Lin Xiang sat down on the sofa at the end of her bed, and Yun Yue handed her a contract, "Aunt Xiang, I can't take this share transfer agreement. It's too valuable."
Lin Xiang knew she wouldn't accept it, as her reaction was expected. Smiling, she said, "You sit, Auntie will explain slowly."
Yun Yue's hair was still wet, and droplets flowed down her strands, dampening her bathrobe.
She sat down, and Lin Xiang, holding a towel, gently dried her hair. Her movements were gentle, and her gaze was tender as she softly said, "Auntie doesn't have much to give you. I've been unwell and have kept it from them. The doctor told me I won't live past 50. Consider this share as a gift from me."
"Even if Auntie is no longer here, you'll have something to rely on."
"Don't worry, this is your share. Lin Xuanze's is no less than yours. He is impetuous with his work; you should help him out when he takes over the company."
