The Song family.
Song Shize, Song Shikang, and Song Qingquan, the three brothers, had all returned, and many other members of the Song family had also rushed over.
Old Man Song lay quietly on the bed.
He had already passed away.
"Dad, how could you leave just like that?"
"Dad—"
Song Shikang's wife entered the room and wailed loudly.
Song Shize frowned secretly. Who was she putting on this show for? She was the least filial daughter-in-law when his father was alive.
"Brother, I have a few words to say."
Song Shikang said in a deep voice.
"Speak,"
Song Shize nodded.
Song Shikang: "Dad was fine a few days ago. How could he suddenly collapse after such a short time? You were home more often. Did Dad have any abnormalities recently?"
Song Shize frowned and said, "I had something to do today and wasn't home."
"Brother, should we ask the family's nanny and doctor?"
Song Shikang inquired.
"Yes."
Soon, several nannies were called over, and two private doctors were also called over. They were all uneasy, as the Song family was a behemoth to them.
Would Old Man Song's death lead to them being held responsible?
Song Shize: "Tell me in detail about Dad's condition today. You must tell me about any doubts you have."
"Yes,"
The nannies and private doctors said in unison.
They spoke carefully, saying that everything was normal in the morning. Old Man Song even practiced Tai Chi.
"At noon… the old master didn't eat the dishes we made. He ate the dishes that Miss Wan'er had someone send over."
"The old master ate very happily,"
A woman who worked as both a nanny and a cook said.
Song Shikang quickly said, "What did you say? My dad ate something sent from outside at noon?"
The woman's face changed, and she said uneasily, "Yes, we tried to dissuade the old master, but he insisted on eating it. The dishes were sent by Miss Wan'er, and we thought there shouldn't be any problems."
Song Qingquan's face darkened.
"Third brother, what's going on?"
"Wan'er doesn't usually have much contact with the outside world. Why would she suddenly send food to Dad at this time?"
Song Shikang said doubtfully, "Don't misunderstand, I don't mean to question her. Dad's accident may not be because of this. I'm just trying to understand the situation."
Song Qingquan took out his phone.
He dialed his daughter Song Wan's number.
He had a house in the capital, and Song Wan lived there, not in the Song family's mansion.
Song Wan didn't know that her grandfather had suddenly passed away.
"Wan'er, did you send food to Grandpa?"
Song Qingquan inquired.
Song Wan said, "Dad, I sent a portion. Grandpa is very good to me, so I thought I'd share something delicious with him."
"Dad, does Grandpa want to eat more?"
"Should I send Grandpa one or two more portions?"
Song Qingquan was silent for a while and said, "Wan'er, Grandpa is gone. He has left us forever. Pack your things and go out. Someone will send you over."
Song Wan was stunned on the other end of the phone.
Her grandfather had passed away just like that?
"Impossible, this is impossible."
"Grandpa was fine a few days ago. How could he suddenly—"
Song Wan's face turned pale. Could it be that Grandpa ate the food she sent, and that dish wasn't suitable for her grandfather?
"Wan'er, don't think too much."
"Come over first,"
Song Qingquan finished speaking and hung up the phone.
"Third brother, go make a call and ask,"
Song Shize said to Song Qingquan.
Song Qingquan knew what Song Shize meant. Song Shize wanted him to ask if Lin Chen's dish had any adverse effects.
Song Shikang said, "Brother, third brother, is there something I don't know? Make the call here."
"Let's all listen."
Song Qingquan was originally going to make the call elsewhere, but after hearing Song Shikang's words, he dialed Lin Chen's number here: "Young Master Lin, is this a convenient time to talk?"
Lin Chen let Lin Xiaoqian play by herself for a while.
He went to the study.
Song Qingquan didn't even call him Brother Lin, so something was up.
He could hear that there were many people on Song Qingquan's side.
"Song, what's up?"
Song Qingquan said, "Young Master Lin, Wan'er had someone send a dish you made to my dad. My dad ate it at noon. Will this have any effect?"
Lin Chen: "No, absolutely not. If there were any effects, I would have told you in advance."
"Song, I'll come over."
"Before I come, can you please not move Old Man Song?"
Song Qingquan looked at Song Shize.
He had the speakerphone on, and Song Shize heard what Lin Chen said.
Song Shize said, "Young Master Lin, I am Song Shize. Before you come, I guarantee that I will not move my father's body."
"But the weather is hot, so we have to put my father's body in a freezer."
Lin Chen: "That's not a problem."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Chen muttered to himself: "Song Wan involved Song Qingquan, my dish involved me, and Song Shize, as the head of the family, didn't fulfill his responsibility to take care of Old Man Song when he suddenly died."
"A triple play."
Lin Chen went to the living room and shouted, "Qianqian, stop doing that, come and help Dad pack his suitcase. Dad is taking you on a plane."
"Dad is taking you on a trip."
The bump on Lin Xiaoqian's forehead hadn't healed yet. He massaged Lin Xiaoqian, which could give him a lot of ancient medical experience.
Time was tight, and there was no time to send her to her grandparents.
Old Man Song was dead, and his body was lying there.
"Okay,"
Lin Xiaoqian ran happily towards Lin Chen.
Lin Chen took out his suitcase, and he cleaned up the things he needed to bring for Lin Xiaoqian. There were many things to bring when a child went out, and he didn't know how many days this trip would take.
Five minutes passed.
The system's voice sounded in Lin Chen's mind: "Host, Lin Xiaoqian helped you organize your suitcase, the system space has increased, and the system space has been upgraded to two thousand cubic meters."
Lin Chen was stunned.
"System, what is the increase rule?"
System: "Host, the system space is upgraded, not by time but by times, increasing by one thousand cubic meters each time. There are one to three upgrade opportunities per year."
"Deliberate actions will not gain such opportunities."
Lin Chen became aware of the system space.
The system space had doubled in size, so awesome.
One thousand cubic meters was not small, now two thousand cubic meters. In the future, his system space could become even larger.
The system space was his trump card!
His various skills, including the Tai Chi secret method, were not too heaven-defying. The system space was the most heaven-defying.
Because he knew this was important, and letting people know about it would have serious consequences, Lin Chen usually didn't use it much.
"One to three times a year, averaging twice, the system space could reach tens of thousands of cubic meters in five years."
Lin Chen smacked his lips secretly.
Ten thousand cubic meters could easily hold one hundred thousand small drones. If they were all released, they would blot out the sky.
"Daddy, isn't Mommy coming with us?"
Lin Xiaoqian asked in a childish voice.
Lin Chen squatted down and sorted things: "Mommy is busy. Qianqian, what toys do you want to bring? Go get them quickly."
"We have to hurry up and pack up to leave."
Lin Xiaoqian ran to get her toys.
Lin Chen dialed Xu Mengyao's phone: "Wife, I'm taking Qianqian to the capital. Old Man Song suddenly died."
"Ah?"
Xu Mengyao was stunned on the other end of the phone.
"Husband, someone has to go to the funeral for Old Man Song, but is it that urgent?"
Lin Chen: "Old Man Song ate the dish I made before he died."
"Song Wan had someone give it to him."
Xu Mengyao's face changed.
"Husband, I feel like something is wrong with this matter."
Lin Chen said, "If you think something is wrong, then there is most likely some problem with this matter."
"I won't talk to you anymore, we have to leave immediately."
Just as Lin Chen hung up the phone, his phone rang again.
It was an unfamiliar number.
Scam calls couldn't get through to his phone, Lin Chen answered, and someone on the other end of the phone said, "Mr. Lin, I am Old Man Song's lawyer, I need to see you."
"Old Man Song left a will."
