Fake daughters are wealthy

Then he turned his head and looked at his elder brother: "90 is also the age of knowing the destiny. It is not certain whether we will live to Dad's age in the future. Dad will not lose money in this life. Brother, do you think so?"

Nie Tao's back was covered in cold sweat, and he immediately understood what she meant.

Nie Qingru clearly told him that even if Old Master Nie died now, she would not be sad. After all, in her eyes, Old Master Nie should die at this age...

Nie Qingru wiped her hands with a clean white handkerchief, then threw the handkerchief into the trash can beside her feet, and said in a rambling voice, "I want the Nie family to come forward to find someone."

Nie Tao reacted: "But this time is not suitable..."

"Brother, I'm not asking the Nie family to find someone, but to inform you." Nie Qingru was as strong as ever.

She looked at the middle-aged man with an unsteady expression, stood up and continued, "In order to let me continue to protect the Nie family, you did not hesitate to give birth to a young brother at the age of 60 through the medical method of freezing eggs, so that I can be hugged." I raised him as a son. He also promised me that everything in the Nie family will belong to him in the future! Now is the time for you to fulfill your promise."

Not many people in the Nie family knew about Nie Qixing's origin, and some even speculated that Nie Qixing was Nie Qingru's illegitimate son, but Mrs. Nie put it under his name in order to cover up the scandal for her.

Who would have thought that the truth of the matter would be worse than this!

When Nie Tao saw her revealing the words in front of his frail old father, he knew that she was serious. Thinking of his equally excellent son, he was unwilling to give up the position of heir just like that.

He took a step forward: "Qingru, we don't ignore him. He is also my brother who is connected by blood, but this time is too sensitive and not suitable..."

A glance from Nie Qingru made him stop.

Nie Tao took a deep breath, shocked by the murderous look and indifference in that look, and afraid that he would irritate her if he continued.

Nie Qingru said, "I'm not here to listen to excuses."

"But…"

"The Nie family still wants to rely on me to secure a top position in the Hermit Family, so it's best to do as I say."

Nie Qingru gathered up the shawl on her body, very loosely: "Brother, my patience is limited. You know I can do anything!"

Nie Tao looked up at her nervously.

Seeing that Nie Qingru didn't have the slightest emotional ups and downs on his face, but only boundless shadows, he couldn't help being shocked, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.

The palms were sticky with sweat.

He looked at the old father on the bed again as if asking for help: "Dad, I will listen to you."

"Hey, stop arguing." Old Mrs. Nie struggled to sit up: "Qing Ru, he is your elder brother after all."

This time Nie Qingru stood by his bed and watched him struggle to sit up but remained indifferent, not giving any hand.

Instead, he watched Old Master Nie, who was trying to persuade her, with mocking eyes, and said slowly, "Dad, don't you remember the things that the Nie family and you have done to me?"

Old Mrs. Nie was shocked: "You, you..."

Nie Qingru picked up the folds on the clothes, and swept over the two of them: "Qixing must be the heir of the Nie family, and you must rectify his name immediately."

"..." Mrs. Nie and Nie Tao couldn't refuse under her coercive momentum.

Mainly they were also afraid of Nie Qingru.

If they weren't afraid of Nie Qingru, Mrs. Nie wouldn't have given birth to a young son at the age of 60 in order to control her emotionally.