Chapter 298 Ying Zijin: Brother, I support you [2 more]
After receiving the confirmation, the person on the other end of the phone was extremely excited: "Brother, I will go and prepare now. You wait, I will be in Shanghai tomorrow morning."
"Ian, don't worry." Fu Yunshen said lightly, "I have something important to do. You can just arrive on the 12th."
"Urgent, urgent, urgent, of course it's urgent." The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets came from the other end of the phone. "Finally, this day has come. How can I not be anxious?"
Few people know what the original intention of establishing Venus Group was.
The original intention was actually just to take back Yuxiangfang.
As a result, it accidentally became one of the world's top groups.
Who knows how it happened.
"Brother, is something wrong?" Ian calmed down after his excitement. "How did you suddenly figure it out?"
He knew about what happened in the Fu family, and he knew how disgusting Fu Mingcheng's family was.
If it weren't for Mr. Fu, if Fu Yunshen wasn't so smart, he wouldn't even have the chance to grow up and would have died.
Ian also knew that the reason Fu Yunshen had not taken any action was because of Mr. Fu.
Blood relationship is a very strange thing, there will always be ties.
In order for Mr. Fu to spend his later years in peace, Fu Yunshen can endure anything.
"Nothing." Fu Yun's peach blossom eyes narrowed and he smiled lightly, "It's just that I have nothing again."
Having said that, how could Ian not know what was going on? His heart immediately sank.
He should have thought of it earlier.
If one day, Fu Yunshen decides to take action against the Fu family, it must be because Grandpa Fu is no longer around.
The Fu family can no longer trap him.
There are not many things in this world that can trap Fu Yunshen.
"Brother, you...you still have us." Ian felt very uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to comfort him. "Don't be sad."
"Yeah." Fu Yunshen didn't say anything else, "Hang up."
Just as he was about to put his phone away, WeChat dinged.
He is his only star friend now.
[Sir, don't be afraid. I still have money and can afford to support you. Come here for dinner. I have reserved a table. 】
[I won't disturb you these two days, just be quiet. 】
Fu Yunshen's fingers paused and his eyelashes moved.
It felt like something was hitting somewhere in my heart.
Clenched deeply.
There was a pause of five minutes before Fu Yunshen responded.
[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 three-star Michelin store.
Fu Yunshen pushed the door open and went in.
The man's face was so handsome, so captivating, and so outstanding.
Someone inside recognized him immediately.
It was already eight o'clock at this time, past dinner time, so there weren't many people around, only one table of guests.
A few young men were having a party.
One of the young men stood up unsteadily, holding a bottle of wine.
"Oh, isn't this the most romantic and dissolute man in Shanghai, the Seventh Young Master Fu Yunshen?" He smiled, and then as if he suddenly realized something, "Oh, no, no, you are not even a member of the Fu family."
"Meng Yang, don't tear his wounds directly." Another young man said sarcastically, "He is still a playboy, but he has no money now."
"Yes, Fu Yunshen." Meng Yang smiled maliciously, "This store is not cheap. You were kicked out of the Fu family and your bank card was frozen, right?"
He was very contemptuous: "Do you want me to lend you some money and treat you to a meal?"
As he spoke, Meng Yang shook the bottle in his hand again: "Did you see that? This bottle of Remy Martin costs 20,000. Tsk tsk, what a pity, you won't be able to afford it in the future."
In fact, the Meng family is not well-known in Shanghai and they are from a nouveau riche family.
Now that Meng Yang can step on Fu Yunshen, he naturally will not let go of this opportunity.
Meng Yu was rummaging in his pocket, preparing to take out the card and give it to Fu Yunshen, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
He was the manager of the restaurant, and there were a dozen waiters following him.
The waiter was carrying plates and red wine, a dazzling array of items that dazzled the eyes of Meng Yang and the other young masters.
"Seventh Young Master." The manager ignored them and walked up quickly, very respectfully, "This is specially prepared for you by Miss Ying. She knows you are in a bad mood, so she specially ordered these for you."
Fu Yunshen paused and looked up.
The most eye-catching thing is the ten bottles of red wine.
Produced by a Bordeaux winery, one bottle costs one hundred thousand.
Not to mention the other dishes, all of them are made with top-quality ingredients.
Meng Yang and several other young masters were stunned.
They don't need to learn a lot, they have some money and it's not a problem for them to eat in a Michelin three-star restaurant.
But there is definitely no one so rich as to order a million-dollar bottle of wine without any hesitation.
Meng Yang was still holding the bank card with a deposit of 500,000 yuan in his hand, and his face felt a burning pain.
"Miss Ying has reserved the place for today." The manager then looked at Meng Yang and the others, "We are just waiting for the Seventh Young Master to come. Sorry we can't accommodate you guys."
