CHAPTER 239: 218: ENTRUSTED HER WITH THE INHERITANCE RIGHTS OF THE XU FAMILY

Shi Yin took a deep breath, greeted Xu Fan who was beside him, and then held the woman’s hand, disappearing from their sight.

As the people gradually walked away, Shi Beiming’s face did not show any excessive emotion, as if he was an insignificant person.

Seeing that Shi Beiming still seemed intent on continuing the conversation, Xu Fan quickly interrupted, speaking ahead of everyone: "Uncle, my father is waiting for you over there."

The reason for choosing to send him away at this moment was twofold. First, the atmosphere had grown unbearably stifling.

Second, Xu Fan really didn’t want to hear anything about work at this hour.

Xu Fan’s intention to dismiss him was too obvious, making Shi Beiming’s smile increasingly hard to maintain.

Suppressing the anger bubbling within him, his tone cooled significantly in an instant: "Alright, then carry on."

"Brother Fan, there were two big mosquitoes buzzing around just now, and it was so annoying to my ears," Jin Yunzhi complained, puffing his cheeks before Shi Beiming could even turn to leave, rolling his eyes right in front of them.

He wasn’t afraid of those two bad people anyway.

Only Brother Fan, with his good temper, would patiently say a few words to those bad people.

All those convoluted schemes were the most irritating.

Understanding the young man’s meaning instantly, Xu Fan couldn’t help but curve his lips and let out a chuckle: "Don’t worry, I’ll chase them away right now."

At those words, Shi Beiming’s face alternated between pale and livid, and he utterly lost any interest in staying.

He gave Shi Yaoyu, who was radiating a low mood, a sharp slap, and then walked away without looking back.

"Click—"

The lights in the hall suddenly went out.

On the ceiling above, a cosmic display of stars rippled with blue waves, as if in the midst of a galaxy.

The faint light cast upon the crowd formed thin halos, and the enchanting scenery immersed everyone into its splendor.

In the next moment, a circle of soft yellow spotlight suddenly illuminated the room.

A young woman emerged under the dazzling light, her porcelain-white fingertips delicately lifting the hem of her gown as she slowly came into view.

Her features were flawless. Beneath a pair of delicate brows lay her light coffee-colored eyes, as pure and profound as gemstones resting in the depths of the ocean.

The purity of her gaze, coupled with a subtle upward tilt enhanced by her eyeliner, blended into an astonishing allure—innocent yet seductive.

Her crimson lips were plump and glistening, resembling ripe peaches hanging from the branches of a small tree, tempting to be plucked.

A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the crystal-adorned hem of her gown, scattering shimmering rays of light with every curve, as if carrying the entire galaxy.

The twinkling crystals naturally led the guests’ gazes toward her attire.

Her sapphire-blue spaghetti strap dress featured a gradient of deep and light hues, designed with a fishtail silhouette and adorned with crystals.

Lightweight and flowing material draped over her ivory skin, framing her slender waist, which seemed too delicate to grasp, accentuating her graceful curves.

She was flawless in every way, leaving the hall in complete silence. The captivated guests were lost in her beauty, unable to recover their senses for a long time.

Until—

Xu Zhen, dressed in a Tang suit and leaning on a cane, stood beside the young woman, finally drawing the mesmerized guests’ attention away from her.

Xu Zhen clasped her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm, his face beaming with joy as he picked up the microphone: "Today is my granddaughter Yu Zhi’s nineteenth birthday."

As he spoke, all the lights in the hall burst back to life, and the stars on the ceiling ceased their shimmering motions.

When the applause from the crowd weakened, Xu Zhen cleared his throat and continued his speech.

This birthday banquet was not only to celebrate the young lady’s birthday and announce her identity; it also served as a subtle reminder to the attendees.

Even the term "granddaughter" was deliberately rephrased to remove the "step" implication, signifying their closeness.

Once his indirect hints had been sufficiently delivered, he exchanged a glance with Xu Changxiao, who handed him a folder.

"Little Zhi, this is a 30% equity transfer of Xu Family’s shares. Consider it as your birthday gift from Grandpa." Xu Zhen offered the document to her.

His expression remained kind as he firmly grasped her hands. His smiling eyes glistened with tears, his joy mingled with gratitude.

Joy at having found Little Wan’s child, and gratitude for having a few more years to provide this child with the family love she had never had.

The equity transfer share Xu Zhen presented caused the guests to collectively gasp.

With the vast Xu Family holdings, a 30% share was already enough to convene a board meeting to vote for the next chairman.

This move was tantamount to indirectly handing the Xu Family over to her, treating her as the heir.

"Grandpa, this is too significant," Yu Zhi protested softly, pushing the document back, her crimson lips tightly pressed together.

She knew that his gesture was meant to demonstrate to others how much he valued her.

But with two elder brothers above her, accepting this gesture seemed inappropriate, as she didn’t have the proper standing for such entitlement.

"Silly girl, what’s too significant or insignificant about it?" Xu Zhen pushed the document back into her hands.

Perhaps sensing her concern, he reassured her with a chuckle: "This is also your uncle’s wish. Just take it."

Yu Zhi hesitated for a moment, her lips moving subtly, but in the end, she didn’t decline in front of the crowd.

She bowed deeply: "Thank you, Grandpa."

Seeing this, Xu Zhen quickly helped her up, playfully scolding her with a glare, his smile unwavering: "You silly child....."

He tousled her hair slightly, picked up the microphone again, and offered some polite words encouraging the guests to enjoy themselves before preparing to lead her offstage to meet a few people.

But before he could take a step, a warm and elegant voice drew his attention: "Apologies for being late."

When a white-haired man, exuding a refined and composed aura, appeared before them, the guests around the hall couldn’t help but widen their eyes in astonishment, gazing at him in disbelief, even holding their breath.

Xue Xiongsen ignored the surrounding stares and walked straight to the stage. He first greeted Xu Zhen.

Then, he handed the gift box in his hand to the young woman: "Happy birthday. I had a last-minute meeting earlier, please don’t hold it against me."

Yu Zhi responded softly, and as she felt the weight of the rectangular brocade box in her hands, her delicate brows raised slightly.

She took Xu Zhen’s arm and habitually addressed him by his unique nickname: "Old man, let’s find somewhere else to talk."

"Alright." Xue Xiongsen, noticing the old man’s unsteady legs, quickly supported his other arm.

Under the subtle gazes from the crowd, they escorted him to the sofa on the right to sit down.