Song Xingyao and Fu Siming exchanged glances and nodded.
The father and son then left the hall and strolled towards the quiet courtyard behind the main house.
After the two had walked a distance from the main house, Fu Ting spoke up: "Grandpa already knows about your brother's matter."
He turned his head and saw Fu Siming's expressionless face: "...Grandpa never leaves the house, but news travels fast. I only found out that things had gotten so big when Commander Li contacted me this afternoon."
She keenly caught the implication in his words: "You already knew about your brother's affair?"
"Yes, I had someone warn him before, and he seemed to have toned it down a bit, but I didn't expect him to leave so many loopholes. It's no exaggeration to say that he was caught red-handed."
Although he knew the two brothers didn't get along, Fu Siming didn't let Fu Bowen continue down this wrong path. He just said with some helplessness, "Your grandfather is very angry..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Siming interrupted, "I understand. I'll handle it accordingly later."
Before long, the father and son arrived at the old man's study. They exchanged a glance and pushed open the door.
Upon seeing the person who entered, the old man instantly found an outlet for his anger.
The person who had been quietly writing just moments before slammed the precious white jade wolf-hair brush on the table, panting heavily.
Seeing this, Fu Ting was about to step forward, but Fu Siming beat him to it and stuffed his teacup into the old man's hand. The old man took a couple of sips before calming down a little.
Without beating around the bush: "Why didn't that little brat Bowen come back with us?"
"What? Are you planning to use family discipline again? Can you still manage to hit him?" Fu Siming leaned back in his rosewood chair, looking at the old man who was blowing his beard and glaring with a teasing expression.
Interrupted by him, Fu Mingtang's anger dissipated by most, and he turned to want to slap the brat in front of him.
"Are you really afraid I won't dare to beat you up?"
"Oh, no, please sit down. There's no use in rushing like this."
Following his words, Fu Ting helped the old man sit down.
The room suddenly fell silent. Finally, Fu Mingtang broke the silence, looking at Fu Siming: "I know Old Li contacted you this afternoon, and said that you boasted to him that you could solve this matter?"
Fu Siming immediately made a gesture of surrender with his hands: "I didn't say that, I only said to ask him to give me some time."
Hearing his witty remarks, Fu Mingtang's beard, which he had just smoothed down, began to twitch again.
Fu Ting interrupted their bickering: "Ah Ming, have you thought about how to handle this?"
“Me? What can I possibly think of to kick him out of the Fu family?” After saying that, he spoke seriously, “I’ve investigated and found that although Fu Bowen does have the resources of the Fu family, he’s not stupid enough to use the Fu family’s name to do this. In that case, if we strip him and those unclean things off the Fu family, we naturally won’t be able to trace it back to the Fu family.”
Fu Mingtang could tell that what he had mastered was not something that could be accomplished in a day or two, so he must have known about it and made preparations long ago.
"However, is Fu Bowen really going to push himself? The position at the Fu Corporation is still quite important to him, so it won't be that easy."
After saying that, he picked up the teacup, smelled it, and then took a small sip.
Fu Mingtang and Fu Ting remained silent. Of course, they knew Fu Bowen's persistence. The whole family could see that Fu Bowen was always trying to outdo Fu Siming. At this time, asking him to give up some of his shares in the Fu Group would not only be difficult to negotiate, but could also worsen the already strained relationship between the two brothers.
Fu Ting had a headache. How did he end up with two troublemakers? He was starting to reflect on whether there was something wrong with his parenting methods.
Fu Siming didn't have time to discuss educational philosophies with them. He finished his tea in one gulp and stood up.
"Alright, I'm going back now. This is not something you can get involved in, I'll handle it."
He waved his hand, closed the study door, and the relaxed expression on his face disappeared.
The main hall door opened, and the servants' voices caught Song Xingyao and Jiang Man's attention.
"Young Master, you're back too."
Jiang Man looked up and found that Fu Bowen, who hadn't been back for a long time, had also returned today.
I was still somewhat shocked.
"Mom." Glancing at Song Xingyao beside him, Fu Bowen added, "Sister-in-law."
"What a rare guest! It's been so long since you've been back!" Fu Bowen wasn't very close to his family, nor was he like Fu Siming, a troublesome and annoying person. Jiang Man still stood up. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? Just a couple of days ago you said you were busy and wouldn't be coming back."
"Should I have the family chef make something for you?" Jiang Man was delighted to see the house so lively and was eager to give the order.
Fu Bowen interrupted her, "No need, I've already eaten. Where are Grandpa and Dad?"
Hearing him say that, Jiang Man didn't press him. "Ah Ming and your dad went to see your grandpa. You should go and see him too."
After responding with an "Mm," Fu Bowen went around to the back.
During this time, Song Xingyao only nodded to him to say hello, but Fu Bowen seemed somewhat absent-minded.
Song Xingyao had never liked this man, even though he was Fu Siming's brother. His eyes always gave people a dark feeling of prying into them, making them uncomfortable.
Moreover, after learning about his affair with Fu Yao, she felt even more that this ruthless and cold man was difficult to fathom.
On his way back to the main house, Fu Siming happened to run into Fu Bowen, who was coming from the opposite direction.
Not in public, the two of them didn't even bother to put on a friendly face. Fu Bowen scrutinized his expression, trying to glean some clues about the conversation between the three people inside the room.
Fu Siming seemed completely unconcerned and simply walked past him.
After glancing back at Fu Siming's departing figure, Fu Bowen continued walking towards the study.
After Fu Siming left, the room remained silent for a long time before the old man finally spoke, "Fu Group, are you still planning to hand it over to the eldest son?"
His voice was questioning, tinged with anger and helplessness.
Caught between his two sons, Fu Ting felt somewhat helpless. "Actually, we knew from the beginning that Bowen's talent in business was not as good as Si Ming's. But Bowen is still sitting in the position of president of Fu's Group. I will talk to Bowen after Si Ming's matter is resolved."
Just as Fu Bowen was about to strike, he heard the old man's somewhat angry voice inside, "Wait for Si Ming to handle it? Is the Fu family his? You are the father and he is the son. You're doing this to him, letting him handle Bowen's affairs. I think you don't want the two brothers to reconcile."
Fu Ting wasn't scolded for nothing; right now, it seemed he had no other choice but to trust Fu Siming.
Fu Mingtang's voice rose, "This kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable. Fu's was built by your mother, and I will never let it be tainted by these things. Even if it means selling Fu's, I will not allow your mother's reputation to be ruined, do you hear me?"
The old man's firm tone made Fu Ting feel somewhat ashamed.
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