He made a gesture of invitation, politely and distantly.
Meng Yang's face turned blue and he left in a rage.
The other young masters were too embarrassed to stay any longer and were in a very embarrassed state.
After the waiter served the dishes, he also left.
The candlelight is bright and the light is warm.
Fu Yunshen sat down.
He lowered his eyes to look at the food on the table and suddenly smiled.
Only then did he realize that she was serious about supporting him.
It wasn't just a casual remark, nor was it meant to comfort him.
He is a little greedy.
He wanted to make her his own, little friend.
But he felt that he didn't deserve it.
He didn't deserve good things, and he didn't deserve to pull her down.
He has lived his whole life in revenge, and he lives to find that group of people from twenty years ago.
He is already in hell, how dare he hope for light.
**
Although Fu Yunshen asked him to slow down, Ian still arrived quickly.
On the evening of November 10, he brought several close associates from the Venus Group to Shanghai and stayed at the Queen Hotel.
Although Queen Hotel is not a property of Venus Group, it still owns a portion of the shares.
The mountains and clouds are also there.
"Where's my brother?" Ian walked into the room and took a look. "He's not here?"
As he said this, he put down the two bottles of wine and said, "I even rushed back before his birthday, thinking of celebrating it."
"You forgot, tomorrow -" Yunshan pursed his lips, "tomorrow is the anniversary of Miss Liuying and the old lady's death, the young master is going to pay homage."
Ian suddenly fell silent, his eyes complicated.
In the past few years that they have followed Fu Yunshen, they have never seen him celebrate his birthday.
Because his birthday is the death anniversary of Fu Liuying and Yan Yuehua.
He carries a blood feud that he can't let go of.
Yunshan put away his gun, picked up a sack and a bundle of ropes, and said, "Let's go."
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" Ian was confused. "Are you going to fight?"
"It's not a fight." This time it was Yun Wu who spoke, "Isn't the young master going to start cleaning up the Fu family? So let's go tie up that kid Fu Yichen first."
"Wait until the young master has finished paying respects to Miss Liuying and the old lady, and then we can clean up."
"Kidnap someone?" Ian became interested and rolled up his sleeves. "I'll go too. I'll catch him off guard."
Yunshan looked at him with disdain, but said nothing.
The three of them went out together.
**
Fu Liuying was not buried in the cemetery, but on a mountain in the east.
After Fu Yunshen paid his respects to Madam Fu Yan Yuehua at the cemetery, he went to the place where Fu Liuying was buried.
When he reached the top of the mountain, it was already half past eleven at night.
The night was dark, there were no stars in the sky, and even the moon was covered by clouds, so there was no light.
Fu Liuying's grave is very simple.
It is a blank monument with nothing on it.
It’s not that Mr. Fu doesn’t value Fu Liuying, but he is afraid that the group of people from twenty years ago will come again.
No one knew whether they would dig up the graves as well.
Fu Yunshen half-knelt down.
He raised his hand, stroked the cold tombstone, suddenly smiled, and said softly: "Mom, actually... I still miss you very much."
He didn't actually have a very deep impression of Fu Liuying, after all, it was only two years.
The only thing that was still vivid in his memory was that when Fu Liuying was holding him and coaxing him to sleep, she would often say something to him.
"Xiao Qi, Mommy named you Yunshen because I hope that even if you are in the dark abyss, there will always be a ray of sunlight to illuminate you."
"My dear little Qi, grow up happily and safely. I hope I can always be by your side."
In the end, neither of Fu Liuying's two wishes came true.
"It's nothing, actually." Fu Yunshen chuckled, leaning against a tree, looking up at the sky, and said calmly, "After so many years, I've gotten used to being alone."
Used to being alone.
Get used to laughing.
Because only smiling can prove that he is happy, even if it is a poor disguise.
The top of the mountain was quiet and silent.
Suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky.
One drop after another, gradually getting bigger.
It rained heavily and the sky and the earth were dark.
Fu Yunshen was still leaning against the tombstone, very quiet, not trying to hide, just letting himself fall under the rain.
The rain flowed down his hair, face, and chin in streams, soaking all his clothes and almost drowning him.
But at this moment, there were footsteps, very faint and almost inaudible.
But Fu Yunshen has practiced ancient martial arts for many years, so his ears are naturally not comparable to those of ordinary people.
As long as he is alert, he can hear any movement.
Fu Yunshen raised his head, narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and looked over.
In the darkness, someone was slowly walking towards him.
A few seconds later, the heavy rain above his head stopped at this moment.
The girl stood in the rain, leaned down slightly, and held the umbrella for him.
It seems like the only light in this world.
It is said that this month will be a good month for you to open your mind
Emperor Ying: I am still a few votes away from one, it's time to vote~
(End of this chapter)
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