Brothers' quarrels. Cold skin, pale color, yet so sentimental...
The snow was falling heavily, with wind blowing, and the air was filled with a gray and white bleakness.
The winter in S City is extremely cold, and there are not many pedestrians on the streets. Only the Jiang family's villa is bustling with people, and there are so many luxury cars that even the garage can't hold them all.
The guests were all dressed in black and white. They took the white flowers from the butler at the door of the villa and walked into the main hall with sad expressions.
The main hall of the villa had been transformed into a mourning hall, with yellow and white wreaths arranged in two neat rows, and in the center was a portrait of the Jiang couple. Because the couple had died in a car accident, their bodies were horrific and had already been cremated, so the ceremony of a final farewell to their remains was omitted. Two expensive urns were placed before the portraits.
The Jiang family has huge assets and is a business tycoon in S City. Those who came to attend the condolences are all well-known figures.
There were some well-informed people among them who took advantage of the interval before the funeral began to whisper:
"I think the death of Mr. Jiang and his wife is very strange. It happened at the critical juncture when Jiang Corporation was participating in the bidding. It's not possible..."
"That's right! The Jiang family has never had many children. After the death of Mr. and Mrs. Jiang, they only have one son, a scholar who didn't even graduate from college. I guess the Jiang family will be in trouble in the future."
"Isn't it said that Jiang has an adopted son? He's just been recuperating abroad, so few people have seen him."
"How can an adopted son be as close as a biological son? Even if Jiang Wenyan loves the adopted child, he can't pass the family business to an outsider, right? Besides, I heard that the adopted son is a sickly child with congenital defects. Who knows..."
The rest of the words were not finished and were swallowed back into the stomach.
The gossiping guests straightened up, their expressions etched with the look of bereavement. The rapidity of their change of expression was truly breathtaking.
It was snowing heavily outside the villa. In the hall, thick sandalwood was burning, accompanied by the sound of chanting, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
The sound of orderly footsteps on the second floor suddenly dispelled the almost solidified heaviness in the air.
Four or five tall and strong bodyguards dressed in black came down the stairs, protecting the lawyer and a young man who were holding the will.
The bodyguards were all tall and strong, blocking the young man completely. They didn't stand on either side until they reached the hall.
The curious guests in the hall raised their eyes and stole a glance at the extremely mysterious "adopted young master" of the Jiang family.
The first thing that caught my eye was the young man's excessively thin figure. The plain black mourning clothes he wore made him look even more emaciated. His waist and hips were thin, and his shoulders were so thin they looked like a piece of paper, easily toppled by a single blow.
He is a sickly person who is exactly like the rumors.
However, the young man stood very straight, with black hair and thin lips, and his skin was as pale as snow in the light, almost translucent.
The young man's eyebrows were cold and pale, his eyes were pitch black, with a needle-tip-sized teardrop mole at the end of his eye, and his pupils were a very rare bamboo green, which was very impressive.
They had never met him before, only knowing his adopted son's style through rumors. They heard that upon receiving the tragic news of his parents' unexpected death, he rushed back to China that very day and, despite his frail body, he managed everything inside and outside the company, handling the aftermath and appeasing the group's elders... He stabilized the situation in just a few days, demonstrating his swift and decisive actions.
But no one could have imagined that this decisive and ruthless man was actually a sickly beauty with black hair and fair skin who looked so fragile and fragile.
The crowd's surprised eyes were as numerous as snowflakes, surrounding the young man.
Fu You stood before the portrait, his eyes lowered. A delicate tenderness and sadness accumulated between his brows, as if he were immersed in memories.
In fact, it is communicating with the system in the consciousness space:
[System, the reward "Entering Dreams" I received after the settlement in the previous small world can be used in this small world, right?]
[Yes, host.]
Fu You then praised the system a few more times, until the database of the small system was smoking, then he stopped and reviewed the plot of this small world.
This is a world of cool stories with a male protagonist and a business war as its theme. The protagonist Jiang Siran fell into the lowest point of his life after his parents died unexpectedly and his family property was taken away by his adoptive brother.
With his own efforts, he fought back, defeated his adoptive brother, and took back the group. Later, he investigated the truth about his parents' accidental death, sent the villain competitor who murdered his parents to prison, acquired the other party's company, and reached the top.
It is obvious that Fu You is the greedy bad brother who was finally angered to death in the hospital by the male protagonist.
His task is still to clear himself without his character's behavior being overly OOC or significantly disrupting the plot.
As a dedicated employee of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, Fu You always entered the small world very early. After so many years of getting along, he also knew his adopted brother very well.
Fu You stared at the portrait in silence for a long moment before finally turning around. He nodded slightly, signaling the lawyer beside him to begin presiding, and then said to the system:
[System, I bet that in no more than five minutes, my unique brother will show up at the funeral.]
