Chapter 298 Ying Zijin: Brother, I'll Back You Up [2 Updates]
Upon receiving confirmation, the person on the other end of the phone was incredibly excited: "Brother, I'll start preparing right now. Just wait, I'll be in Shanghai tomorrow morning."
“Ian, there’s no need to rush.” Fu Yunshen said calmly, “I have something important to do. You can arrive on the 12th.”
"Urgent! Urgent! Of course I'm anxious!" came the sound of rummaging through drawers on the other end of the phone. "The day has finally come! How could I not be anxious?"
Few people know what the original intention behind the establishment of the Venus Group was.
The original intention was simply to take back Yuxiangfang.
As a result, it inadvertently became one of the world's top conglomerates.
Nobody knows how this happened.
"Brother, has something happened?" Ian asked, his initial excitement quickly turning to calm. "How did you suddenly come to this realization?"
He knew about the Fu family's affairs, and he knew even more how disgusting Fu Mingcheng's family was.
If it weren't for Old Master Fu, and if Fu Yunshen hadn't been so clever, he wouldn't have even had the chance to grow up before he died.
Ian also knew that Fu Yunshen hadn't made a move because of Old Master Fu.
Blood ties are a strange thing; there will always be ties between people.
Fu Yunshen could endure anything so that Old Master Fu could spend his later years in peace.
"It's nothing." Fu Yunshen narrowed his peach blossom eyes and smiled nonchalantly, "It's just that I have nothing left again."
Now that things had come to this point, how could Ian not understand what had happened? He immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
He should have thought of that sooner.
If one day Fu Yunshen decides to take action against the Fu family, it will inevitably be because Old Master Fu is no longer alive.
The Fu family can no longer hold him back.
There are very few things in this world that can trap Fu Yunshen.
"Brother, you...you still have us." Ian was heartbroken and didn't know how to comfort him. "Don't be sad."
"Hmm." Fu Yunshen didn't say anything more. "I'm hanging up."
Just as he was about to put his phone away, WeChat chimed.
She is his only starred friend right now.
"Sir, don't be afraid. I still have money; I can afford to support you. Come eat here; I've made a reservation."
I won't bother you for the next couple of days; please have some peace and quiet.
Fu Yunshen's fingers paused, and his eyelashes fluttered.
It felt like something was hitting my heart somewhere.
He clenched his fist tightly.
It took Fu Yunshen a full five minutes to reply.
Thank you, Yaoyao, I will.
He left the cemetery and drove to the city center.
**
An hour later, the Maserati stopped in front of a Michelin three-star restaurant.
Fu Yunshen pushed open the door and went in.
The man's face was so handsome that it was captivating and exceptionally outstanding.
Someone inside immediately recognized him.
It was already eight o'clock, past lunchtime, and there weren't many people, just one table of customers.
It was a gathering of several young men.
One of the young men, carrying a wine bottle, stood up unsteadily.
"Hey, isn't this our number one playboy in Shanghai, Fu Qi Shao Fu Yunshen?" He smiled, then seemed to suddenly realize, "Oh, no, no, you're not even a member of the Fu family."
"Meng Yang, don't tear his wounds open." Another young master said sarcastically, "He's still a playboy, he's just broke now."
"Yes, Fu Yunshen." Meng Yang smiled maliciously. "This store isn't cheap. You were kicked out of the Fu family, and your bank cards were frozen, right?"
He said dismissively, "Do you want me to lend you some money so I can treat you to a meal?"
As he spoke, Meng Yang shook the bottle in his hand again: "See this? This bottle of Rémy Martin costs 20,000 yuan. Tsk tsk, what a pity, you won't be able to afford it anymore."
The Meng family was actually not a prominent family in Shanghai; they were nouveau riche.
Now that Meng Yang has the opportunity to put Fu Yunshen down, he naturally won't let this chance pass.
Meng Yu reached into his pocket, preparing to take out his card to give to Fu Yunshen, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
He was the restaurant manager, and he was followed by more than a dozen waiters.
The waiters carried trays of food and red wine, a dazzling array that dazzled the eyes of Meng Yang and his young scions.
"Seventh Young Master." The manager ignored them and stepped forward quickly, very respectfully, "This was specially prepared for you by Miss Ying. She knew you were in a bad mood, so she specially ordered these for you."
Fu Yunshen paused for a moment, then looked up.
The most eye-catching items were the ten bottles of red wine.
A bottle from a Bordeaux winery costs 100,000.
Not to mention the other dishes, all made with the finest ingredients.
Meng Yang and the other young masters were stunned.
They are uneducated, have some money, and eating at a Michelin three-star restaurant is not a problem for them.
There's absolutely no one that big of a spendthrift would casually order a million-dollar bottle of wine.
Meng Yang was still clutching the bank card with 500,000 yuan in his hand, and his face felt burning with pain.
