BOSS, Luck is Coming!

"President Yin, there is a lawyer who wants to see you." Zuo Cheng insider reported to Yin Shu.

"lawyer?"

"He said he was commissioned by Mr. Zhao Song."

"Let him come up."

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked into the office under the leadership of Zuo Cheng.

"Hello, Mr. Yin, my surname is Zhang, and I am a lawyer from Anxin Firm."

"What is Zhao Song looking for?" Yin Shu asked without raising his head.

Attorney Zhang replied: "Mr. Zhao Song passed away two days ago. He made a will and appointed you as his inheritor."

Yin Shu raised his head: "He died?"

"Yes." Attorney Zhang continued, "Mr. Zhao was very old, weak and seriously ill. He died at 13:55 on April 21st without a doctor."

Yin Shu was silent for a moment and said, "I don't want his inheritance."

Attorney Zhang seems to have expected him to say this a long time ago, and there is no surprised expression on his face: "Mr. Zhao said, one of his inheritance is left to you by your biological parents."

Two sharp eyes shot at Lawyer Zhang, staring at him for a while.

Yin Shu got up and walked around the desk, walked to the sofa, and said to Lawyer Zhang: "Sit down and announce the will."

Attorney Zhang took a seat cautiously, took out several documents from his briefcase, and read them one by one.

Zhao Song’s legacy to Yin Shu includes all his deposits, 5% of the original shares of Chaoyuan Enterprise, three properties in City A and City H, and a key to a safe.

"The key to the safe?" Yin Shu keenly realized that this key was probably left to him by his biological parents.

"According to Mr. Zhao, what is stored in this safe are the relics left by your biological parents." Attorney Zhao said, "Mr. Zhao has only two requests. One is to ask you to accept this will, and the other is to let you Arrange the funeral for him."

Yin Shu thought for a long time, and said: "I understand, as he wishes."

The next day, Yin Shu ordered Zhao Song's body to be taken out and held a simple and solemn funeral in the funeral home. There were not many of the Zhao Minghui generation from the Zhao family, and there were very few relatives and friends who came to mourn.

Standing in the empty and deserted mourning hall, Qi Yi felt very desolate. He didn't know how Zhao Song felt when he saw such a scene. His gaze fell on the group of ghosts next to the photo, and it appeared and disappeared, as if it would disappear at any time.

Immediately, Qi Yi heard a low sigh from the ghost: [Zhao's family fell into such a field, but also took the blame, and couldn't blame others. 】

"Tired?" Yin Shu asked Qi Yi.

"It's okay." Qi Yi said, holding his hand. "Let's go eat something first."

"Ok."

When the two were about to leave, Zhao Song's ghost shadow trailed behind them.

Qi Yi stopped and suddenly turned around and said, "Mr. Zhao, do you have anything else to say to Yin Shu?"

Zhao Song was obviously taken aback, he didn't expect Qi Yi to see him at all.

"Is he there?" Yin Shu asked.

Qi Yi nodded, took Yin Shu to the side to sit down, and said in a certain direction: "I can see you, Mr. Zhao, come and talk."

Zhao Song floated over hesitantly, but did not dare to get too close. He looked at Yin Shu and Qi Yi, and asked the first question.

"He asked us what is the relationship." Qi Yi relayed.

"Lovers, we are lovers." Yin Shu held Qi Yi's hand tightly and answered without hesitation.

After a while, Qi Yi said to Yin Shu again: "He asked why you are looking for a man?"

[You obviously promised me to leave a trace of blood to the Zhao family! ] Zhao Song's ghost was rolling and tumbling, and he was very emotional.

Qi Yi told the truth.

Yin Shu replied: "What I promised will be done."

[Minghui is dead, Zhao Jun is in jail, you are the only one left in the Zhao family, but if you are with this man, how can you keep your promise? 】

"I don't have my surname Zhao for a long time. Even if I get married and have children like a normal person, I won't be left with the blood of the Zhao family."

Zhao Song slumped, the ghostly shadow faded, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

"However, the blood of the Zhao family has not been cut off."

【What's the meaning? 】

"Why do you think he would go to jail?" Yin Shu replied, "He is lustful, and one of the girls he played with gave birth to a child for him. That girl actually loves Zhao Jun very much, but Zhao Jun never took it. She took it to heart."

Zhao Song was shocked.

Yin Shu continued: "I left a sum of money for the girl and arranged for her a new identity to send her to live in another place. She is a good girl. If it weren't for Zhao Jun, she wouldn't have left her hometown now. Child. Under her upbringing, he should be able to grow up healthily. If he wins, he might do something else."

Zhao Song's ghost shuddered slightly, but this time it was not because of anger, but because of excitement.

The older generation attaches great importance to the inheritance of blood. In their eyes, it is a heinous thing to cut off one's sons and grandchildren. Now that he knows that the blood is still alive, he finally got it but wished that he could rest in peace.

"He wants to see that kid." Qi Yi told Yin Shu of Zhao Song's last wish.

"I have a picture of him." Yin Shu took out his phone and clicked on the photo album. A five or six-year-old boy appeared on the screen. He had big eyes, crystal clear like gems, smiling happily in the sun. Like a carefree little angel.

【What's his name? 】

"Zhao Pu'an." Simple and peaceful, representing the mother's expectation of him.

Zhao Puan... Zhao Puan... Zhao... Park... An... good name, good name.