As soon as the words fell.
A majestic sports car came to a stop outside the villa at lightning speed, its tires whistling as they rolled over the snow.
Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the car door open and a long leg wrapped in overalls stepping on the ground. A young man in a black windbreaker came out of the car, holding a bouquet of white flowers in his hand.
He was very tall, with a rebellious face beneath his platinum-colored hair. His eyebrows were thick and dark, and his eyelids had deep creases, which gave him a rather wild and handsome look. However, because his expression was extremely cold at the moment, he exuded a sharp aura that kept strangers away.
It was the young master of the Jiang family - Jiang Siran.
Jiang Siran walked with his long legs at a very fast pace. The guests on both sides only felt a gust of cold wind wrapped in snow passing by them. In the blink of an eye, the young master had walked to the front of the portrait.
He placed the white flower in his hand on the urn and stared at the smiling faces of his parents in the photo for several seconds. The corners of his slightly inward-curved eyes seemed to turn slightly red.
When he looked up again, Jiang Siran had that arrogant and cold face again.
As if he finally noticed his nominal brother standing beside him, Jiang Siran looked down at Fu You several times, grinned, and smiled.
"Long time no see, Jiang Fuyou." Jiang Siran said slowly, with a very indifferent and rude tone: "I thought you died abroad."
As soon as these explosive words were spoken, all the guests in the room pricked up their ears in curiosity.
——It seems that the relationship between the two brothers of the Jiang family is very bad!
To everyone's surprise, Fu You, the elder brother, did not show any anger or humiliation when he heard this malicious greeting.
He looked at Jiang Siran quietly for a few seconds and raised his hand.
A cold, white, slender hand reached out to Jiang Siran's head and gently stroked it a few times.
"Long time no see, Xiaoran." Fu You looked at Jiang Siran, his red eyes slightly lowered, showing the appearance of a very gentle and friendly good brother.
The good brother sighed softly: "You have grown taller and stronger."
A fleeting soft touch touched my head.
Jiang Siran widened his eyes slightly.
A feeling of being offended immediately rushed into his heart, but then, as Fu You withdrew his hand, he smelled the light, faint cold fragrance again.
The strands of snow look like a sea of bamboo mixed with snow, extremely elegant and soothing.
Strangely, the rage in Jiang Siran's heart was completely extinguished by the fragrance.
Jiang Siran let out a light "tsk" sound, and for once he didn't get angry. Instead, he lowered his eyelids and looked at the "brother" standing in front of him who had no blood relationship with him and was not even on the same household registration book.
I haven't seen him for several years, but this guy hasn't changed at all.
No, why does it seem to be getting younger and younger?
Fu You suffered from congenital heart disease and missed the best time for surgery, which resulted in his health being very poor and his development failing to keep up. When he grew up, he was only about 1.7 meters tall.
Jiang Siran was more than a head taller than the other person. From his perspective, Fu Youya's black hair slightly covered her cold eyebrows. When she looked at him, her deep green eyes were as gentle as autumn water, like snowflakes about to fall between bamboo leaves.
His face is so small, it seems not even as big as his hand, and his chin is so pointed without any flesh at all - he is so thin, probably even the cat at home has more flesh on him.
If the old man doesn’t give him pocket money, will he not have enough to eat abroad?
Just as Jiang Siran's thoughts wandered, Fu You had already withdrawn his gaze. He looked back at the lawyer standing beside him and said gently, "Lawyer Xu, please continue."
"This..." Lawyer Xu seemed to be in a dilemma, caught between the two brothers.
He glanced at Jiang Siran, who was daydreaming, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"What are you looking at me for? Read it." Jiang Siran came back to his senses, glanced at Lawyer Xu nonchalantly, and sneered, "It just so happens that I also want to hear what the old man wrote in his will."
Seeing this, Lawyer Xu had no choice but to continue reading with trepidation.
The previous content is all normal, but when it comes to the issue of group inheritance rights at the end -
"...All shares of the Jiang Group owned by me, Jiang Wenyan, will be inherited by my eldest son, Jiang Fuyou. My other children are not allowed to make any claims."
After hearing this, everyone was extremely shocked, and meaningful gazes kept falling on Fu You, who had a calm expression.
The whole hall was plunged into a tide of whispers.
"This is impossible!" After a long while, Jiang Siran finally woke up from his great shock.
He frowned sharply and retorted loudly: "There must be something wrong with the will!"
Lawyer Xu had anticipated this reaction. He internally groaned bitterly, wiping his sweat as he explained, "Young Master, President Jiang drafted this will a long time ago. Lawyers Zhao, Wang, and President Jiang's personal physician were all present during the notarization. Therefore, there's no possibility of fraud in this will."
Jiang Siran gritted his teeth when he heard that, and his defiant eyebrows were flickered by the indoor light, like a furious wolf.
