The old man paused in his act of picking up food with his chopsticks and furrowed his brow. "You want my shares?" he asked.
Shen Qingrou nodded and said, "Since our family doesn't have any boys, your shares will eventually go to me and Qingxue. But since Qingxue is getting married soon and won't need them for a while, I thought..."
Shen Mu sneered, "Grandfather isn't even dead yet, and you're already plotting to take his shares?"
Shen Qingrou gave her an annoyed look. "Shut up," she said.
She turned to the old man and said, "Grandfather, didn't you say before that these shares would eventually go to us?"
The old man's expression soured. "I meant that when you two got married and had children, the shares would gradually be passed on to you."
Shen Qingrou grew anxious. "But what if I can't get married anytime soon? How long do you expect me to wait? I need the money now to expand my studio!"
