Chapter 296 My Background Revealed! [3 Updates]
The sound grew louder as it approached, startling Fu Mingcheng so much that he almost fell over.
He looked up sharply and saw an old man in a black Tang suit walking slowly towards him, his steps steady and brisk.
Fu Mingcheng did not know Mu Heqing.
Given his status, he had no way of getting in touch with the Mu family.
After all, if the Fu family were located in the capital, they would be considered a family on the same level as the Su family.
It's too far removed from the Mu family's elite circle.
But this didn't stop Fu Mingcheng from guessing the old man in the Tang suit's identity. He immediately gripped the document in his hand and tentatively asked, "May I ask, sir, who are you...?"
Mu Heqing glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Mu Cheng stepped forward and said coldly, "Master's surname is Mu."
Upon hearing this surname, the expressions of all the Fu family members in the mourning hall changed.
The Mu family, Mu Heqing, are household names.
It's astonishing that such a person would travel all the way from the capital to pay his respects to Old Master Fu so quickly.
The other three major families haven't sent anyone yet.
Fu Mingcheng broke out in a cold sweat instantly: "So it's Elder Mu who has graced us with his presence. The Fu family is truly honored by your presence and we have failed to welcome you properly."
"There's no need for you to greet me," Mu Heqing said calmly. "Kneel down first, kneel for three days and three nights, and then you can start talking nonsense."
Fu Mingcheng was taken aback: "Old Mu, you..."
Mu Heqing ignored him and turned to say, "Mu Cheng."
"Yes, sir." Mu Cheng nodded, stepped forward, and pressed down on Fu Mingcheng's shoulder, forcing him to kneel down in front of Old Master Fu's coffin.
Mu Cheng wasn't a martial arts practitioner, but he was still skilled in martial arts, so he was naturally far superior to Fu Mingcheng.
With a thud, Fu Mingcheng knelt on the ground, his gaze fixed on the black and white photograph of Old Master Fu in the mourning hall. His heart skipped a beat, and he dared not look directly at it.
He gritted his teeth: "Old Mu, what do you mean?"
Mu Heqing lit three incense sticks before turning around: "I can't stand Yichang's unfilial descendants, and they're so aggressive."
His gaze swept over Fu Yichen, Madam Fu, and Third Master Fu, his eyes sharp as knives.
Fu Yi was truly lazy and good-for-nothing. He couldn't bear the attention he was being given, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.
"Yun Shen, don't move yet." Mu Heqing slowly walked behind Fu Yun Shen, placed a hand on his shoulder, and whispered, "Wait until your grandfather is completely settled before we talk about it, otherwise it's not good. I'll move for you."
It hasn't even been a day yet, let alone the seventh day after death.
The older generation also attaches great importance to keeping vigil and funeral rites, which must not be disrupted or disturbed the deceased.
Mu Heqing was even very clear that the most important thing for Fu Yunshen right now was to send Old Master Fu off peacefully.
He would not let his hands be stained with blood again in front of Old Master Fu's coffin.
But then—
Mu Heqing shook his head.
With Old Master Fu gone, who can keep this kid in check?
He concealed his sharp edges and willingly stayed in Shanghai because his closest people were there.
Fu Yunshen didn't say anything, but knelt down again and quietly looked at the coffin.
"Mr. Mu," Fu Mingcheng said, his expression grim as he was being controlled by Mu Cheng, "this is a matter for the Fu family. Even if you were my father's former superior, you have no right to interfere, do you?"
"Oh? How can this be called meddling?" Before Mu Heqing could say anything, another voice came from outside, "This is an elder disciplining a junior. Mu Heqing is a meritorious official. Let alone you, he can even point his finger at me and scold me. What, you don't have the right to do so?"
It was another old man, also dressed in black.
Mu Heqing was surprised: "Yun Jian, what brings you here too?"
The Nie family really has absolutely no connection with the Fu family.
"Condolences." Old Master Nie said nothing, stepped forward to offer incense, "Look at you lecturing people."
Mu Heqing: "..."
At this moment, no one in the mourning hall dared to speak; they didn't even dare to breathe.
Nie Yunjian!
Although this name isn't as well-known as Mu Heqing's, anyone in the elite circles would know it.
The heads of the two top families in the capital have actually gathered in Shanghai today.
Fu Mingcheng dared not speak. He endured the humiliation and knelt there unwillingly.
As time went by, more and more guests came to the funeral hall to pay their respects.
The Zhong family sent the most people, followed by the Jiang family. The Ying family only sent one company director, since the Ying family and the Fu family have no connection.
