But they couldn't tell anyone, let alone call the police. They had just held Lin Qingyu's funeral, and everyone knew she was dead. Since she was dead, where could her belongings go? If they claimed she had transferred them beforehand, who would believe them? After discussing it, the father and son decided to let the matter rest rather than report it to the police or compensate out of their own pockets. If they really called the police and the cops found out they used a 3D-printed model for Lin Qingyu's funeral, the fallout would be far worse. "Why is she doing this to us? What did we ever do to wrong her?" Sheng Mingyang said indignantly. Sheng Sinian furrowed his brow slightly. "We did all this to force her to show up. Now that she's finally appeared, we can't let her slip away." "My people are tailing her. Is she really my mom? But the way she looked at me had no warmth at all—you can't fake that. Mom never looked at me with such cold eyes. Could she be some child Mom had outside, coming back to fight for the inheritance?" Sheng Mingyang still found it hard to believe. "I'm certain it's her. After more than twenty years of marriage, how could I not recognize her?" Sheng Sinian was adamant. "Then why does she look so young?" "She must have stumbled upon some incredible opportunity." Sheng Sinian recalled the rejuvenation pill he had heard about. Could it really have such miraculous effects? "You've been in contact with Qiao Shiyue for so long—didn't you ask her how she went from looking twenty to seventeen?" Sheng Mingyang was utterly exasperated. "That was just makeup. There's no such thing as a youth-restoring miracle drug. Aren't we supposed to be talking about Mom? Are you saying that Lin Mengxing is really my mom? Then what exactly is she up to? Dressing up like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl—what's her game? She's not planning to cuckold you, is she?" Sheng Sinian's face twisted instantly. "Impossible." "She doesn't even acknowledge me anymore. What else is she capable of? She donated all the inheritance without a second thought for us. That's eight hundred million." Just thinking about eight hundred million being given away so casually made Sheng Mingyang's heart ache. He had long considered everything in the Sheng family as his own—whether it was his father's or his mother's, it was all meant to be his. Sheng Sinian didn't want to hear Sheng Mingyang's rambling anymore. He kicked him out of the study and sat behind the desk, his face contorted with rage. His mind was consumed by Sheng Mingyang's words: was she planning to cuckold him? Impossible. She loved him so much, giving up her career for him, willingly staying behind him. How could she even think of cuckolding him? She was devoted to him heart and soul—there was no way she would do such a thing. He had only failed to resist temptation and strayed outside, but he had never considered divorcing Lin Qingyu, nor would he. Because Lin Qingyu brought him good fortune. Over the years, everything had gone so smoothly for him, almost unbelievably so, and he had to believe it was because of Lin Qingyu's luck. He had even consulted a master, who said that to keep the Sheng family prosperous, Lin Qingyu had to remain firmly in the position of Mrs. Sheng. If Lin Qingyu died of illness, they would have to trap her in this villa. Otherwise, once Lin Qingyu left the Sheng family, the family would quickly decline. How could he let her go? To put it bluntly, Lin Qingyu had to be his in life and his in death—a Sheng family ghost.