Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

It is a transfer of shares and property.

Ning Shen transferred all his shares in the Ning Group and all his assets in China and abroad to Ning Gui.

Ning Gui noticed that the time he signed the note was years ago. At that time, Ning Shen had not participated in kidnapping Gu Yang and had not been arrested.

Ning Shen had made complete plans from the beginning. Regardless of whether the light cone experiment was successful or not, he transferred his property to Ning Gui.

"Miss Ning Gui, Mr. Ning said that he is very sorry for you and your mother. These are compensations for you. You must accept them." The housekeeper was afraid that Ning Gui would not accept them.

Ning Gui took it and looked through it one by one, then accepted all the documents.

Seeing Ning Gui accept it, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Young Master Ning has woken up. I hope you can go and see him."

Ning Gui hummed softly and went back to pack her things.

After returning to the car, Mrs. Ning saw that Ning Gui had been looking through the things Ning Shen left for her, and she couldn't help but worry: "Xiao Gui, are you going to treat him..."

She knew that the relationship between Ning Shen and Ning Gui was somewhat unusual.

All along, no matter how ruthless and merciless Ning Shen was to others, he was always special to Ning Gui.

He gave Ning Gui the honor of the eldest daughter of the Ning family, and everyone in the Ning family treated Ning Gui, the unrelated eldest daughter, with respect.

Ever since she was young, he would satisfy whatever Ning Gui needed or wanted. But the only thing is that he is extremely possessive and controlling over Ning Gui and does not allow her to get too close to other people.

And Ning Shen's own conditions are also superior, he is handsome, and in the past many rich and powerful girls in the capital were attracted to him.

Mrs. Ning was worried that Ning Gui would fall into it.

Ning Gui was a little confused. Even she didn't know the answer to this question, but no matter what the answer was, it didn't matter.

She and Ning Shen are two different people, and they will never meet again from now on.

After moving, Ning Gui went to Xiao's house.

She handed over the property transfer letter given to her by the housekeeper to Xiao Yize.

Xiao Yize was quite surprised by this. When they liquidated Ning Shen, they did find that a lot of property and equity in Ning Shen's name had been transferred.

They thought that Ning Shen had transferred his property abroad to avoid the confiscation of his illegal gains, but they did not expect that he would leave all his property to Ning Gui.

"I know that he has done a lot of bad things, and a lot of his property is illegal, so I will leave it to you to deal with." Ning Gui lowered her eyes and whispered.

Xiao Yize: "Thank you. After the investigation is clear, we will return the legal income to you."

Ning Gui shook her head: "No, give the rest to him. Let him handle it."

Xiao Yize nodded.

"Is Yangyang here?" Ning Gui asked again.

Xiao Yize looked at his watch and said, "She should be in the Beijing Psychiatric Hospital now. She is staying at Gu's house recently. If you want to find her, you can go to Gu's house and wait for her."

Ning Gui nodded and asked, "Can I go see Ning Shen?"

Xiao Yize: "Okay, let's go to Lin Ran or Chu Ying about this matter."

Beijing Psychiatric Hospital.

Gu Yang is giving Ji Minghui psychological treatment.

Ryan imprisoned Ji Minghui in a mental hospital. In order to prevent him from escaping, he turned him into a real mental patient with memory loss.

He has been imprisoned for nearly five years and is now severely traumatized.

Gu Yang has been treating him for several months. Ji Linbai is worried about Ji Minghui's condition and has been following Gu Yang to assist in the treatment.

"You can open your eyes."

Guyang reminded Ji Minghui, who was sitting in front of him.

Ji Minghui opened his eyes and saw a golden Fraser spiral illusion card.

The golden spiral was like a whirlpool, spinning rapidly in front of him, as if the door of long-dusted memory had been opened in a trance.