Old Mr. Qin said to his sons and daughters, "I know what you all are thinking in your hearts. I haven't given you much, but I don't think I've given you too little either. Even if I don't give you a single cent, I don't feel I owe you anything. I don't have many days left to live, but you still have a long time ahead of you. If you're discontent and resent me or Qin Huai, that's up to you. Though I'm your father, I have no obligation to satisfy your greed. I know you won't be reconciled, you'll come up with ways to deal with Qin Huai, but it doesn't matter. Qin Huai can protect himself now..."
Old Mr. Qin turned to Qin Huai and said, "Qin Huai, after I die, if your uncles and aunts give you trouble, you don't need to consider blood ties or familial affection, understand?"
During the process of drafting the will, Qin Huai spoke very little. He kept his head down throughout, his eyes red, trying hard to restrain his emotions.
Qin Huai nodded, "Yes, Grandpa, I understand."
