Chapter 70 The Next Puppet of the Fu Family
Three years later
Few people mention the accident three years ago in which one person died and one went missing.
Only those who were familiar with the matter knew that the accident took away not only the Lu family's foolish second young master, but also the Lu family's once noble and aloof eldest young master.
In the president's office on the 58th floor of the Lu Group, it was clearly early winter with a biting cold wind, but several regional managers standing in front of the rosewood desks were wiping the fine beads of sweat from their foreheads in panic, fearing that they would be the next to be criticized.
The person sitting at the desk has a kind of dignity and aloofness that can only be cultivated in his bones. Even if he doesn't speak, his innate aggressive aura makes people around him dare not breathe.
Lu Shiyan pursed his red lips, lifted his eyelids indifferently, slammed the document in his hand on the table, and said in a cold voice: "If you send this kind of garbage to me again in the future, you don't have to come."
The manager at the front quickly took back his report and replied timidly, "Yes, Mr. Lu."
A barely perceptible trace of fatigue and dejection flashed across Lu Shiyan's stern and clear face, but he concealed it well. He glanced at the few people with a cold gaze and said, "When the report is revised, show it to me."
"Remember, we at the Lu Group don't keep useless people!"
"Yes, Mr. Lu." Several people rushed out.
Only after the office door behind them closed did they dare to breathe a sigh of relief. The person who had just been scolded couldn't help but complain to Li Yan, "Assistant Li, Mr. Lu has become a completely different person in the past three years."
"You don't know, I was afraid he would throw the document on my head just now."
Others echoed, "Yeah, every time I come to headquarters to report to President Lu, I have to take quick-acting heart pills, for fear of being criticized."
"Isn't it?"
"Mr. Lu used to be a bit cold at best, but now he's just silent and moody."
Li Yan quickly calmed down the few people and asked his secretary to send them back first.
He turned around and looked worriedly in the direction of the president's office. Even the regional managers who occasionally came to the headquarters to report on their work knew that Lu Shiyan's temperament had changed drastically, let alone him who worked with him every day?
For three whole years, Lu Shiyan was still the young man who was in charge of the Lu Group, the largest enterprise in North City. In the eyes of his elders, he was an excellent heir who was calm, introverted, restrained and tolerant.
But only he knew that with the high-intensity work every day, the poor sleep at night that could only be achieved with the help of drugs, and the psychological counseling increased from once a month to once a week, Lu Shiyan was almost reaching his limit.
In the south city, there is an antique, solemn and elegant Chinese courtyard with winding paths, colorful flowers and beautiful scenery, all of which reveal a subtle and restrained artistic beauty.
In a secret room at the very back, there are countless precision instruments, which make an inaudible ticking sound.
On the spacious and plain bed, a handsome man with a charming appearance was sleeping peacefully. Suddenly, the peace was broken by the slight sound of a wheelchair rubbing against the ground.
The old man sitting in the wheelchair was wearing a well-tailored black Zhongshan suit. His temples were already gray, and his majestic eyes emitted a frighteningly sharp light. His face was elegant and handsome, and one could vaguely see the extraordinary handsomeness of his youth.
The housekeeper parked the wheelchair in front of the door, then the old man waved his hand, and the door was immediately opened. Several doctors in white coats entered the room one after another. After a period of skilled operation, the thick eyelashes of the young man who was originally sleeping on the bed trembled, and he slowly woke up.
He first stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling above his head, then slowly sat up, his eyes falling on the various instrument tubes wrapped around his body, a hint of confusion in his eyes as if he couldn't believe it.
He looked at the old man who was already close in front of him with confusion, "Grandpa, what's wrong with me?"
The old man, Fu Yuan, the head of the Fu family, the most mysterious and ancient family in South City, simply said, "Aci, you are sick."
Fu Yuan did not question his words. After all, the person in front of him was the one who raised him since he was a child. He was his closest and last relative in this world.
"So, am I cured?"
"Just a little bit more. Grandpa asked them to do a final check on you." Fu Yuan signaled the doctors that they could begin.
The doctors were operating the instruments skillfully. Fu Ci felt a sizzling electric current running through his body. He then held his head in agony, feeling like it was about to explode, and begged, "Grandpa, please make them stop! My head hurts so much!"
Fu Yuan remained unmoved, a barely perceptible sick light flashing in his eyes. "Aci, Grandpa knows you're in pain. Please bear with it for a while, bear with it for a while."
The deep voice contained an extremely dangerous signal and a desire for control, "It will be fine soon...it will be fine soon."
It was not until Fu Ci's face was distorted from the torture and he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water that the instrument finally stopped and the ubiquitous electric current disappeared.
Fu Chen asked directly: "Aci, you fell into the sea and suffered a severe head injury. Do you remember what happened before?"
Fu Ci replied calmly, "Grandpa, I only remember that my parents died when I was young, and you raised me single-handedly. I am the eldest son of the Fu family in Nancheng."
Fu Yuan was very satisfied with his answer. He raised his hand on the wheelchair, put his index finger and middle finger together and waved it backwards.
The butler immediately took out a few photos, pointed at the dignified middle-aged man in them and asked, "Master, do you remember this person?"
Fu Ci took a look and shook his head, "I don't remember."
"Who is this person?"
Fu Yuan's eyes revealed a trace of contempt. "An insignificant person. Grandpa is afraid that your head may have been severely injured and you may have other confusing memories, so he wants to test whether you are okay or not."
Fu Ci didn't doubt it and replied obediently, "Okay, Grandpa."
The butler then took out an old photo. In the photo, a young woman was holding a baby with a bright smile. "Master, what about this woman?"
Fu Ci looked at him and frowned slightly, "I don't know him, but this child has the same eyes as me."
"Does the young master still remember this person?" The butler took out a photo of a handsome young man and placed it in front of Fu Ci.
Fu Yuan couldn't help but clench the handle of the wheelchair, and his breathing became heavy.
Fu Ci picked up the photo, his eyes expressionless. The instrument was silent, only making a faint ticking sound. "I don't know."
Fu Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It seems that our Ah Ci has recovered. Then grandpa will take you back to your room."
After three years, the instruments on Fu Ci's body were finally removed, leaving deep marks on his cold white skin. He got out of bed and walked out of the room that had trapped him like a cage for three years.
He pushed Fu Yuan's wheelchair, slowly walked around the winding corridors according to the route he remembered, and returned to his room.
Fu Yuan then revealed a very satisfied smile, "Aci, you should have a good rest first. When you recover, grandpa will officially hand over the Fu family to you."
"Okay, Grandpa."
After returning to his room, Fu Ci did not rush to rest. He looked around and went to the bathroom.
He took out a tiny silver needle that he had hidden from the inside of his clothes, stroked the scar on the inside of his thigh that he had almost worn smooth, and carved the three words "Lu Shiyan" again stroke by stroke, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart forever.
Even though he was covered in blood, he felt no pain, as if only in this way could he remember the person he loved most forever.
He couldn't forget his brother, nor could he become the next puppet of the Fu family controlled by Fu Yuan.
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