But continuing like this now seemed difficult.
He should wait until fully recovered as the doctor said, but he couldn't accept the timeline. Today was a follow-up, and the hospital had called.
But it was always the same advice, the same medicine.
He could just buy it himself without the consultation fee.
Ji Xingzhi picked up dumbbells, then put them down. Each weighed thirty kilograms. Since the accident, he had come to love the feeling of controlling his body.
So every morning before getting up, he did a couple of reps.
Multiple sets? No. He wasn't that eager to die.
He Mingqiao knocked and entered. "You contacted a lawyer, right?"
Ji Xingzhi nodded. "Has he arrived?"
He Mingjiao shrugged. Every time he asked this, he got evasive answers.
Wasn't the fact that he was hiring a lawyer the most important thing now?
Ji Xingzhi knew he couldn't hide it. Even if he didn't say, once the will was made, He Mingqiao, as his partner, would find out.
"I drafted a will."
He Mingqiao had guessed, so he wasn't surprised. "The doctor didn't say all hope is lost."
Ji Xingzhi scratched his head. The hair at his temple was uneven—usually obscured, but now obvious.
"With brain issues, who knows?"
The key was, after this accident, Ji Xingzhi learned, "Life is unpredictable. It's always best to be prepared."
He Mingqiao admitted he had a point, and knew Ji Xingzhi was stubborn, not easily swayed.
But it still felt uncomfortable.
Ji Xingzhi was still young, making a will so early. Psychological cues aren't good for recovery.
The lawyer had arrived. He Mingqiao had the secretary ask him to wait outside.
Coffee and some small cakes were served.
It was easier for Ji Xingzhi to go out than for the lawyer to come in.
At the milky-white table, Ji Xingzhi had a glass of water. "The lawyer understood my requirements over the phone, right?"
Lawyer Zhang had heard of Ji Xingzhi—a man in his thirties who built his own company. A pity, at such a young age.
"The will is valid for three years?"
"I'm not that close to dying."
Ji Xingzhi had been on the battlefield before; he wasn't afraid to mention death.
The lawyer was startled.
"Sorry, that's what I heard. Ah, no, no. What's your physical condition?"
The doctor said ten years to be safe, but who knew? He Mingqiao often said he left the hospital too early, went out in the wind, and forced recovery exercises—all suicidal.
Five years?
Ji Xingzhi narrowed his eyes. Better make it ten.
He had a lot to do. Five years wasn't enough.
"Actually, I called you here for property notarization and some share terms."
Ji Xingzhi roughly calculated the shares in his mind, then stood up and paced nearby.
The lawyer picked up his pen.
"Thirty percent of the cash goes to the children of fallen soldiers I've carefully evaluated."
Those he knew, those he learned about along the way.
Excluding those already adults, he had a list, ready to be recorded.
"Twenty percent goes to He Mingqiao."
He was his friend, for taking care of him after the accident, handling his affairs after death, and most importantly, overseeing the support for those soldiers' children.
He didn't trust charities.
As for the rest, Ji Xingzhi sighed. His eyes went from bright to indifferent.
He smiled weakly, realizing he couldn't let go. "...The remaining fifty percent, liquid and real estate, goes equally to my wife and son."
If he could, he'd leave it all to Ji Yanyi as compensation.
But without giving to Bo Xin,
his son, the fool, wouldn't be able to hold onto the wealth.
Lawyer Zhang paused. Ji Xingzhi was not flashy or gossipy. His marriage, they only knew, was to the daughter of former capitalists.
They assumed life was happy.
But who knew Ji Xingzhi would have this attitude when announcing his will?
Curious, but as a lawyer, he maintained professionalism and didn't pry.
"Is there anything else?"
Ji Xingzhi took a deep breath. His heart pounded uncomfortably. He Mingqiao had mentioned a strange child in the house.
Perhaps it was a friend's child visiting.
But Bo Xin had few connections, aside from tenants, even fewer on the phone.
A friend who would visit and bring a child?
Ji Xingzhi racked his brain but couldn't recall anyone.
More importantly, the name Jiang Yuxu seemed oddly familiar.
He had definitely heard it somewhere.
Lawyer Zhang spread the documents before Ji Xingzhi, who signed and sealed them.
The process was smooth.
Lawyer Zhang pushed open the glass door. Ji Xingzhi called out from behind, "Actually, wait a bit."