Chapter 285 Not the Biological Father [1 more]

Testator: Fu Yichang

Name of executor: He Quan

Because I was worried that my heirs would have disputes over property after my death, I made this will in Shanghai on October 9, 2020 while I was seriously ill, and made the following arrangements for my property, rights, etc.

Below is a list of rules and regulations, which are very long.

The most important asset of the Fu family is Yuxiangfang, which Mr. Fu gave to Fu Yunshen, including 15% of the shares of Fu Group.

He also gave the Fu family's real estate in the imperial capital, which was worth more than 1 billion yuan in total, to Fu Yunshen.

If this will were finally placed in front of the Fu family, not to mention Fu Mingcheng, even the others would make a big fuss.

Giving Yuxiangfang to Fu Yunshen is equivalent to giving away the Fu Group as well.

He Quan is someone that Mr. Fu trusts very much.

Three years ago, he thought he was going to die, so he wrote a will and gave it to He Quan.

After his death, he believed that He Quan would be able to execute this will well.

Thinking of what Mr. Zhong had said to him before, Mr. Fu sighed.

No one knows his physical condition better than himself.

There is nothing wrong with me, and I am not sick, but I am indeed moving towards the end step by step.

He had held on for twenty years, and even though all the toxins in his body had been cleared, he felt a lot more relaxed after such a long period of recuperation.

But after all, the poison had penetrated into his bones for twenty years, and he also had many hidden injuries on his body during his time on the battlefield.

More importantly, even though my body is not tired, my mind is tired.

A tree lives by its bark; a man lives by his breath.

He had been holding on for so many years, and finally he relaxed completely after seeing that Fu Yunshen was getting better and better and had other friends around him.

Once you let go, you can never go back.

Mr. Fu is very sober.

At his age, he is already very old.

So it is very likely that he will pass away in his sleep one day.

Mr. Fu read the will word by word for a long time. After confirming that there were no problems, he put the will back into the drawer and locked it with the key.

Then he stood up and walked to the bookshelf next to the bed.

Like many times before, Mr. Fu took a photo frame off the shelf.

The photo frame contained a photo of a man and a woman in military uniforms, which was still gray and white. It was obviously taken a long time ago.

The photo is very well preserved, without even a wrinkle, which shows how careful the person who preserved it was.

"Yuehua." Mr. Fu wiped the photo frame and said to himself, "I haven't talked to you for a long time. I wonder if you will be angry."

After a pause, he smiled again and said, "I don't think you will be angry. It's been twenty years. You must have been reborn."

The woman in the photo didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

Mr. Fu talked to the photo for a long time, and finally he felt sleepy.

After putting the photo frame back, Mr. Fu lay back in the rocking chair, closed his eyes and began to rest.

**

Outside the door.

Fu Mingcheng stayed for a long time before leaving reluctantly.

He went downstairs.

Mrs. Fu was sitting in the living room, trimming the branches of flowers in the vase.

Seeing him coming down, she wiped her hands and stood up impatiently: "Mingcheng, what did the old man say? Did he agree to give you Yuxiangfang?"

"No." Fu Mingcheng was in a bad mood. "I didn't talk to Dad at all. As soon as Uncle Zhong left, he fell asleep."

No matter how much he wanted Mr. Fu to leave, he would not disturb him.

Mrs. Fu paused and shook her head: "I think the old man is either sleeping or trying to avoid you."

Yuxiangfang is currently developing new types of ointments and perfumes.

Fu Mingcheng wants to take these new products to cooperate with Biman.

As the largest perfume company under the Venus Group and one of the world's top luxury goods, Yuxiangfang is not the only one who wants this project.

There are also several families in the imperial capital that specialize in the field of perfume and compete with Yuxiangfang.

The advantage of Yuxiangfang lies in the secret formula of perfume, but in terms of overall strength, it cannot be compared with the other families in the imperial capital.

But Fu Mingcheng would not give up. He only needed to get all the shares of Yuxiangfang from Mr. Fu and then go to discuss the project with Biman immediately.

But no matter how many times he mentioned it, Mr. Fu's attitude was ambiguous, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Hearing what Madam Fu said, Fu Mingcheng's face darkened: "I know what the old man is thinking. He must want to give Yuxiangfang to Fu Yunshen, but can't he think about it? Can a playboy support Yuxiangfang?"

"What will he do if he loses everything? That's Biman. Does he know what Biman represents?"

Take Fu Yunshen, who lives a life of luxury and debauchery every day and has never managed a company. He probably doesn’t even know what Venus Group is.

Mrs. Fu was about to speak when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the man standing by the door, looking at them with a half-smile.

