Chapter 118 Can the Will Be Published?

Xiao Baixue's eyes became clear again, and her mind was empty. She thought she was just in a daze for a while.

Under remote control, the old lady's coffin moved slowly forward with the flow of people, and everyone entered the funeral home.

The Shen family had already made an appointment with the staff of the funeral home, so they could go through the procedures directly when they arrived, or to be more precise, skip several layers of procedures.

There was no refrigeration of the body, no makeup or plastic surgery, and the vigil in the mourning hall was skipped, and they went directly to the farewell ceremony.

The old lady's children began to cry. Although they shed tears, they didn't have much real feelings. Their eyes always drifted to the person who read the will next to them.

Not to mention the grandchildren, they just closed their noisy mouths, lowered their annoying heads, and gave the old lady some peace.

The farewell ceremony lasted for a few minutes, and suddenly a teenager with colorful hair came to the lawyer.

His voice was neither high nor low, just enough for everyone to hear, and he just asked the questions that everyone cared about.

"Can the will be published?"

As soon as the words fell, the crying in the funeral home suddenly stopped.

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Only Xiao Baixue cried without thinking.

After the old lady died, her children only cared about the property she left behind. The farewell ceremony was less than halfway through, and they actually ran to the side to ask about the will.

The staff of the funeral home frowned. They have been working here for many years and have long been accustomed to life and death and sadness, but they have rarely seen such undisguised human coldness as before.

Lawyer Chen Xuan glanced at the people of the Shen family and finally kept silent.

Gradually, those who stopped crying realized that their behavior was not appropriate, and they started to pretend again one after another, but now they couldn't even squeeze out a tear.

Dry crying, crying so fake!

The staff of the funeral home looked at each other, and they all saw the disgust for this family in each other's eyes.

If they can't even be filial, what else can they expect?

However, the person who asked about the will did not give up. After half a minute, he leaned close to lawyer Chen Xuan and asked, "Can the will be announced now? Everyone has almost cried enough. Don't keep us waiting."

The atmosphere that had just risen became cold again.

This kind of coldness was more of a chill in the heart.

Xiao Baixue cast a hateful look at this person. Her eyes were slightly red. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Shut up! Are you here for grandma or for the will?"

This person was a grandson of the old lady.

"Look at what you said. Of course, I, the grandson, came here for grandma." This person deliberately emphasized the three words "grandson". He said confidently, "Grandma's will is also related to grandma. Besides, if we don't talk about the will now, do we have to wait until grandma is cremated? By then, she will be burned to ashes inside, and we will discuss the will outside. This is even more inappropriate!"

There is not only no respect for the deceased between the lines, but even a bit of show-off and disdain.

The man said slowly, "I really don't understand you. The person is dead. What's there to cry about now? Just bury him quickly, right? Or make the will clear first, and then I'll go back first. Don't waste my time. I've made an appointment with friends to drink together."

Make an appointment with friends to drink on the day of grandma's funeral?

Xiao Baixue's chest rose and fell violently, and she gasped a little heavily. Her eyes stared at this person like a wounded little animal.

"Aliang, don't say anymore."

The man's father stopped him.

The guy called Aliang shrugged and said something even more unorthodox: "Grandma was annoying when she was alive, and she still caused trouble for us after she died. She's really not a good person."

"Aliang!"

Aliang's father was anxious.

He really felt that Aliang's words were too much, and he was worried that he would leave people with something to talk about, and thus.

Being targeted in the future division of the inheritance.

Xiao Baixue clenched her fists tightly.

Tang Xuan bent down and picked up Xiao Baixue. He put his mouth close to Xiao Baixue's ear and whispered, "Don't be angry. You know what they are. Do you want me to teach them a lesson for you?"

Tang Xuan couldn't bear to watch it anymore. His eyes had already fallen on the icon of the assist function, waiting for Xiao Baixue to nod.

But Xiao Baixue shook her head unexpectedly. She said in a depressed mood, "No, what's the use of scaring them again? They will never change."

Xiao Baixue's clenched fists loosened slightly, and her expression gradually became calm. She stopped talking, but her eyes became colder.

Tang Xuan had a bad premonition.

He asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Baixue shook her head silently.

The farewell ceremony continued, but there was not much sadness at this time. Everyone was pretending, especially Aliang. He took out his mobile phone and played a game, and turned on the external speaker. Tang Xuan could even hear the sound of gunfire coming from his mobile phone.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the venue became more and more weird. When the farewell ceremony ended, everyone felt relieved.

Two funeral home staff opened the ice coffin and transferred the old lady's body to a special packaging box.

When putting it in, whether it was a mistake or intentional, one of the staff members let go in advance, causing the old lady's head to knock against the box lightly, making a low sound.

Several members of the Shen family who were close to them were angry, not because they were filial, but because they felt that they paid enough but did not buy perfect service.

"Hey, how did you move our old man?"

"So careless!"

"Do you believe we will make you unemployed?"

The staff member seemed not to hear, he looked at the old lady's remains calmly, and said calmly: "Ten months of pregnancy and one day of birth, a five-foot man grows into a five-foot man. Old lady, are you in pain now?