Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

Shen Yu felt as if he had been petrified, his facial expression was stiff, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were not blinking.

My heart felt like it had been clenched tightly by an invisible hand, then abruptly released, the rush of blood bringing a numbing, stinging pain...

20? His aunt didn't even know? He secretly saved it? For himself? And the password was even his birthday?

Lin Anran, standing to the side, was also stunned...

Shen Yu's grandfather... left him an inheritance of 20 yuan?

But...didn't they break off their relationship?

As far as she knew, Shen Yu and his grandfather hadn't been in contact for a long time.

"Thirdly..." Attorney Chen's voice pulled Shen Yu back from her turbulent thoughts:

"Mr. Shen Dekun specifically stated that some of his personal belongings, including several old photo albums and an old-fashioned pocket watch, were entrusted to me by him to be handed over to Mr. Shen Yu after his death. Among them is a letter that Mr. Shen wrote to you in his own handwriting."

letter...

Grandpa wrote him a letter.

Shen Yu suddenly raised her head and looked at the lawyer.

Attorney Chen nodded and took out another ordinary white envelope from the file bag. The envelope was not sealed, but it looked rather thick.

"Mr. Shen specifically requested that this letter be delivered to you personally. He said..."

"...There are some things I didn't say back then, but I'm making up for it now...it's all written in the letter."

Shen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt a tightness in his throat, as if something was blocking it...

Does "back then" refer to the day he was kicked out of his grandfather's house?

To make up for... to make up for what? An apology? An explanation? Or... a final verdict?

Attorney Chen closed the document and continued:

"Regarding the execution of the will, Ms. Shen Wenhui is aware of her inheritance of the property and has no objection. As for your portion, Mr. Shen specifically instructed that he would contact you after the seventh day after his death to handle the relevant procedures and handover of your belongings. This is why I am only contacting you today. Today is the second day of Mr. Shen's seventh day after his death. Mr. Shen hopes to minimize unnecessary trouble as much as possible."

Although Shen Yu was listening quietly, his mind was already a mess, a jumble of emotions, speculations, and long-buried memories...

"Here is a copy of the will and related documents; you may take a look."

Attorney Chen handed over the few pages of paper and the white envelope:

"Regarding the inheritance of the 200,000 yuan deposit, you will need to provide identification, proof of kinship with the testator, and other materials. After completing the relevant procedures, the funds will be transferred to this designated bank card, which is here. As for those personal belongings..."

He pointed to the dark, old wooden box beside him and said, "I've brought it, and I can hand it over to you now. Also, Mr. Shen's funeral was handled entirely by Ms. Shen Wenhui; the cremation was completed three days ago, and Ms. Shen Wenhui took the ashes with her..."

"However, Mr. Shen mentioned in his will that you are not required to attend any form of memorial service..."

Every word was like a cold stone, striking Shen Yu's heart...

Shen Yu gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and placed them on his lap.

Lin Anran sensed Shen Yu's emotional change, and she gently placed her hand on the back of his hand, trying to comfort him...

Shen Yu took the stack of documents and the envelope, as well as the bank card.

His hands trembled slightly, and he could barely hold these things.

Lin Anran listened from the side, her heart clenching with anxiety.

Looking at Shen Yu's pale face, trembling hands, and the old man the lawyer had mentioned who had quietly arranged everything in the final moments of his life, she felt a lump in her throat...

"I...I understand." Shen Yu finally found her voice, but it was terribly hoarse:

"I'll prepare the materials as soon as possible. I'll accept the items for now."

"OK."

Attorney Chen nodded, stood up, and took out several more documents that needed Shen Yu's signature and a materials preparation checklist from his briefcase, placing them on the coffee table.

"These are the documents that need your review and signature. Please contact me once you have the materials on the list ready. My contact information is above. If there are no further questions, I will take my leave now. Please accept my condolences."

After Shen Yu signed the document, he stood up, but his posture was a little unsteady. Lin Anran quickly stood up as well and helped him up by the arm.

Shen Yu looked at Attorney Chen and nodded: "Thank you for coming. I'll take you."

"No need to be so polite, please wait a moment." Attorney Chen waved his hand, picked up his briefcase, nodded slightly, and turned to walk towards the door.

Shen Yu still insisted on seeing him to the door and watching him enter the elevator.

Shen Yu stood at the door for a while before slowly turning around.

Lin Anran stood not far behind him, her hands nervously clasped in front of her, her eyes fixed on him.

There was worry and fear in it, but more than anything, there was a silent companionship and support.

Shen Yu's gaze swept across the coffee table... on which lay a copy of the will, documents, bank cards, the old wooden box, and... the white, unsealed envelope.

He walked back to the coffee table step by step, bent down, and first picked up the wooden box.

He gently unfastened the clasp, revealing several old photo albums filled with pictures of him and his grandfather from his childhood, along with a brightly polished old pocket watch, all neatly arranged.

He glanced at it only once before closing the lid.

Then, he took a deep breath before reaching out and picking up the white envelope.

This must be... Grandpa's last letter.

He stared at his grandfather's familiar yet slightly trembling handwriting on the envelope—"To Shen Yu"—for a long time.

Finally, with slightly trembling fingers, he pulled the few thin sheets of paper from the envelope.

The letter paper was the old-fashioned kind, already a bit yellowed. It was written by my grandfather with a fountain pen, the handwriting was a bit messy, and the ink was uneven in some places.

Xiao Yu, by the time you read this letter, Grandpa will probably be gone.

There are some things I couldn't say back then, and didn't dare to say. They've been bottled up in my heart for so many years, but now I can finally write them down.

First of all, Grandpa wants to apologize to you. I'm sorry, back then Grandpa deliberately kicked you out, said the most hurtful things in front of everyone, and severed ties with you.

You must really hate your grandfather.

But Grandpa can't do anything about it. Your father deserved what he got. You did the right thing. Grandpa isn't confused. I'm more disappointed in you than anyone else, and I'm angrier than anyone else!

But Grandpa has been sick for a long time and doesn't have many years left to live. He can't protect you for long. After I die, your father will also be gone. Your aunt won't be able to take care of you or give you any money.

That's why I kicked you out of the house and severed ties with you, putting on a show for your aunt. Only in this way could I secretly leave you something without arousing her suspicion or being taken by her.

This money is what your grandfather saved up little by little over the years from his pension and the living expenses your father used to give him. He also sold some valuables and scraped together about 200,000 yuan to leave to you.

Your aunt doesn't know about this money. It's not much; it's a small token of my grandfather's appreciation.

Take this, don't tell your aunt, keep it for yourself, and live a good life from now on.

Your mother is a good woman; it's our Shen family that has wronged her. Grandpa has always been satisfied with her as his daughter-in-law.

Xiao Yu, Grandpa knows you've had a tough time these past few years. You must have suffered a lot living alone out there.

The people I've wronged the most in my life are you and your mother.

You didn't raise your father well, which led to your mother's death and broke your heart.

I've owed you this apology for so many years.

It might be too late to say this now.

From now on, I will live a good life, peacefully and healthily.

Grandpa has always loved you.

—Shen Dekun's last words