Qiyun, no, Yin Shu, thank you. One last thing to tell you is that Minghui left a fortune in his lifetime, which he hid in the basements of the three properties I gave you. The key to open the basement is in the safe where your parents' belongings are kept.

Leaving this sentence, Zhao Song's ghost spirit gradually disappeared into the air, and finally left in his memory, it was Yin Shu and Qi Yi standing side by side. He seems to have realized that these two people...

Seeing a look of surprise on Qi Yi's face, Yin Shu couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

Qi Yi turned his head and smiled at him: "I want to congratulate you, you are about to win the gambling contract with Shao Rong and the others."

After dealing with Zhao Song's funeral, Yin Shu took Qi Yi to the corresponding bank to open the safe.

After completing a series of procedures, Yin Shu finally successfully took out the relics of his biological parents from the safe. It was a wooden box with exquisite carvings. It was quite heavy and he didn't know what was inside.

Yin Shu's complexion was tense, as if a little nervous.

Qi Yiwen said: "Open it and take a look."

Yin Shu nodded, carefully and carefully opened the wooden box. In the box, three things are placed side by side, one gold brick, one uncut jade, and one inkstone.

"Cai" is engraved on the gold bricks, "Pin" is engraved on the jade, and "Knowledge" is engraved on the inkstone. This is the rule left by the ancestors of the Zhao family. Every Zhao family must leave these three things for future generations, symbolizing wealth, morality, and knowledge. But this rule was gradually forgotten after three or five generations, and the descendants of the Zhao family no longer followed it. Only the line of Yinshu has always retained this tradition, and it has persisted for hundreds of years until now.

Qi Yi faintly understood that this should be the reason why Yin Shu has such a strong luck. Although he has endured hundreds of years of grievances, he has also received hundreds of years of blessing. Coincidentally, the name given to him by his biological parents is also a homonym for Qiyun, "Qiyun."

Yin Shu is probably the only person in this world who has both extreme luck in life and death. No wonder he can always get a chance in the dead, because he has the double blessings of the Zhao family and the Yin family. Although life is hard, he is very tough. Qi Yi felt that even if he left him in the future, he should be able to continue walking.

In the end, Yin Shu found three keys in the wooden box, which are probably what Zhao Song said to open the basement.

Yin Shu properly stored the relics of his parents in the safe at home, and planned to wait a hundred years for him to choose a good descendant of the Yin family as his successor. He has never thought of surrogacy. To him, Qi Yi is all he has. He doesn't need to create offspring in order to continue the bloodline. Moreover, his ghostly gas is not suitable for childbirth, but Qi Yi can consider it. However, he prefers to be the only one of Qi Yi. Anything that might distract Qi Yi's attention is unwelcome.

A month later, Yin Shu took Qi Yi to obtain the wealth and won the gambling contract by the way. He received a textile factory, a piece of Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain, and a luxury cruise ship from Rong Zhen, Jiang Xuan, and Lu Ze. Seeing those three guys wailing again and again, Yin Shu rarely generously gave Zhao Minghui's wealth to them, leaving nothing behind.

Qi Yi roughly estimated that the total value of that wealth was probably more than 150 million yuan. This gift is really a generous gift. However, what Yin Shu has gained is a stronger friendship among the three families of Rong, Jiang, and Lu.

"This matter is over. We are going to visit the Zhao family cemetery to resolve your ghostly spirit, right?" Qi Yi suggested.

"Okay." Yin Shu was in a clear mood, as if he had unloaded some burden on his shoulders, and he was relaxed.

The two followed the address, searching one by one. As Qi Yi had previously expected, there were not many ancestors of the Zhao family who could help Yin Shu resolve ghosts. In a few months, only 30 to 40% were resolved. But even so, it was enough for Yin Shu. The remaining ghost energy will soon be transformed by him a little bit and become a part of his luck. Although it is not lucky, it can make himself stronger.

In the future, only Yin Shu's share of teaching others, no one can take advantage of him.

"In a good mood?" Yin Shu saw Qi Yi smile brightly, and his eyes also showed joy.

"Yin Shu," Qi Yi said with a smile while hugging his waist, "Do you know what day it will be in five days?"

Yin Shu thought for a moment and asked, "What day?"

"You really don't know?" Qi Yi squinted.

"I don't know, you tell me." Yin Shu's eyebrows were smiling.

Qi Yi sternly accused: "You are too unqualified to be a boyfriend."

Yin Shu chuckled lightly, touched his head, and soothed: "I see, my dear little birthday star."

"Hehe." Qi Yi immediately opened his eyes and smiled, "I decided to invite you alone on my birthday."

"My pleasure."

Back home, Yin Shu received a call from Yin's mother: "I heard that Qi Yi's birthday is coming soon. Come back. We will hold a birthday party for him."

"No, we plan to live alone."

"You two guys are so tired." After a while, Yin mother suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "What gift are you going to give him?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, do you have any good suggestions?"

Mother Yin said in a tone of hate that iron cannot become steel: "You are really an elm head! Haven't you ever thought about asking Qi Yi to marry him after so long?"

With a move of Yin Shu's heart, a bright light flashed in his mind.

Yin's mother continued: "Although same-sex marriage contracts are not recognized in China, you can at least put on rings for each other and make a lifelong vow to become true partners."

Yin Shu's heart was pounding, and he was excited about the proposal to marry him.

He could no longer hear the words behind Mother Yin, and just said: "Thank you very much, Mom."

Hanging up the phone, Yin Shu turned his head and looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, his eyes soft and full of expectation.

Qi Yi, get married!