I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

Lin Ye should have gone back to his dorm to catch up on sleep.

The worst thing you can do on a night shift is not to rest after get off work, as this can easily lead to sudden death.

But he still didn't go back to the dormitory.

The sound of that nameless old grave in the West District from last night kept echoing in his mind.

Display case.

fake.

Not theirs.

Don't take it away.

These words buzzed in his ears like mosquitoes, and he couldn't shake them off.

He is unable to investigate at the moment.

There is no photograph of that tomb, and the name has been worn away by rain, so the system records may not match.

Uncle Zhao said that after Xiao Liu from the archives starts work, he will ask him if there are any old paper archives.

Lin Ye stayed in the guard booth and waited.

He sat in the chair, waiting while staring blankly at the notebook.

Unmarked graves in the western area.

The voice is weak.

It appears to have been forgotten.

The display case is fake.

He looked at the words "forgotten" and felt a little heavy-hearted.

He used to think that as long as the dead were buried in the cemetery, they would have a final resting place.

I've only just realized that's not the case.

Only when someone remembers you can you find your home.

No one remembers; the tombstone is just a stone.

When Uncle Zhao brought in the soy milk, he saw him staring blankly at the notebook.

"Kobayashi, what are you thinking about? Why do you look so gloomy?"

Lin Ye closed the notebook.

"Think about life."

Uncle Zhao put the soy milk on the table.

"Life is long, so stop overthinking, or you'll go bald."

Lin Ye subconsciously touched his hair; he had indeed been losing quite a lot of hair lately.

He immediately stopped thinking about life.

Around 10 a.m., several cars arrived at the entrance of Qingshan Cemetery.

When the first black minivan stopped, Lin Ye didn't think much of it.

When the second car stopped, he felt the scene was a bit formal.

When the third car stopped, he began to realize something was wrong.

When the fourth car door opened, a group of people in suits got out one after another, and Lin Ye finally understood.

This means an important person has come to pay respects at the grave.

Each of them held a white chrysanthemum in their hands, their faces were solemn, but their steps were steady.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was wearing a dark suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a gentle smile on his face.

Lin Ye didn't recognize him.

But it's obvious at a glance that this is someone he shouldn't mess with.

The door of the last car opened.

A young woman got off the bus.

She was wearing a black dress and holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

His face was slightly pale, and his lips were also pale, but his back was very straight.

A breeze blew past the cemetery entrance, and her skirt swayed gently.

She didn't look around or talk to anyone around her; she just looked up into the depths of the cemetery.

In that instant, a very inappropriate description popped into Lin Ye's mind.

This girl doesn't look like she's here to sweep the tombs.

Like someone coming to perform an autopsy.

Of course, he didn't dare say it.

The consequences of his recent remarks have become increasingly severe.

Uncle Zhao happened to be coming out of his office when he saw the group of people and slowed down a little.

"Kobayashi, register."

Lin Ye immediately sat up straight.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group walked to the window, speaking very politely.

"Hello, we've come to pay our respects to Mr. Gu Huaizhang."

Lin Ye opened the register.

"Family member's name".

Before the man could speak, the young woman behind him stepped forward.

Gu Wantang.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

Lin Ye looked up at her.

It's even more obvious when you look closely.

She is very beautiful.

But it's not the kind of beauty that Ning Zhi has, which is sharp and curious, nor is it the kind of beauty that Lu Zhixia has, which is calm and professional.

Gu Wantang possessed a cool and aloof beauty, like a piece of cold jade in a snow-capped mountain.

Lin Ye pushed the registration book over.

As Gu Wantang signed the document, the middle-aged man next to her glanced at her and smiled.

"Wantang, your assistant can handle these things."

Gu Wantang did not look up.

"I registered my grandfather's grave myself."

The smile on the man's face remained unchanged.

But Lin Ye clearly sensed that the smile was different from the one before.

After signing the document, Gu Wantang put the pen back.

Lin Ye glanced at the register.

Gu Wantang.

The three characters are written beautifully, with clean and powerful strokes.

Uncle Zhao whispered a reminder to Lin Ye.

"Qingcheng Gu Family".

