Chapter 295 Completely Unaware of Fu Yunshen's Strength [2 Updates]

Meanwhile, the Nie family.

Grandpa Nie was reading the newspaper on the sofa when he heard the door open and looked up.

This was quite unexpected.

Nie Yi wore a black suit, his figure as elegant as a jade tree, upright and graceful as the wind.

"Huh?" Old Master Nie pushed up his reading glasses. "You unfilial son, why are you back?"

Since Nie Yi joined the Yi Zi team, he has left the Nie family.

Even for Old Master Nie, it's a rare sight, perhaps only once every eight hundred years.

“Yun Shen’s grandfather has passed away.” Nie Yi frowned, already used to this form of address. “I’m back to pack my things; I’m going to Shanghai.”

Old Master Fu recovered suddenly, and his passing was equally sudden.

Nie Yi nodded slightly, then quickly packed his things and was about to push open the door.

"Wait!" Old Master Nie stood up, his expression serious. "I'll go with you."

Grandpa Nie had never actually been in contact with the Fu family, nor did he know Grandpa Fu.

However, because of Nie Yi, he knew Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen and Nie Yi are brothers, and as Nie Yi's grandfather, he cannot sit idly by.

Nie Yi paused in his steps: "Okay."

This time, Shanghai is truly in chaos.

**

The funeral arrangements were handled quickly, as the Fu family had plenty of manpower.

In the afternoon, Old Master Fu was already taken to the mourning hall.

The Fu family has a special mourning hall where the younger generation would keep vigil for five days when their elders passed away.

The coffin was prepared more than three years ago and was made of the finest rosewood.

Except for a few households that had already separated, everyone in the Fu family rushed back, but basically no one felt anything.

"Brother, where's the will?" Third Master Fu glanced at the enormous coffin and quietly walked to Fu Mingcheng's side. "Who did Dad leave Yuxiangfang to?"

Actually, he was just asking the question. He just wanted a bigger share of the shares and real estate. Yu Xiang Fang would never fall into his lap.

Fu Mingcheng's face darkened. He didn't speak, but just looked at the man kneeling in front of the coffin.

Following his gaze, Master Fu's expression changed: "You really gave it to this kid?"

Does Fu Yunshen deserve to take Yuxiangfang?

"He's been kneeling for six hours." Fu Yichen sneered. "Grandpa's gone, who's he showing this to?"

Although it is said that we should keep vigil, the rules are not as strict as before, and we don't have to kneel.

But after Fu Yunshen escorted Old Master Fu into the mourning hall, he has been kneeling here ever since.

Fu Yihan's voice turned cold: "Fu Yichen."

Fu Yichen shrank his neck and immediately fell silent.

He wasn't afraid of Fu Mingcheng, but he was most afraid of his older brother.

Fu Yihan walked over and squatted down next to Fu Yunshen.

He pulled an envelope from his pocket, his lips moved slightly before he spoke: "Yun Shen, Grandpa... Grandpa's letter to you."

Fu Mingcheng found the letter in a locked drawer. Upon seeing that it was addressed to Fu Yunshen, Fu Mingcheng was about to tear it up, but Fu Yihan stopped him.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshen finally raised his eyes.

The wind blew open his black coat, but he seemed to feel no cold at all; his body was as if it were completely numb.

His handsome face was paler than ever before, and his usually charming and smiling eyes were as still as a cold pool, without the slightest ripple.

Fu Yihan couldn't help but be startled, a chill running down her spine.

He had never seen this kind of emotion in Fu Yunshen before.

In my memory, his younger brother was always smiling, even when a knife was cutting him, he could still smile.

For a fleeting moment, Fu Yihan even felt that what stood before him was not a person, but a soulless skeleton.

Fu Yunshen didn't speak. He knelt before the coffin, raised his slender fingers, and slowly opened the letter.

Fu Yihan quickly got up and moved away.

The letter that Old Master Fu wrote specifically to Fu Yunshen was probably one he didn't want others to see.

Fu Yunshen lowered his head.

Grandpa Fu's handwriting is very neat and tidy, just like his military style.

He read very slowly.

Xiaoqi, by the time you read this letter, Grandpa will have already gone to find your Grandma and Mom.

Don't be sad. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of life.

I'm so happy that Grandpa has lived to this age.

Ten years ago, all my old comrades-in-arms passed away one by one, and I was prepared for today.

Grandpa has traveled all over the country and killed quite a few people in his life. He has no regrets. His only worry is you.

Actually, Grandpa knows you're amazing. Grandpa is useless and can't give you the best. It's really great that you've come this far from being unarmed.

