Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 1165: 1169: A Bunch of Animals Worse than Pigs and Dogs!

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1169: A Bunch of Animals Worse than Pigs and Dogs!

“Xiao Xue!” Han Zuo caught her as her body slumped.

Ye Xingbei, panic-stricken, shouted, “Doctor, doctor!”

A few doctors and nurses rushed in.

The head doctor examined Yian Jingxue and pressed her philtrum point firmly, reassuring Han Zuo and Ye Xingbei, “It’s okay, she was just too shocked and held her breath momentarily. Try to console her. The old man has already gone, and no matter how sad she is, he won’t come back. She is still young; she needs to take care of her health.”

Ye Xingbei, supporting Yian Jingxue’s body, nodded.

Everyone knows the principle, but it’s impossible to adhere to it.

The death of a sole family member is a heart-wrenching pain; how could she not be saddened?

Moments later, Yian Jingxue slowly woke up.

Her gaze was fixed blankly on a spot, and after a long while, she burst into tears with a loud “Wah.”

Hearing her cry, Ye Xingbei and Han Zuo actually breathed a sigh of relief.

When a person is at their saddest, it’s not the crying you fear but when they cannot even cry.

That harms the body the most.

Neither Ye Xingbei nor Han Zuo tried to console her.

After she had cried herself hoarse and was devoid of any strength, relying weakly on Ye Xingbei and sobbing, Ye Xingbei then helped her to stand up, “Xiao Xue, stop crying. We still have to handle Grandpa Yian’s funeral arrangements and send Grandpa Yian on his final journey.”

Half of Yian Jingxue’s body leaned against her, nodding through tears.

She was completely incapable of thinking now; whatever Ye Xingbei said was the final word.

It was utterly impossible for her to organize the funeral arrangements, but fortunately, professional funeral service teams were available now. The main family only needed to pay, and the funeral team would handle everything else efficiently.

Senior Master Yian’s body had been temporarily placed in a crystal coffin, ready to be taken to the crematorium.

Hours later, Yian the Second and Yian the Third’s families hurried over.

Seeing the old man in the crystal coffin, both families rushed forward, pretending to cry for a while.

With hardly any tears shed, they turned back and asked Yian Jingxue, “Did the old master leave a will? How is the old master’s estate divided?”

Upon hearing of Senior Master Yian’s death, his longtime lawyer arrived to offer condolences and, hearing Yian the Second and Yian the Third’s questions, approached them to answer, “Hadn’t the old master already shown you the will? All of his assets, while he was still lucid, had been clearly divided among the three families. When the old master passed, he didn’t possess a penny; neither movable nor immovable properties were left.”

“Impossible!” the wife of Yian the Second screamed, “Our old master was a master of traditional Chinese painting, he had plenty of money, how could he possibly leave no estate behind?”

Pointing at the lawyer and Yian Jingxue, she accused, “You must have conspired to swallow our old master’s estate! Hand everything over sensibly, or I will sue you in court!”

Yian Jingxue looked at them coldly, her gaze sharp as a blade’s edge.

These animals!

Animals!

Her grandfather’s spirit had hardly departed, and here they were bellowing and clamoring for his estate right in front of his corpse.

When her grandfather was rushed to the emergency room, she had the butler notify them.

Though they were unworthy descendants, Yian Jingxue felt that her grandfather had still hoped to see them one last time before his death.

She didn’t want to disappoint the old man, so she had them informed.

But none of them came.

Her grandfather had died, they shed hardly any tears, all they cared about was the inheritance.

Animals.

A bunch of beasts, worse than pigs and dogs!