Lin Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He had heard of the Gu family of Qingcheng.

I had heard about it on the news before.

Real estate, hotels, shopping malls, cultural investment, charitable foundations.

Anyway, they are all words that are far removed from him.

Even back when he passed by shopping malls owned by the Gu family, he only dared to go in to enjoy the air conditioning and use the restroom, but dared not eat inside.

too expensive!

Unexpectedly, the Gu family members are now standing in front of him, and they want to sign his registration book.

Life is strange sometimes.

He's a cemetery security guard, and lately he's been meeting people of increasingly higher social standing, yet his work environment hasn't changed at all.

Uncle Zhao led the Gu family towards the East District.

Lin Ye didn't need to follow.

But Gu had many family members, so Uncle Zhao turned around and called him.

"Xiaolin, you come along too and help guide the way."

Lin Ye didn't really want to go.

Dealing with wealthy families can easily lead to trouble.

Especially considering the current state of affairs at the Gu family's grave, it doesn't look like an ordinary tomb-sweeping ceremony at all.

But work is work.

He had no choice but to follow along with the walkie-talkie.

Mr. Gu Huaizhang's tomb is located in the inner part of the eastern district.

The tombstone was new, and a bouquet of flowers that wasn't completely dry was placed in front of it.

It's clear that the Gu family isn't completely without people visiting the graves.

At least the superficial aspects are quite good.

A group of people stood in front of the tomb, and the atmosphere instantly became somber.

The white chrysanthemum was put down.

The incense was lit.

Everyone had their heads down, their expressions solemn.

Lin Ye stood to the side, trying his best to think of himself as a tree.

Do not listen.

dont see.

In no mood.

But Gu's family members were speaking quite loudly.

It's hard for him not to listen.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group stood next to Gu Wantang, his voice gentle.

"Wantang, your grandfather just passed away, the house can't be in chaos anymore."

Gu Wantang looked at the tombstone without saying a word.

The man continued, "The will has already been published, and I'm just following the old man's wishes. You're still young, and the affairs of the shares and the group are too complicated for you to take over now."

Lin Ye's eyelids twitched slightly.

Just as I feared, this is exactly what happened.

Tomb sweeping is just the beginning.

The will is the real deal.

A middle-aged woman next to him also sighed.

"Wantang, everyone is doing this for your own good. You're a girl, holding so many shares; who knows how much trouble that will cause you?"

Another man chimed in.

"Yes. Your grandfather values ​​the stability of the Gu family the most, and he certainly doesn't want you to make things ugly for the family over a will."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye couldn't help but translate it in his mind.

For your own good, it means you shouldn't argue.

Taking care of the family and ensuring stability means we're in charge.

Don't make a scene as a family. If you keep causing trouble, it means you're being unreasonable.

The way the wealthy speak is indeed sophisticated.

Every sentence is grand and dignified, yet every word is piercing to the heart.

Gu Wantang never looked back.

She placed the white chrysanthemums in front of the grave, very gently.

"I want to see the original will."

The air was quiet for a second.

Lin Ye keenly noticed that Gu Mingyuan's smile paused for a moment.

very short.

It's so short that others might not even notice.

But now that Lin Ye has been dealing with money for a long time, he has become more sensitive to people's subtle reactions.

Gu Mingyuan quickly regained his composure.

"Wantang, the will has been read aloud by the lawyer, and the process is without problems."

Gu Wantang looked up at him.

"I want to see the original."

Gu Mingyuan sighed.

"You don't trust your uncle?"

Gu Wantang spoke calmly.

"I only believe my grandfather."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Gu family members around them turned somewhat unpleasant.

Someone frowned.

They exchanged glances.

Someone else whispered something.

"Why is this child so stubborn?"

Lin Ye stood not far away, looking down at the tips of his shoes.

He suddenly realized that this place was even colder than the West End.

The coldness in the West End is physical.

The coldness here is psychological.

Gu Mingyuan took a step forward, his voice still gentle.

"Wantang, your grandfather's biggest worry before he passed away was you. The money he left behind is enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. I will take care of the company's affairs for you."

Gu Wantang looked at him.

