Chapter 421 Robbery x Beautiful Lady (1)
Wangzi continued: [Your mission this time is to capture the target person - Fu Huaisi. As usual, hook up with him and then dump him!]
When he said this, there was actually a hint of excitement in Wangzai's mechanical voice.
It continued: [Fu Huaisi is a lunatic without any humanity. He has always been on the edge of the law. In the face of huge temptations and interests, he can remain absolutely rational and not cross the line.]
In his own words, while using inhumane means can quickly achieve his goals, he cannot leave any stains on his life. He is an adult male who is both extremely law-abiding and extremely lawless.
His purpose in returning to China to attend the funeral was not to mourn his father, but to seize the 35 billion yuan inheritance left by his father. And you, the old man's adopted daughter, naturally became his primary target.
Chen Yuan understood, "He suspects that the inheritance is with me?"
Wangzi nodded. "To be more precise, he suspects the code is in your possession. With that code, you can freely control Qiu Huaxun's entire estate. So, host, you must be wary of Fu Huaisi's threat to harm you."
He has too many ways to torture people without crossing the legal line.
The more detailed Wangzai's introduction was, the more curious Chen Yuan became about Fu Huaisi.
I'm already looking forward to my first meeting with him and what it will be like.
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The private cemetery on the outskirts of Jingjiang City is filled with dense black as far as the eye can see.
The approximately thirty or forty people who came to pay their respects were all Qiu Huaxun's confidants and partners.
The emerald green natural lawn is covered with white flowers, the sun is dazzling, the clouds are thin, and the sky is clear blue.
Jingjiang City has heavy rain all year round, so it's rare to have such good weather, as if we are celebrating something.
Chen Yuan was wearing a long black dress that covered her from head to toe. Her small face, the size of a palm, looked haggard and weak, and her lips were pale.
Looks heartbroken and shaky.
She stood at the front of the crowd, with three men in black suits standing behind her. They were private bodyguards hired overnight.
Chen Yuan clutched the white handkerchief and couldn't help covering her face with her hands and crying. Her thin shoulders couldn't stop shaking and soon soaked the handkerchief.
The beauty shed tears and almost fainted.
There were footsteps behind him, and then someone handed Shen Yuan a clean tissue. It was Zhong Jiang, Qiu Huaxun's most trusted assistant during his lifetime.
Now, he is Qiu Chengan's special assistant.
“Thank you…thank you…”
Her beautiful round eyes were filled with tears, and even the voice of thank you was hoarse and pleasant.
I have to admit that the woman in front of me has a captivating beauty.
That kind of stunning and fragile beauty is extremely attractive to mature men.
Zhong Jiang curled his knuckles, nodded respectfully, and then stepped back behind the woman.
Two steps away, the tip of his nose still seemed to be lingering with the faint fragrance of her body. It was not pungent and had no offensive power, like a delicate dodder flower.
The old man died, but he didn't find a way out for the adopted daughter he had just brought home.
Whether it falls into the hands of Qiu Chengan or Fu Huaisi, it is a nightmare for a woman.
Zhong Jiang closed his eyes and put aside these messy feelings of sympathy.
"My condolences, young lady."
"Yes, things are unpredictable. You are still young, don't be too sad."
The woman with delicate makeup saw Shen Yuan crying hard and comforted her gently.
She is the wife of a high-ranking official. Her husband has business dealings with Qiu Huaxun, so she attended on his behalf.
Her eyes fell on Shen Yuan's red and swollen eyes, and the woman sighed regretfully, with a look of sympathy on her face.
At the age of 25, although no one knew how she became Qiu Huaxun's daughter, she fell from heaven to hell in just one night.
Everyone present was smart, no one was stupid, and they had already anticipated how miserable her future life would be.
Chen Yuan was crying so hard that she couldn't speak. Her long and curly black eyelashes were covered with pearls. As she listened to the woman comforting her, she nodded politely and thanked her, choking with sobs.
The woman looked away, unable to bear to look any further.
The atmosphere at the scene was depressing and quiet, and only the sound of crying could be heard.
Having cried enough and having no strength left in her body, Shen Yuan leaned softly on the maid and looked at the photo on the tombstone.
The man in the photo had slightly gray hair and many wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were bright and clear, without any turbidity.
It is enough to give us a glimpse of how powerful he was in the business world when he was alive.
Fu Huaisi doesn't look like him at all, but he is indeed his son.
I think she must have inherited her looks from her mother Fu Weishu.
At the beginning of the ceremony, everyone held white flowers in their hands and paid their respects and presented flowers in order.
Shen Yuan finally saw an important person - Qiu Chengan.
He was wearing a black suit, holding a bunch of bright chrysanthemums in his hands, and had a sad expression on his face.
This... is exactly like Qiu Huaxun, with a gentle and elegant appearance, noble and polite. He doesn't look like a businessman, but more like a university professor.
No wonder Qiu Huaxun doesn't like Fu Huaisi. One is his eldest son who looks exactly like him, is obedient in everything and never disobeys, which satisfies his sense of accomplishment and desire for control as a father.
One is the second son who acts wildly and undisciplined. Seeing him reminds him of his deceased second wife.
Chen Yuan had met too many people and understood his ideas, but did not agree with them.
At the same time, Qiu Chengan's gaze also fell on Shen Yuan.
Their eyes met, and he twitched his lips slightly and smiled gently.
There is endless bitterness and sadness hidden in the smile.
Wow, he can act better than her.
It would be unreasonable not to give him an Oscar for his appearance of enduring pain.
Two seconds later, Shen Yuan looked away expressionlessly.
Perhaps even Shen Yuan herself didn't realize that as long as Fu Huaisi was involved, even though she had never gotten along with Qiu Chengan before, she had subconsciously classified him as the opposite side.
People's hearts are biased and partiality is the norm.
Qiu Huaxun favors Qiu Chengan, but she favors Fu Huaisi.
After the stock director in front presented the flowers, Qiu Chengan stepped forward and knelt down, staining his expensive trousers with mud.
He placed the bouquet next to the tombstone and was about to bend down and kowtow.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, a sharp and crisp slapping sound was heard in the quiet cemetery, attracting everyone's attention.
Qiu Chengan's body stiffened, he stood up and turned to look.
Dozens of tall and strong bodyguards in black walked in from the cemetery gate. They surrounded the man in the middle, with undisguised respect on their faces.
The man was tall and had long legs, even taller than the bodyguard next to him. He was wearing a loose windbreaker that outlined his slender figure. He walked over casually and without any proper posture.
He lowered his sunglasses with his right hand, glanced at the group of dark figures standing in front of the tombstone, and sneered
"Hey? Why are there so many people here today? Did something good happen?"
He held the cigarette in one hand, brought it to his lips and took a deep puff, squinted his eyes in comfort and satisfaction, and exhaled.
The smoke rolled around, blurring the man's aggressive features, but the words that came out of his mouth were particularly frivolous.
"The photo on the monument looks familiar. It looks a bit like my old man."
After he finished speaking, he slowly approached and passed by Shen Yuan without even a flicker of his glance.
Fu Huaisi looked down at the tombstone, his eyes falling on the white daisy that Qiu Chengan had just given him. There was even a little dew on the flower.
He picked two flowers at random, twisted them on the photo on the tombstone, and wiped off the dust that didn't exist at all.
"It really is my old man? When did he die? Why didn't anyone inform me?"
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