Early the next morning, members of the Zheng Family, led by Zhao Jinpeng and three other lawyers, came in a grandiose manner to the Lingfeng Hotel. There were nearly twenty or thirty people, young and old, almost crowding the presidential suite.
In addition to the legal heirs, there were Zheng Tianbai's ex-wife, former in-laws, former brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law and their children, current in-laws and current brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, Zheng Tianbai's siblings and their children. None of them looked very pleasant as they greeted Lu Qingqing with a forced smile, uglier than a cry.
Who would be pleased to see someone dividing their estate, especially when they are not related by blood?
A woman of about thirty years of age, graceful in figure and elegant in appearance, Yang Ying, was more sociable as she held the hand of her eight-year-old son, Zheng Wan, warmly greeting Fu Yisheng and Lu Qingqing, and introducing herself.
