Sign It, Hand Over The Right To Inheritance!

Xi Jiyang's room was on the second floor. From her memory, Xi Xiaye found the room very quickly. When she went over, the few servants who saw her in the corridor were all shocked but she just ignored them.

Outside Xi Jiyang's room, Xi Xiaye stood at the door for a long time before she finally lifted a hand to knock. However, quite a while after she knocked, there was no response, so she pushed the door open to enter.

The entire room seemed a little dark.Xi Xiaye stood at the door to look for a long time before her eyes adapted to the darkness. Then, she skimmed the room and finally, her eyes fell on the recliner in front of the French windows.

She pondered for a while before carefully walking over.

Indeed, in the recliner, she found Xi Jiyang who was fast asleep with his eyes closed.

His gaunt figure and grizzly hair made him look a little wan and sallow. His breathing also did not sound very smooth. His entire being was akin to a burning candle in the wind; it was sometimes alight, sometimes extinguished as if there was a possibility of dying out anytime.

When she saw him like that, she instantly felt a little sad as a bitter taste rose from her throat. Her chest hurt and she could only turn away and blink the bitterness back.

A while after that, she put the item in her hand down and took a blanket from the sofa, covering him with it. However, just as she was about to get up, Xi Jiyang's worn voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"I thought that you wouldn't be back this time."

When she heard this, Xi Xiaye was slightly startled. She looked up at Xi Jiyang, paused, and then forced a smile. "I just wanted to come back and have a look at you. Happy birthday, Grandfather!"

"I already have one foot in the grave. I don't care about these things anymore. These past few years, I've just been missing you. It's good you didn't come back too..."

Xi Jiyang gripped onto the arm of the recliner and trembled as he got up with much strain. When Xi Xiaye saw his feeble attempt, she quickly held him up. The granddaughter and grandfather duo then sat down on the sofa.

"I'm sorry." Xi Xiaye lowered her head bitterly. Before this elder that truly loved her, she yielded defeat with her head down.

"I don't blame you. Those things aren't even your fault in the first place. Do you still blame me for not helping you fight for Han Yifeng back then?" Xi Jiyang's gaze was suddenly fixated on Xi Xiaye who had lowered her head.

Xi Xiaye fell silent for a while, then her beautiful face forced a smile as she shook her head disappointedly. She bent down to pick up two empty cups and filled them with water as she said, "I know that you have your reasons. In fact, how could I rely on someone else to fight for my own happiness?"

When she said this, Xi Xiaye suddenly breathed in a little and handed one of the cups to Xi Jiyang. Taking a gulp, her twinkling eyes exposed a distant gloominess as she lamented, "I've tried hard, Grandfather... but no matter how hard I try, if it isn't mine, it isn't mine. I could move someone else or even myself, but I couldn't move him."

As Xi Jiyang listened to her, pity and love were apparent in his eyes. He said very lovingly, "Don't be sad, Xiaye! You are so much like your mother from back then. Listen to me. You deserve much better."

Then, he gently patted the back of Xi Xiaye's hand and sipped on the water. As if he suddenly remembered something, he looked at Xi Xiaye and said, "Right, I've heard about Yueying. Your grandmother told me that this issue is a little tricky..."

When he said this, Xi Jiyang suddenly paused as he found some difficulty to continue. After contemplating it for a long time, he said, "Your grandmother said that the Han Corporation might be willing to help handle this mess, but the precondition is that we must let your sister inherit Yueying, which means that they hope that you could hand your right to the inheritance over."

When he told her this, Xi Xiaye instantly stiffened. She turned to look at Xi Jiyang, her eyes filled with too many emotions. Shock, disappointment, sadness, and even pain...

"Well then, what do you think? Do you hope for me to hand the right to inherit over, or do you hope that I'll be firm and not concede? I remember back then when Father and Mother got a divorce, to compensate Mother, she received 20 percent of Yueying's shares even though she never cared for it. Until today, that contract had never been brought up. Grandmother should be very clear about that herself, shouldn't she?"

Xi Xiaye smiled bitterly.

"Xiaye, actually I hope that you won't be involved with this mess. Now that Yueying's already in shambles, you wouldn't be able to handle it even if it's handed to you. Giving up isn't bad. I know that you don't care about these things either. I was just hoping that you could live..."

Bam!

Before Xi Jiyang could finish, the closed door was suddenly flung open. Deng Wenwen walked over in a stern and imposing manner, and behind her, Xi Xinyi followed.

"Did you forget how to knock too?" Xi Jiyang frowned a little unhappily, yet Deng Wenwen just looked past him and walked over in a few huge strides.

"Sis, you're here!"

Xi Xinyi's delighted and gentle voice was heard. A beautiful woman in pink had very quickly zoomed over. There was a light fragrance, and before Xi Xiaye could react, Xi Xinyi had already clung onto her arm.

"I was really worried that you wouldn't come. Today is a rare day for the whole family to have a reunion. If you didn't come, then Grandfather would feel that this birthday would be meaningless too. Right, Grandfather?"

Xi Xinyi laughed gently as a lovely smile enhanced her sweet-tempered face.

Xi Xiaye shot her a cold look from the side. Apathetically, she pulled her arm away, not even bothering to respond to her. At this moment, Deng Wenwen had already sat across her with a document in her hands too.

"Regarding Yueying, I'm sure your grandfather has just explained it to you. Xiaye, I hope that you can be a little rational. Sign it. As long as you sign this, we'll compensate you accordingly. Otherwise, even if you insist, Yueying wouldn't be yours. With those shares that you'll inherit, it's far from enough. In fact, you might even need to take on a huge amount of debt. We're just doing this for your benefit."

Deng Wenwen tossed the document and a pen to Xi Xiaye.

"Sign what? Grandmother, about Yueying..."

Xi Xinyi looked puzzled at Deng Wenwen, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.

"Xin Er, this has nothing to do with you. I need to discuss something with Xiaye. The banquet downstairs is going to begin soon. Yifeng is probably downstairs. You go down first, I heard that Yifeng has a surprise for you later."

Deng Wenwen smiled lovingly towards Xi Xinyi.

When she heard, Xi Xinyi's face instantly showed an understanding smile, so she nodded and said, "Okay then, I'll go out first. Grandmother, Sis, come down quickly. In fact, Grandfather, you're the man of tonight, okay?!"