You have enough resources to protect yourself, even more than the Fu family, but Yu Xiang Fang was originally yours, so don't refuse it.

You have a knot in your heart that's hard to open up to, but Grandpa can see it. Now you have another pillar of support, and Grandpa is relieved.

Xiaoqi, you will always be Grandpa's pride. Grandpa is so proud of you.

For Grandpa, death is the beginning of another grand adventure. Remember, Grandpa is always watching over you from heaven.

Fu Yichang's last words.

Written on November 2, 2020

Fu Yunshen spent a full half hour reading this letter.

He didn't cry, nor did his expression change. He remained kneeling quietly before the coffin, his eyes serene.

It was a long time before Fu Yunshen made a move.

His eyelashes drooped, and his lips moved silently.

Of course he can fool many people.

But how could Old Master Fu, his closest relative, possibly keep it a secret?

Grandpa Fu didn't say anything, pretending to be confused, because he also knew that if these things were exposed, the group of people from twenty years ago would come looking for him again.

Grandpa Fu was worried that he wouldn't be able to handle that group of people, so he did everything he could to protect him.

So now, his only remaining relative in this world has also passed away.

Nothing was left.

Ying Zijing also half-squatted down; she never knew how to comfort people.

She simply raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder.

Fu Yunshen's shoulders twitched, and he turned his head slightly: "Yaoyao, I'm fine."

He paused, as if speaking to her, or perhaps to convince himself, and repeated himself, smiling as he said, "I'm fine."

But his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his face was even paler.

Ying Zijin fell silent.

Grandpa Fu told her not to tell Fu Yunshen, because he didn't want Fu Yunshen to see him leave.

Watching your loved ones walk step by step toward death is too cruel.

She got up again and went outside.

Grandpa Fu instructed her to watch Fu Yunshen eat, because this was not what Grandpa Fu wanted to see.

Fu Mingcheng stepped forward, lit three incense sticks in front of the mourning hall, bowed once, and then his gaze fell on Fu Yunshen once more.

Without hesitation, he walked over and stood in front of Old Master Fu's coffin, looking down at him.

“Fu Yunshen, your grandfather has passed away. He wrote a will a long time ago, leaving Yuxiangfang to you, but you know yourself that you are not capable of taking over.”

"If you don't want the Fu Group to decline under your leadership, transfer Yuxiangfang to me now. No matter what, I guarantee you'll be set for life. How about it?"

Fu Yunshen raised his head, his light amber pupils icy cold, radiating a chilling killing intent: "Get out."

He never touched Fu Mingcheng because Old Master Fu hoped for harmony among his descendants.

He went along with what Old Master Fu wanted.

But Grandpa Fu is no longer here.

Fu Mingcheng felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze.

He chuckled inwardly.

Fu Yunshen is just a spoiled young master, how could he possibly have any real strength?

What other backing could they have?

Since Old Master Fu is no longer here, he no longer needs to maintain the facade of filial piety and has directly torn off the mask.

“Exactly,” Fu Yichen sneered. “If you can’t do anything, what makes you think you can inherit the Imperial Fragrance Workshop?”

Third Master Fu and his other brothers and sisters didn't say anything, but they conveyed the same meaning.

Yu Xiang Fang can be given to anyone, but not to Fu Yunshen.

“Dad, and you too, Yichen.” Fu Yihan’s expression darkened. “That’s enough.”

Old Master Fu's body is still warm, and it's placed right here.

Even if Fu Yunshen isn't his biological brother, does he have to be so heartless?

"Yihan, don't make things worse." Madam Fu pulled Fu Yihan aside and shook her head. "Your father knows what he's doing."

Fu Yihan's expression faltered slightly: "Mom, you know perfectly well that Yuxiangfang is..."

“Yes, I know.” Madam Fu sighed. “But he’s already gone. If Yun Shen knew how to blend perfumes and perfumes, it wouldn’t be a problem to give him the Imperial Fragrance Workshop.”

“But he didn’t inherit either of those talents. Your father was just trying to do what’s best for the Fu family.”

Fu Yihan couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop talking, all of you get out."

Fu Mingcheng persisted, pressing the issue aggressively: "I brought the documents; you just need to sign them."

Fu Yunshen finally made a move; he slowly stood up.

He looked up and smiled.

"The old man arrived and saw such a grand spectacle." Just then, a calm voice came from outside the door, "Fu Mingcheng, what a show of power."

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For a person of sound mind, death is nothing but another great adventure. —Dumbledore, Harry Potter

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