MTL - On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space-Chapter 695 Yuan Jia's death

  Chapter 695 The Death of Yuan Jia

   "Even if I let him out this time, he will go in again soon, and even make bigger mistakes and implicate more innocent people.

  It is your business that you dote on your son, but I will not repeat the same mistakes and make him a disaster for others. Instead of begging me here, you might as well think about your future path. You are still young, and you still have room to choose. Don’t block your own path. "

  Shao Lin was about to leave after finishing speaking, but suddenly thought of something, turned around and warned: "Don't harass Momo and Zhiqiu, or I will let you know how to write the word regret."

  Looking at Shao Lin's resolute and indifferent back, Yuan Jia fell to the ground like a pile of mud that had lost its skeleton, unable to recover for a long time.

   "Sister, have you seen your brother-in-law? What did he say?"

  As soon as he returned to his residence, Yuan Wei rushed forward to greet him.

  Yuan Jia shook his head feebly, "He refuses to save Yi'an."

   "What about my company?"

  Yuan Jia looked at Zier's younger brother mockingly, "He won't even save Yi'an, so why would he care about your company!"

Yuan Wei slumped down on the sofa, looking panicked, "What should I do then? My brother-in-law won't reach out. We're really done for this time. We've sold all the assets in the family, and there's not enough to pay off the debt. In the future, the life of this big family may become a problem."

   As he spoke, Yuan Wei looked up at the duplex apartment building.

   "Sister, let's sell this apartment. I've done the math. It's just enough to pay off the debt. Our whole family doesn't have to live in hiding from XZ."

   This duplex apartment building was given to Yuan Jia's mother and son by Shao Lin. I don't know if he forgot or missed the old relationship, but Shao Lin didn't send anyone to take it back.

"no!"

   Yuan Jia categorically rejected Yuan Wei's proposal.

  It's good that her son Shao Yi'an can come out, but since he can't, she has to plan for his son's future.

  Shao Yi'an was punished for several crimes and sentenced to six years in prison. He was already 25 years old when he came out.

  With this house, even if the son has a criminal record, he is not afraid that he will not be able to marry a wife. But if the house is gone, and the son has a criminal record and no skills, which girl would marry him?

  Yuan Jia is devoted to his son, and so is Yuan Wei.

  Because he didn't pay, the creditor **** his son and daughter, and threatened that if he didn't pay the money within half a month, he would sell him and his son and daughter abroad to pay off the debt!

  Yuan Jia also knew about this situation, but her own son was not as important as her nephew and niece.

   Besides, these years, she thinks she has helped the family enough. She has reached this age, and she has to plan for herself.

  Sheng Mi En fights Mi Qiu.

  At this moment, Yuan Wei didn't think about Yuan Jia's help to him in the past. He only saw Yuan Jia's refusal to reach out to save his children, and he couldn't help but feel resentment in his heart.

  —

   "Shao Dong, something happened."

  In the morning, Shao Lin was having a regular meeting when his assistant Liang Kuan suddenly came to whisper in his ear, "Yuan Jia is dead."

  Shao Lin was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to ask how he died. Liang Kuan had already informed him of his thoughts in advance, and he took the initiative to explain: "The preliminary judgment is that he committed suicide by throwing himself into the lake. There are suicide notes and shoes by the lake."

  Yuan Jia's death still had some impact on Shao Lin. He hastily ended the meeting, returned to the office, and learned about the incident in detail from Liang Kuan.

  Two days ago, Yuan Wei went to the Public Security Bureau to report Yuan Jia's disappearance, but the police didn't take it seriously and simply made a record.

  Early this morning, morning exercisers found something floating on the surface of East Lake. When they salvaged it, it was Yuan Jia.

  Because the temperature was too low, the body was frozen into popsicles, and it was difficult to determine the exact time of death. Later, the criminal investigators searched around the East Lake and found Yuan Jia's coat and shoes.

  There was a suicide note inside the jacket. In the suicide note, Yuan Jia stated that it was because she felt that she had harmed her son, and she was desperate and blamed herself for not wanting to live anymore.

   Interestingly, in the suicide note, Yuan Jia left the only real estate under her name to her younger brother Yuan Wei, and entrusted her son to Yuan Wei.

  "...The general situation is like this. The police initially determined that it was a suicide. The handwriting of the suicide note is being identified. It will take about one to two days to come out."

  Hearing this, Shao Lin frowned, "Did you not deal with Yuan Jia's apartment?"

  Liang Kuan was confused by Shao Lin's question, "You didn't say that..."

   Sensing Shao Lin's complexion getting darker, Liang Kuan immediately said: "Then I'll deal with it now, should it be transferred back to your name?"

   "Sell it, and transfer the rent to Momo. She bought a house and a car recently, so she probably doesn't have much money on hand. This house should belong to her."

"it is good."

  Yuan Jia lied to Shao Lin for twenty years, and Shao Lin almost hated her to death, so how could he give away an apartment building worth 100,000 yuan for nothing.

  If Yuan Jia and Yuan Wei hadn't jumped out, Shao Lin might have really forgotten about it.

  With Liang Kuan's presence, the apartment was quickly resold, and the money from the sale was directly transferred to Shao Mo's account.

  Shao Lin is a shrewd person. When he first presented the house as a gift, he asked a lawyer to write an agreement. The terms of the agreement clearly stated that the house was given to Yuan Jia's mother and son for free, and the occupants were not allowed to sell, transfer or mortgage it.

  In fact, the house has always been under Shao Lin’s name. It’s not that Yuan Jia doesn’t want to sell the house to save her nephew and niece, but she simply can’t sell it.

   On the other end, Yuan Wei was busy with the funeral affairs for his sister.

   There are countless cases like Yuan Jia's every year. The family members have no objection, and there are no other clues for the time being, so the Public Security Bureau hastily closed the case as suicide.

  Just as the police closed the case, Yuan Wei turned around and took Yuan Jia's body to the crematorium, as if he couldn't wait for a moment.

   When he held Yuan Jia's ashes and ran back to the apartment full of joy, preparing to inherit this property worth 100,000 yuan, he learned a piece of news that shocked him.

  House has been sold!

   "Sold? The house is mine, why are you selling my house!?"

   "Your house? What about the real estate certificate?"

  Yuan Wei immediately took out the suicide note written by Yuan Jia and opened it to the buyer of the apartment.

  After reading it, the buyer threw the suicide note back to him with a sneer, and then took out the house sales contract and Dahong's real estate certificate.

"See clearly, I bought the house from Mr. Shao for 90,000 yuan. I signed the contract in the morning and completed the transfer procedures in the afternoon. Now, the house is mine and the things inside are yours, right? I'll give you half a day, and if they haven't moved out tomorrow, I'll ask the cleaners to throw them all out."

  The buyer left after finishing his speech, but left a person here to watch Yuan Wei, lest he damage the house.

  The bamboo basket fetched water in vain. Yuan Wei looked at this retro and gorgeous apartment building and wanted to cry without tears. When he let go, the urn in his hand immediately fell to pieces.

   "Big sister, big sister! I was wrong, can you come back, big sister..."

  Yuan Wei knelt on the ground, holding the ashes and crying loudly, but no one knew what he was crying about.

  (end of this chapter)