Chapter 297 The Truth, Dealing with the Fu Family [1 Update]

Two-year-olds generally don't have much memory, unless it's something they just can't forget.

Ying Zijing looked up at the man standing in front of the tombstone, her gaze pausing slightly.

No wonder Fu Yunshen has severe psychological problems.

Let alone a child, even an adult would suffer deep aftereffects from such an experience.

The trauma of witnessing the death of a loved one is irreparable.

“So from that day on, he stopped laughing and talking.” Nie Yi said slowly. “Later he told me that to prevent him from forgetting, he would go over the scene in his mind every day.”

He said that people can only remember so much, and if he wanted revenge, he couldn't forget it.

“One day when he was three years old, because Grandpa Fu’s condition worsened, he was locked in a secret room by Fu Yichen, who was already nine years old.” Nie Yi paused. “There were three poisonous snakes in that secret room. Three days later, he came out. The snakes were dead, but he was also seriously injured.”

A child who is only three years old is already holding a blade and learning how to fight.

Ying Zijing's eyes turned cold: "Fu Mingcheng's instruction?"

“Well, after all, Fu Yichen was young at the time and didn’t have the means to find venomous snakes.” Nie Yi paused for a moment, “So when Grandpa Fu later found out that he was crippled and couldn’t protect him in the Fu family, he contacted Elder Mu and sent Yun Shen to the capital.”

“I met him in the world of ancient martial arts. He was only five years old at the time, very young, and a newcomer to the world of ancient martial arts. Many ancient martial arts practitioners looked down on him.”

Nie Yi had never spoken so much at once before. After pausing for a moment, he continued, "Miss Ying may not be aware of the way things are done in the ancient martial arts world. They only care about strength, and it's quite normal for people to die in a fight."

Ying Zijin nodded: "Yes, I know."

The ancient martial arts world has always had this style, just like the spiritual cultivation world she used to live in.

There are life-or-death battles, and fists decide the outcome.

“He has no background in the ancient martial arts world and can only rely on himself to get ahead,” Nie Yi said. “Fortunately, he has great talent. Even the Lin family’s recognized geniuses cannot compare to him.”

"At seven years old, his lung was punctured, and he almost died."

"At the age of nine, he went on a training expedition and was injured again, just an inch from his heart. Elder Mu sent him to the ancient medical community overnight."

"At ten years old, a twenty-year-old ancient martial arts practitioner challenged him to a life-or-death duel."

"Thirteen years old..."

While others spend their childhood with their parents, Fu Yunshen emerged from one life-or-death ordeal after another.

Ying Zijing remained silent, her eyes slightly trembling: "No wonder."

No wonder Fu Yunshen carries that ointment with him at all times.

Because every minute of his childhood was a potential fatal injury, he was constantly on the verge of death.

“When he was eighteen, he went back to the capital. The direct descendant of the Meng family said in front of him that he was going to dig up his mother’s grave.” Nie Yi said calmly, “Then he beat that direct descendant into a cripple, and he’s still lying in the hospital.”

"However, by then he had already gained enough power, and the Meng family dared not provoke him, so they could only swallow their anger."

Ying Zijing tilted her head: "So, he actually left China voluntarily?"

“Hmm.” Nie Yi shook his head slightly. “The ancient martial arts world is too small and not suitable for him.”

"As for how he became the CEO of IBI and how he built the Venus Group, I don't know either, so I can't tell Miss Ying."

Ying Zijing was still gazing in the direction of the tombstone, her eyes flickering: "There's no need."

Although she couldn't foresee Fu Yunshen's past, present, and future.

But after hearing what Nie Yi said, there's no need to calculate it anymore.

To get to where he is today from nothing, Fu Yunshen has experienced darkness and pain that most people can hardly imagine.

But he didn't become resentful; instead, he was incredibly gentle.

“Miss Ying should have guessed it.” Nie Yi took out a photo and handed it over. “His biological mother is Old Master Fu’s daughter. Actually, he should call Old Master Fu his maternal grandfather.”

"It's just that in order to protect him, Old Master Fu registered him under the names of Fu Mingcheng and his wife."

The group of people from twenty years ago were far more terrifying than the internal strife within the Fu family.

Ying Zijin looked up and took it.

This is a group photo.

She recognized one of them; it was Jiang Huaping.

However, Jiang Huaping in the photo looks much younger, around sixteen or seventeen years old.

Jiang Huaping is already very beautiful, but the other girl in the photo is even more beautiful.

On the right side of the photo is a line of poetry written in regular script.

The silver candlelight casts a cold light on the painted screen in the autumn air; a light silk fan flutters, chasing away fireflies.

The poem contains the names of the two people in the photo.

