powerful that his personal assets alone were comparable to half of the

Jiang family. In addition to the shares he held in the Jiang family, his wealth was second only to the Jiang family.

The last letter was opened by Song Jiaren.

“Miss Song, I should be gone by the time you read this letter. I’m going to look for my wife. Without her, I can’t live anymore. I was still alive after all these years because I wanted to avenge her.

“It doesn’t matter if you think I’m useless or weak. The only thing I’m worried about in this world is Jiang Cang. This son was an orphan he was born. As his father, I have never taken care of him. Even his name was casually given by a servant. I hope you can help me take care of him. When he tums

eighteen, half of my inheritance will be under your name.

Finally, I hope you won’t tell him about this. Since I can’t take care of him, it’s good that he hates me. ”

After reading the letter in silence, Song Jiaren finally understood why Jiang Linan had said such heartless words to Jiang Cang that day. However, she didn’t agree with his actions. She knew that even though he had never cared about Jiang Cang, Jiang Cang didn’t hate his father.

“Ms. Song, if you’ve made your decision, please sign this document. When Mr. Jiang Cang turns 18, you can inherit half of Mr. Jiang Linan’s inheritance.”

“I don’t want these inheritances. Just put them all under Jiang Cang’s name.” Song Jiaren pushed the contract back. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the money, but that the money should belong to Jiang Cang.

“However, I will raise Jiang Cang, so you don’t have to worry about this.” Seeing Xiao Lin hesitate, Song Jiaren added.

“Tm sorry, Ms. Song, but we don’t have the right to change Mr. Jiang Linan’s will. If you insist, you can transfer it to Mr. Jiang Cang when he’s eighteen,” Xiao Lin said again.

Song Jiaren thought for a while and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so she signed this astronomical agreement.

After sending the lawyer off, it was already past ten o’clock. Song Jiaren called the hotel to send some light food over. Then, she walked into the room and touched Jiang Cang’s forchead to make sure it wasn’t too hot before she felt relieved.

Jiang Cang only woke up in the afternoon. He still didn’t cry or make a fuss. If he hadn’t had a high fever, Song Jiaren would have mistakenly thought that he wasn’t sad.

“sister, is the Jiang family gone?” These were the first words Jiang Cang said when he woke up.

These words contained a deep sense of unease. Although he wasn’t happy in the Jiang family, he knew that the Jiang family was his only support.

Song Jiaren hugged him and said, “The Jiang family is gone. In the future, my home will be your home. The Song family will be your home.”

Jiang Chang hugged her waist tightly.

Song Jiaren let him drink the porridge that she had kept in the thermos. She only let him get off the bed when she saw that he was feeling much better.

She took out her phone. The news of the Jiang family’s accident had spread all over Jiang City. All the news was reporting on the evil deeds of the Jiang family over the years. In an instant, everyone knew that the Jiang family was finished.