"Qingqing, be good, don't cry, seeing you cry makes Mom's heart ache!" Wu Jiarun's tears fell even quicker. She held Yue Qingqing's hand in one hand and gently patted her with the other: "Qingqing, sons inherit shares; this is Beijing's custom. Even if Mom and Dad promise you half of the shares, your grandparents won't agree; they will fight desperately with your father!"
"What do grandparents matter?" Yue Qingqing said disdainfully: "They overshadowed my dad early on, bypassed him, and transferred all shares to Yue Mingfeng. Aren't they just guarding against my dad, fearing he would pass shares to my brother? Grandparents don't care about my dad; why should we care how they act?"
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" Yue Zhi's face darkened.
After his parents found out he was supporting Wu Jiarun and Yue Ming, Yue Qingqing outside, his father gradually took back all the power in his hands.