"Miss Ying has booked the entire place today." The manager then turned to Meng Yang and the others, "We are waiting for the Seventh Young Master to arrive. We apologize that we cannot accommodate you all."
He made a gesture of invitation, politely distant.
Meng Yang's face turned pale, and he left in a fit of rage.
The other young masters were too ashamed to stay any longer and were in a very sorry state.
After the waiter finished setting out the dishes, he also left.
The candlelight was bright, and the lamplight was warm.
Fu Yunshen sat down.
He looked down at the dishes on the table and suddenly smiled.
Only then did he realize that she meant it when she said she would support him.
It wasn't just a casual remark, nor was it intended to comfort him.
He was a bit greedy.
He wants to make her his alone, little one.
But he felt he didn't deserve it.
He doesn't deserve good things, nor does he deserve to drag her down.
He lived his entire life in revenge; he lived to find those people from twenty years ago.
He was already in hell; how could he dare to hope for light?
**
Although Fu Yunshen told him to slow down, Ian still arrived quickly.
On the evening of November 10th, he arrived in Shanghai with several close associates from the Venus Group and stayed at the Queen Hotel.
Although Queen Hotel is not owned by the Venus Group, it does hold a stake in the group.
The mountains and clouds are also there.
"Where's my brother?" Ian entered the room and glanced around. "He's not here?"
As he spoke, he put down the two bottles of wine: "I even rushed back before his birthday, thinking of celebrating a little."
“You forgot, tomorrow—” Yunshan pursed his lips, “Tomorrow is the anniversary of Miss Liuying and the old lady’s death. Young Master went to pay his respects.”
Ian suddenly fell silent, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
In the years they've followed Fu Yunshen, they've never seen him celebrate his birthday.
Because his birthday is the anniversary of the deaths of Fu Liuying and Yan Yuehua.
He carried the burden of a blood feud that he couldn't let go of.
Yunshan put the gun away, then picked up a burlap sack and a bundle of rope: "We're leaving."
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Ian asked, completely bewildered. "Are you going to fight?"
“We’re not going to fight.” This time it was Yunwu who spoke up. “Isn’t Young Master going to start dealing with the Fu family? So let’s go and tie up that brat Fu Yichen first.”
"We'll pack up after the young master finishes paying respects to Miss Liuying and the old lady."
"Kidnap someone?" Ian became interested and rolled up his sleeves. "I'll go too, and catch them off guard."
Yunshan gave him a disdainful look, but didn't say anything.
The three of them went out together.
**
Fu Liuying was not buried in the cemetery, but on a mountain to the east.
After paying his respects to Madam Yan Yuehua at the cemetery, Fu Yunshen went to the place where Fu Liuying was buried.
When he reached the top of the mountain, it was already 11:30 p.m.
Night fell, the sky was dark, there were no stars, and even the moon was obscured by clouds, so there was no light.
Fu Liuying's tomb is very simple.
It is a blank stele, with nothing on it.
It wasn't that Old Master Fu didn't value Fu Liuying; it was because he was afraid that the group from twenty years ago would come back.
Nobody knows if they'll dig up the graves too.
Fu Yunshen knelt down.
He raised his hand and stroked the cold tombstone, then suddenly smiled and whispered, "Mom, actually... I still miss you very much."
He didn't have a deep impression of Fu Liuying, after all, it had only been two years.
The only thing that still left a deep impression was that when Fu Liuying held him and coaxed him to sleep, she would often say a sentence to him.
"Xiao Qi, your mother named you Yun Shen, hoping that even in the deepest darkness, there will be a ray of sunlight to illuminate you."
"Little Qi, I hope you grow up happily and safely. I also hope to always be by your side."
Neither of Fu Liuying's two wishes were fulfilled in the end.
"It's nothing really." Fu Yunshen chuckled softly, leaning against a tree, looking up at the sky, and said calmly, "I've gotten used to being alone all these years."
I've gotten used to being alone.
I've gotten used to laughing.
Because only laughter can prove that he is happy, even if it is a poor disguise.
The mountaintop was silent and still.
Suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky.
One drop after another, gradually growing larger.
The rain was torrential, and the sky and earth were dark.
Fu Yunshen leaned against the tombstone, very quietly, without seeking shelter, letting himself be in the rain.
Rainwater streamed down his hair, face, and chin, soaking through all his clothes and almost drowning him.
Just then, footsteps sounded, very faint, almost inaudible.
However, Fu Yunshen had practiced ancient martial arts for many years, so his hearing was naturally superior to that of ordinary people.
As long as he is alert, he can hear even the slightest noise.
Fu Yunshen raised his head, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, and looked over.
In the darkness, someone slowly walked towards him.
A few seconds later, the torrential rain on his head stopped.
The girl stood in the rain, bending down slightly to hold an umbrella for him.
It was as if it were the only light in the world.
It's said that I'll suddenly get it this month.
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(End of this chapter)
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