Jiang Huaping.

Fu Liuying.

Two stunning beauties from Shanghai, a perfect match.

“His mother left Shanghai when she was twenty years old,” Nie Yi said. “When she came back at twenty-four, she was already pregnant with him. But even now, no one knows who his father is, and no one knows where Fu Liuying went during the four years she disappeared.”

"There was another reason why Yun Shen left China. It was because there were many foreigners in that group at the time, but after so many years, there is still no trace of them."

"Having said all that, I have no other intentions," Nie Yi said in a low voice. "He won't listen to us, so we can only trouble Miss Ying."

"Now, you are his only family."

Holding the photo, Ying Zijing learned about everything that had happened in the past through Nie Yi's narration.

**

In the last century, the name Fu Liuying was all the rage in Shanghai.

She was the most famous socialite in Shanghai at the time, and a true woman of talent.

Not only wealthy families in Shanghai, but also some prominent families in the capital were seeking her hand in marriage.

Fu Liuying is very talented in perfumery. She has a strong sense of smell and can judge the quality and scent of various fragrances.

Yuxiangfang was indeed a century-old business of the Fu family, but it declined considerably in the latter half of the 20th century.

Because traditional techniques alone cannot withstand the impact of major trends.

It was Fu Liuying, then 15 years old, who single-handedly revived Yuxiangfang, making it even more glorious than before.

With Fu Liuying around, Yu Xiang Fang is the number one perfume company in China.

She left, and shortly after returning, she was murdered.

So from that day on, Fu Liuying's name became a taboo.

Twenty years have passed, and no one has mentioned it.

Over time, it was forgotten.

Later, after Ying Luwei grew up, the title of Shanghai's number one socialite was handed over to her.

No one in the Fu family ever mentioned Fu Liuying's name again.

Fu Mingcheng and his wife hate Fu Liuying so much they don't even have time to hate her.

If it weren't for the fact that those people twenty years ago didn't intend to wipe out the entire Fu family, none of them would have survived.

But Fu Mingcheng knew in his heart that this matter had nothing to do with Fu Liuying.

She went out immediately when she learned that those people were looking for her.

In the end, he was tragically killed while trying to protect the Fu family and Fu Yunshen.

It's no exaggeration to say that Yu Xiang Fang belongs to Fu Liuying.

Without Fu Liuying, Yuxiangfang would have gone out of business long ago.

But Fu Liuying is already dead.

You can't fight over things with a dead person.

After the funeral of Old Master Fu, Fu Mingcheng stopped caring about anything else and returned to the Fu family.

For him, the most important thing right now is to become a partner of Biman and lead Yuxiangfang to the international stage.

To his surprise, when he kicked Fu Yunshen out of the Fu family in front of so many prominent families in Shanghai, Fu Yunshen didn't say a word.

“Mingcheng, although you said those things, the will has already been notarized.” Madam Fu frowned. “The person in charge of Yuxiangfang is still Fu Yunshen.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Fu Mingcheng waved his hand. “Su Lianghui will be here tomorrow. He has a way to make that kid hand over Yuxiangfang willingly.”

After thinking about it, Madam Fu didn't ask any more questions.

With Old Master Fu gone, Fu Yunshen already had little status.

With the pressure from the Su family, Fu Yunshen was truly at a loss.

The friends he made were all rich kids who didn't have any real power.

Moreover, after learning that Fu Yunshen was not a member of the Fu family, those young masters would be too busy kicking him while he was down to help him.

The reason Fu Mingcheng said those things at the funeral was to leave Fu Yunshen isolated and helpless.

"I'll go check out the factory." Fu Mingcheng put on his clothes. "We must secure the cooperation with Biman."

**

7 PM.

Fu Yunshen then walked out of the cemetery.

As if remembering something, he paused, stopped, took out his phone, and made a call.

The call was answered quickly, and the voice cautiously uttered a single word: "Brother?"

The person who answered the phone was quite alarmed.

Since Fu Yunshen returned to Shanghai, he has only made two phone calls to him personally.

The first time was when they targeted the Jiang Group.

The second time was to save the Zhong Group.

In short, a lot of money was wasted.

Although they have plenty of money, it still hurts him.

"The project to establish a branch in China can proceed." Fu Yunshen's words were brief, his peach blossom eyes turning cold. "Shift the group's focus here."

The international luxury brands under the Venus Group all have boutiques and physical stores in China.

However, these luxury brands cannot represent the entire Venus Group.

The Venus Group has no branches in China.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a shocked exclamation: "Brother, you're finally going to deal with the Fu family?!"

Fu Yunshen lowered his eyelashes and chuckled softly, "Hmm, it's time to make a move."

(End of this chapter)