Chapter 157: Chapter 157
On September 17th, the Leng Group officially issued an obituary.
Old Sir Leng passed away at 1:52 a.m. on the 16th.
His funeral will be held three days later at the largest funeral parlor in Qingzhou.
The news caused a sensation across all sectors.
The Leng family’s rise to power was far from honorable, but Old Sir Leng was a man of great cunning, maneuvering skillfully between legitimate and underground circles, cementing the Leng family’s unshakable position in Qingzhou.
Old Sir Leng had three sons. The eldest and most outstanding, Leng Yun, was paralyzed for life due to a car accident in his youth, which became Old Sir Leng’s deepest regret.
The second son, Leng Ming, was a shameless troublemaker, notorious in social circles.
The third son, Leng Hao, was adored by Mrs. Leng since childhood, grew up arrogant and domineering, equally unsuitable for major responsibilities.
With Old Sir Leng gone, the Leng family’s glory will be hard to sustain.
For now, however, the matter of succession is urgent, and speculation runs rampant.
The most popular candidate is the eldest grandson, Leng Yunyang, Leng Yun’s son. He is sixteen years old, a freshman at Lanya High School, with commendable academic performance—ranking within the top ten at Lanya High proves his intelligence far exceeds his peers.
Yet, even at a young age, Leng Yunyang has earned a reputation as a philanderer, switching girlfriends faster than he changes clothes, reflecting the fine traditions of the Leng lineage.
Another leading candidate is Leng Hao himself; after all, he has Mrs. Leng’s backing.
Now that Old Sir Leng is gone and Mrs. Leng is in charge, whoever she wants to rise to power is merely a matter of her word.
Rumors suggest that Old Sir Leng left behind a will, the contents of which are to be formally announced by a lawyer during the funeral.
Everyone speculates that the will likely addresses the matter of succession.
Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.
On this day, countless luxury cars made their way to the funeral parlor. Qingzhou’s political and business elites arrived to pay their last respects to Old Sir Leng.
A black sedan came smoothly to a halt at the funeral parlor entrance.
Upon seeing the license plate, Leng Hao immediately greeted with utmost respect.
"Governor Liu, Mrs. Liu, please, come in."
A tall and slender young man stepped out from the car, bent slightly as he exited.
All the guests observing solemnly remarked upon his distinguished appearance and gasped, "This must be Governor Liu’s son; he’s indeed as exceptional as the rumors say—a dignified presence and unmistakable nobility."
Liu Qingfeng and Helian Yu were dressed in somber black attire, their expressions solemn. Upon hearing the comments, they nodded lightly.
The young man followed closely behind his parents, entering the memorial hall.
All the way, the trio became a source of reverence and awe for the attendees.
The boy, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, stood tall and poised. Despite his young age, he was already almost as tall as his father, carrying an innate aura of authority and grace that commanded respect.
The deep black of his attire further accentuated his fair skin, and a pair of golden-framed glasses rested on his high nose bridge. From afar, he appeared even more refined and striking than his stern, upright father, evoking the imagery of a certain classical verse:
A gentleman, composed and polished, as if cut, as if filed, as if carved, as if refined.
Yet, beneath this peerlessly elegant façade, the young man exuded a remote and indifferent demeanor that kept outsiders at bay, resembling the cold moon hanging in the sky—admired from afar but never dared to approach.
Among the guests, many young women couldn’t help but become enraptured by the boy’s unparalleled looks and the golden halo of his status. Their hearts fluttered and their gazes burned with desire.
Alas, they could only dream. After all, Mrs. Liu was not someone to be trifled with.
The young man followed his parents into the memorial hall, performing the final courtesies to the deceased alongside them, while the Leng family descendants returned their respects in kind.
Throughout this process, the vast memorial hall was so silent that the sound of a pin drop could be heard.
In one corner, Qin Xiangge and Gao Yu’e stood quietly beside their parents, clad in black dresses.
Ahead of them were Jiang Shengyao and Lan Man, standing as mother and son.
Mrs. Leng, supported by Leng Hao, approached and said, "Mr. Liu, Mrs. Liu, I express my sincere thanks on behalf of my late husband for your kindness in coming to bid him farewell."
Liu Qingfeng gave a gentle nod and responded calmly, "My condolences, Madam."
Mrs. Leng dabbed at her tears with a handkerchief. "Before my husband passed, he left behind a will. I’d like to ask Mr. Liu and everyone present to witness its contents today."
Liu Qingfeng nodded approvingly.
Helian Yu’s lips curled slightly as her gaze swept over Mrs. Leng.
What an actress, this old woman.
It seemed today’s funeral certainly wouldn’t proceed peacefully.
She decided to simply sit back and watch them tear each other apart, reaping the benefits as a bystander.
Mrs. Leng gestured with her eyes, and the lawyer stepped forward to publicly announce the contents of the will left by Mr. Leng.
The most critical asset in Old Sir Leng’s possession—fifty-two percent of Leng Group’s shares—would determine who had the rightful claim to be the Leng family’s successor.