She swallowed back all the words that followed and smiled: "Yun Shen, I'm back. Your grandpa is resting. Do you want to eat something?"

Fu Yunshen said nothing, nor did he look at Fu Mingcheng, and walked straight up the stairs.

Fu Mingcheng just got nothing from Old Master Fu, and now after seeing Fu Yunshen, he felt even more annoyed: "You don't even call me dad?"

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen slowly stopped.

He tilted his head, his peach blossom eyes curved, and there was a distant smile in his light amber pupils: "Are you my father or not? Don't you know it in your heart?"

Fu Mingcheng's expression suddenly changed.

Mrs. Fu, who was standing by, was also stunned.

Before the two of them could come to their senses, Fu Yunshen had already gone upstairs and ignored them.

After a long while, Mrs. Fu regained her thoughts and opened her mouth: "Mingcheng, did he, did he know something?"

"He won't know." Fu Mingcheng's face was still very gloomy. "The old man would not tell him that kind of thing. He was only two years old at the time. What could he remember?"

"That's right." Madam Fu was stunned for a moment, then said, "The old man is so protective of him that he certainly wouldn't tell him what happened twenty years ago, but why would he say that now?"

"He's just feeling unbalanced." Fu Mingcheng said coldly, "He has rarely lived in the Fu family since he was a child. When he comes back, he just spends his time drinking and having sex. He's useless. He still wants us to treat him well? It's wishful thinking."

Mrs. Fu didn't say anything this time.

"It's not that I can't." Fu Mingcheng pressed his solar plexus, "If the old man really gave Yuxiangfang to him, I also have a way to get Yuxiangfang back."

A playboy who knows nothing about business, all he needs to do is set a few traps.

Yuxiangfang will be his sooner or later.

**

upstairs.

Fu Yunshen gently turned the bedroom door and walked in.

Mr. Fu was really asleep at this time, his breathing was barely audible but very steady.

Fu Yun was afraid of disturbing him, so he didn't move Mr. Fu to the bed.

Instead, he picked up the blanket and covered him with it.

Afterwards, Fu Yunshen sat beside the bed. He raised his hand and pressed Mr. Fu's wrist calmly.

He didn't know anything about medicine, but he learned a little about pulse diagnosis when he visited the ancient medical community.

Fu Yunshen tried it and found no problems.

He was also a little worried because he saw that Mr. Fu was very sleepy.

However, this is indeed a common problem for many elderly people.

After Fu Yunshen tucked the corner of the quilt for Mr. Fu, he stood up and walked to the bookshelf.

"Grandma, don't worry." Fu Yunshen gently stroked the photo frame and smiled softly, "I will avenge you. You must protect Grandpa."

He doesn't ask for anything, just that the people he cares about can live peacefully in this world.

That's enough.

**

And at this time.

Imperial capital.

Things on the Internet are always hot for three minutes, and netizens’ memories are also short.

In addition, Tianxing Entertainment’s public relations team has removed Xiuyan from the incident.

After all, on the surface, Xiuyan did nothing.

She always knew to leave a way out for herself, so she would naturally not do such a small thing herself.

After Xiu Yan left the company, she returned to Xiu's home.

Mrs. Xiu did not play mahjong today. Instead, she sat upright in the living room, looking very reserved.

As soon as he saw her like this, Xiu Yan realized something was wrong: "Mom?"

"Your grandfather is in the study upstairs." Madam Xiu tried hard to maintain the demeanor of a wealthy noble, but her deliberate attempt made her look a little out of place. "He wants to see you about something."

Xiuyan's heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Xiu retired a long time ago.

However, he is not in good health and has been recuperating in a villa in the suburbs. He rarely comes here.

Why did you suddenly come here today?

No wonder even Mrs. Xiu doesn’t play mahjong anymore. With Mr. Xiu around, no one dares to act rashly.

Xiu Yan pursed her lips, suppressed her pounding heart, and walked forward.

She knocked on the study door: "Grandpa."

An old and hoarse voice came from inside: "Come in."

Xiuyan then pushed the door open and went in.

But as soon as she entered, an inkstone was thrown at her.

Xiu Yan was startled and dodged subconsciously, but the ink in the inkstone splashed all over her.

It ruined the new haute couture dress she got from the endorsement company. But she didn't dare say a word.

Xiu Yan shuddered all over, looked up in disbelief, and spoke with difficulty: "Master...Master?"

"Xiu Yan, I'm just telling you, if you continue like this--" In the wheelchair, Old Man Xiu turned to look at her, his eyes extremely sharp and cold, "I will take Xiu Yu back."

(End of this chapter)