He turned his spearhead towards Fu You, who was standing next to him, with a grim expression, and reached out to pull the other person's collar: "You must have played some tricks!"
The bodyguard next to him quickly stopped him, and it took three or four burly men to subdue the angry young master of the Jiang family.
Fu You did not refute, but just looked at Jiang Siran with lowered eyelashes as someone grabbed his arm and pressed his shoulder, his pale lips maintaining an expressionless curve.
"If it weren't for my parents, you'd still be a feral cat, having no idea where to get your food." Jiang Siran was unable to move, veins bulging on his forehead with anger, and his sharp white fangs were exposed when he growled, as if he was ready to attack at any moment: "Jiang Fuyou, how dare you——!"
Fu You saw the clear hatred in Jiang Siran's eyes.
He had known for a long time that his younger brother was a little mad dog, a reckless person who would take gasoline and burn down someone's house the next day after being bullied.
Fu You stood there in black mourning clothes, his silhouette half-illuminated by the snow, as white as jade and porcelain. He calmly asked, "Xiao Ran, today is my parents' funeral. Are you planning to mess this place up and make a fool of yourself in front of everyone watching the Jiang family?"
Jiang Siran's struggles suddenly slowed, but he continued to stare at Fu You. Just by looking at the heaving of his chest, one could tell he was furious.
"Even if you want to, I won't allow it." Fu You added, "If you can't calm down like an adult, I'll have my bodyguards throw you out."
"I don't need anyone else, I can walk by myself!" Jiang Siran exerted force with his arms and shook off the bodyguards' hands.
His night-black pupils gloomily swept over Fu You, who stood there, filled with sinister anger, as fierce and intimidating as a little wolf. "Every second I spend with you makes me sick, you ungrateful liar, hypocritical thief!"
After saying that, Jiang Siran turned around angrily, drove away from the villa.
The roar of the sports car starting up was like the angry roar of a wild beast, and the bright red shadow of the car quickly disappeared in the snow.
Fu You looked at the fiery red, an unknown emotion flashed through his eyes, and soon collapsed into a tiny halo.
The funeral went on as normal. After watching such a big drama of brothers fighting each other, everyone dared not say much, for fear of bringing bad luck to the new owner of the Jiang family.
As soon as Jiang Siran left, Fu You returned to her noble and cold appearance as a sickly beauty. The guests lined up to bid farewell to the portrait, holding Fu You's hand and asking him to mourn.
Everyone was shocked when they touched Fu You's skin, and they intuitively felt that the young man's hands were colder than a dead person.
Fu You lowered his eyes and thanked him. His eyelashes, like the fine feathers of a young crow, cast a dense shadow under his eyes, making his face look even paler than the white rose pinned on his chest. A small mole at the corner of his eye was shockingly gorgeous.
Some people became drunk unconsciously while watching, and could not help but comfort the Jiang family's beautiful adopted son who looked very fragile from the bottom of their hearts.
Even after they let go of their hands, the palms still seemed to retain the cold and soft texture like frozen snow, which made them look back every few steps.
The funeral was over by then and the guests were leaving in twos and threes.
Those who turned around saw Fu You still standing there. His frail body cast a long shadow in the light, and he seemed to be unable to hold on and was clinging tightly to the altar with the portrait.
The shadow then shook—
Without any warning, the owner of the shadow fell straight to the side, so lightly and quietly, like a leaf blown down by the wind, or a butterfly with broken wings.
It was so light that it made one's heart pound, as if being hit by a pile of rocks.
The bodyguards around seemed to be familiar with this situation. Two of them formed a human wall to support the fallen Fu You, one fed him water and the other took medicine, and their movements were orderly.
The bodyguards' tall and strong bodies blocked Fu You in the middle so tightly that people could only see a small bit of the young man's beautiful white chin through the gap.
Among the crowd, there was a pair of prying eyes, watching Fu You.
I didn't expect that the one who would inherit the Jiang family would be such a helpless poor thing.
The man's eyes were originally filled with speculation and coldness, but when he saw the young man being pinched by the chin and fed water with a glass, his eyes suddenly rippled.
The clear liquid, which he couldn't swallow in time, dripped down the pale bloodless lips of the sickly young man, staining his skin with a layer of crystal-clear and smooth luster. The skin was cold and the color was light, but it was so sensational that it went straight into people's hearts.
The owner of that eye rolled his Adam's apple, turned around and left with the crowd, still casually thinking:
To kill or not to kill?
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The author has something to say: New flavor Xiaoyou makes a shining debut~
He is a bit scheming, a gentle male mother, a sickly CEO brother =3=
P.S. Huahua is a nerd. All my knowledge about modern companies and the business world comes from the Internet. If there are any bugs, please ignore them. QAQ. Please treat it as an imaginary world (kneeling in advance)
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