“Are you crazy? Do I even know you?” Lin Mengxing rolled her eyes, her entire demeanor screaming resistance and a clear “don’t touch me.”
Sheng Mingyang’s temples throbbed as he demanded, “Who the hell are you? Why did you get plastic surgery to look like my mom?”
“If you’re sick in the head, go see a doctor. Are you blind? Can’t you tell I haven’t had any work done?” Lin Mengxing tugged at her face, rubbed her nose, and massaged her chin, proving she hadn’t gone under the knife.
She had never realized her son could be this annoying.
Sure enough, without the rose-colored glasses, that father-son duo was nothing.
Sheng Mingyang was also taken aback, because he genuinely couldn’t spot any signs of cosmetic surgery on her face.
“Ha, I don’t care what you’re up to, but let me tell you—you won’t get a single cent of the Sheng family fortune.”
Just then, Lin Mengxing’s phone chimed with a notification: “Alipay received 120 million.”
Lin Mengxing froze for a moment, then saw Shen Yunyun waving her phone and immediately understood, breaking into a knowing smile.
Sheng Mingyang’s smirk froze, and his face twisted with fury. “You think such a cheap trick can fool me? If you really had 120 million, would you deliberately—”
Before he could finish, Lin Mengxing shoved her phone right in his face.
She had indeed received a transfer of 120 million.
“What’s wrong? Realized I’m not your mom, and now you’re wondering if I’m your half-sister from the same mother? Showing up now to claim your mom’s inheritance? Funny, I heard that Ms. Lin Qingyu had a property donation agreement. Seems like all her assets were supposed to be donated for free, right?”
Lin Mengxing raised her phone, which displayed Lin Qingyu’s Weibo page. It featured some images along with the donation agreement attached.
“Impossible.” Sheng Mingyang immediately pulled out his own phone, a hint of panic in his movements.
He checked Lin Qingyu’s Weibo too, but there was nothing there.
Lin Mengxing sneered, “She blocked you, didn’t she?”
Sheng Mingyang was stunned and furious, but before he could say anything, a call came in.
He answered right away.
“Young master, hurry back. Madam’s lawyer is here to settle her estate.”
Sheng Mingyang shot Lin Mengxing a deep, piercing look, then dashed out without another thought.
Seeing Sheng Mingyang flee in a panic, Shen Yunyun immediately gave Lin Mengxing a thumbs-up. The older, the wiser.
“Is Lin Qingyu’s estate that big?” Shen Yunyun asked.
“Yeah, around seven or eight hundred million in total.”
Shen Yunyun: “...”
She hadn’t expected the Sheng family to be so wealthy.
She recalled that back when she was with the Qiao family, Qiao Zhenguo had been desperate to curry favor with the Shengs.
But even among the wealthy, there was a pecking order.
Families like the Qiaos were at the bottom of the elite ladder, only good for bowing and scraping at high-society gatherings.
She never imagined Lin Qingyu’s personal assets alone were this massive. Her husband’s must be even more.
The Sheng family really kept a low profile.
The top-tier Qiao family didn’t even get a seat at the table.
They chatted for a while before heading to bed.
While the two of them settled in for the night, the Sheng household was in chaos.
The lawyer handling Lin Qingyu’s estate spoke sternly: “Everything on this list is Ms. Lin’s premarital property. You must retrieve it all as soon as possible, or you’ll have to pay full compensation.”
The list included the jade jewelry and other treasures Lin Mengxing had taken—each piece a top-tier item.
There were also the pieces Sheng Sinian had bought for Lin Qingyu over the years, which added up to about two hundred million in total.
No one needed to tell the father and son where all those things had gone.
Lin Qingyu had definitely taken them.