"Take care of it for me? What gives you the right to do that for me?"

Someone nearby immediately whispered a rebuke.

"Wantang, how dare you speak to your uncle like that?"

Gu Wantang ignored the man.

She just looked at Gu Mingyuan.

"I want to see the original will."

The gentle expression on Gu Mingyuan's face finally faded a bit.

"Are you really going to cause trouble at your grandfather's grave today?"

Gu Wantang suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint and cold.

"Uncle, it was you who called me here."

Lin Ye silently applauded her in his heart.

This girl doesn't talk much.

But every single sentence hit the nail on the head.

Gu Mingyuan was silent for a moment, then smiled again.

"Okay. You're in a bad mood right now, so I won't argue with you. We'll talk again once you've calmed down."

Gu Wantang picked up her bag.

"No need to wait. I'm calm."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

The Gu family members had various expressions on their faces.

Someone tried to stop them.

Gu Mingyuan raised his hand to stop him.

He stared at Gu Wantang's retreating figure with a deep look in his eyes.

But when he turned to face the others, his expression returned to its gentle state.

Lin Ye stood to the side, suddenly feeling a sense of absurdity.

Qingshan Cemetery is clearly a burial ground for the dead.

But sometimes, the living can be more fickle than the dead.

As the Gu family members left one after another, Gu Wantang passed by Lin Ye.

She paused for a moment.

Lin Ye stood up straight instinctively.

"Miss Gu, please take care."

Gu Wantang glanced at him.

That glance was very short.

It was as if it had swept him from head to toe.

"Are you on the night shift?"

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment.

"right."

"Is it tough working the night shift?"

This is a very ordinary sentence.

Like a casual, polite remark.

But hearing it from Gu Wantang's mouth, Lin Ye felt that it wasn't that simple.

He kept his expression steady.

"It's alright, I'm used to it."

Gu Wantang nodded.

"Hard."

After she finished speaking, she didn't stop and walked straight out.

Lin Ye stood there, and inexplicably broke out in a sweat.

Ning Zhi interrogates people based on their appearance.

Lu Zhixia appraises portraits.

When Gu Wantang looks at people, it's more like she's checking if they're useful.

If these women were all together, he felt he might not even have a chance to lie.

After the Gu family left, the East District returned to quiet.

The cemetery always looks more like a cemetery during the day than at night.

Lin Ye glanced at Gu Huaizhang's tombstone.

The old man in the photo has a deep and serious expression, and exudes a powerful aura.

Even a black and white photograph makes one feel that he was not someone to be trifled with during his lifetime.

A thought suddenly popped into Lin Ye's mind.

Would someone like that really leave a will that is so easily questioned?

At midnight, the answer to this question was found.

The East District was as lively as usual at first.

Old Li cursed his grandson.

Mr. Wei showed off his son's newly made paper TV.

Principal Chen pointed out that paper televisions cannot receive signals.

Old Ma insists that his revolving bottle will be recognized sooner or later.

Grandma Zhao said slowly, "There are quite a few people from the Gu family here today. It doesn't look like a tomb sweeping event, but more like a meeting."

Boss Wei immediately became interested.

"The Gu family? Those were the line of unlicensed taxis today?"

Old Li snorted.

"You may have money while you're alive, but you won't find peace even after you die."

Principal Chen said, "From the perspective of social relations, the disputes over the distribution of inheritance among high-net-worth families are often more complicated."

Boss Wei said, "Old Chen, can you stop making 'robbery' sound so elegant?"

Lin Ye sat in the security booth, initially just listening casually.

Then a strange and aged voice suddenly rang out.

"That beast Gu Mingyuan!"

The East District fell silent instantly.

It was really quiet.

Even Old Li didn't respond.

The voice trembled with anger, yet it was powerful, a typical tone of authority.

"When did I give him the shares?"

Lin Ye suddenly stopped writing.

Grandpa Gu.

Gu Huaizhang.

He spoke up.

At that moment, as he looked at the notebook, his heart began to beat faster and faster.

He knew that the original will that Gu Wantang wanted might really have a problem.

Tonight, however, things are destined to be anything but peaceful at Qingshan Cemetery.