Zhong Manhua wasn't familiar with Old Master Fu, so she naturally wouldn't go to the funeral hall to pay her respects. However, she did sigh and say, "You know, when people get old, there are always more unexpected things. They can leave just like that. Life is truly unpredictable."
Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips: "Mom, actually, Grandpa Fu's departure is actually beneficial to our family."
"Advantageous?" Zhong Manhua was taken aback. "How so?"
“Didn’t you say that it was because of Young Master Fu that my sister was able to run away from home so recklessly?” Ying Yuexuan analyzed rationally. “But now that Old Master Fu is gone, Young Master Fu’s status has also plummeted.”
"He can barely take care of himself in the Fu family, how could he possibly have the energy to care for his sister?"
Zhong Manhua quickly realized: "Yes, that means your sister will have to come home."
Without Fu Yunshen's support, can Ying Zijin still be so willful?
“The funeral is in five days.” Zhong Manhua thought for a moment. “I will go and pick up your sister then.”
Ying Yuexuan nodded: "Mom, I'll go with you."
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The funeral was scheduled for November 9th.
Many people came this time; all four major families were present.
Mu Heqing and Grandpa Nie had to leave after attending the funeral because they still had matters to attend to in the capital.
After burying Old Master Fu in the cemetery, Fu Mingcheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned around, gave Fu Yunshen a cold look, and then said, "It just so happens that everyone is here, so I also have something to announce."
Upon hearing this, the guests who were about to leave were taken aback and turned around, somewhat puzzled.
With Old Master Fu gone, the position of head of the Fu family naturally fell to Fu Mingcheng.
Could it be that the Fu family is about to make some big move?
Mu Heqing and Old Master Nie have already left, and no one is interfering in the Fu family's affairs anymore.
Now, Fu Mingcheng has finally revealed the phone call he had kept inside for over twenty years.
He felt incredibly happy; he had never felt so relaxed before.
"Fu Yunshen is not my wife's or my son. He is not a member of the Fu family and has no right to inherit any of the Fu family's assets." Fu Mingcheng's voice was cold. "I ask you all to be my witnesses. Now, I will expel Fu Yunshen from the Fu family, and he will have no further connection with the Fu family!"
These powerful words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the crowd.
The crowd erupted in uproar.
Fu Yunshen isn't Fu Mingcheng's son?!
Could he be someone's illegitimate child?
Illegitimate children have absolutely no status in wealthy families.
"Dad, you're crazy!" Fu Yihan exclaimed in shock. "How can Yun Shen not be a member of the Fu family anymore? He clearly—"
"Shut up!" Fu Mingcheng snapped. "I said no, so he's not."
Jiang Moyuan's eyes deepened.
He originally thought that Fu Yunshen had simply lost a powerful backer.
It now seems that Fu Yunshen isn't even a member of the Fu family, so he really has no right to compete with him for anything.
His gaze shifted and landed on the girl in the distance, his brows furrowing slightly.
The funeral has just ended, so it's not a suitable time now, but there's plenty of time later.
Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips, turned around and left.
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing's eyes narrowed slightly. She raised her hand and grabbed Fu Yunshen's shoulder: 'You—'
"Yaoyao, it's alright." Fu Yunshen turned his head slightly, leaned down, and gently rubbed her head as usual, his lips curving slightly. "Let me be alone for a while, it'll be fine."
He will always be this kind of person.
Even if it hurts or is painful, they won't show it.
She was always elegant and never showed any sign of being disheveled.
Ying Zijing released her grip and frowned.
She knew he needed some quiet, so she stepped aside.
But Fu Mingcheng's words made the guests look at Fu Yunshen differently, especially those who had previously flattered him.
"I thought he was the real prince, but he turned out to be a fake raccoon dog."
"Not being a member of the Fu family, yet still wanting to inherit the Fu family, is truly wishful thinking."
Ying Zijing clenched her fist, her eyes gradually turning cold.
Nie Yi appeared beside her without her noticing.
He was still wearing the black suit he wore at the funeral, his expression somber, and he spoke slowly.
"Twenty years ago, a group of people came to the Fu family with great force. To this day, no one knows where they came from or what their purpose was."
Ying Zijin listened.
Nie Yi continued, "Yun Shen's grandmother died under the guns of those people while protecting him."
"Old Master Fu was also poisoned by those people and has been ill for twenty years."
"At the time, he was only two years old. He was hidden in the attic of the Fu family and watched his mother being killed by those people."
(End of this chapter)
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