"I can't accept this! I can't let Jianjun suffer for nothing. I can't let my inheritance fall into the hands of those unfilial sons!"
Old Mr. Gu looked at Wen Ning, his eyes brimming with pleading, and dropped to his knees with a thud.
"I know I shouldn't trouble you, but I'm just a weak, departed soul. I can't do anything except stand by and watch. Please help me. Help me get justice, let Jianjun have all my inheritance, and stop those two unfilial sons from coming back to snatch it away. Let me leave in peace and move on to reincarnation without regrets. Please!"
The old man's sobs sounded especially mournful in the shop. A lifetime of grievances, his love for his devoted son, and his disappointment in his unfilial sons had all become this final plea.
He had refused to go to the Underworld after his death not for his own sake, but only to ensure that his devoted second son received what he deserved.
Wen Ning listened quietly without interrupting, though his heart was already churning. As the saying went, you raised sons to support you in old age. Yet when you truly needed them, another saying came into play: even a devoted child would lose patience at a sick parent's bedside.
But the old man's second son, Gu Jianjun, had truly done everything a devoted son could do and deserved every reward. Those other two sons, who only knew how to fight over an inheritance and nothing of caring for their father, deserved not a penny.
Seeing the pleading in the frail old man's eyes, Wen Ning nodded solemnly, his voice firm but gentle.
"Old Mr. Gu, I promise. I'll help you get justice and make sure all your inheritance goes to your second son, Gu