The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 306: 295 Completely unaware of Fu Yunshen’s strength [2 updates]

Meanwhile, at the Nie Family.

Old Master Nie was reading a newspaper on the sofa when he heard the door and looked up.

To his surprise,

Nie Yi, dressed in a black suit, stood tall and straight like a graceful jade tree against the wind.

“Eh?” Old Master Nie adjusted his reading glasses. “Unfilial son, how come you are back?”

Since Nie Yi had joined the Yi Character Team, he had also withdrawn from the Nie Family.

Even Old Master Nie could hardly see him once in eight hundred years.

“Yunshen’s grandfather has passed away.” Nie Yi furrowed his brows, already accustomed to the name. “I’m back to pack some things, need to go to Shanghai City.”

Old Master Fu’s recovery had been sudden, and his departure just as abrupt.

After giving a slight nod, Nie Yi packed his belongings at the fastest pace and was about to push the door.

“Wait!” Old Master Nie stood up, his expression stern. “I’ll go with you.”

Old Master Nie actually had no ties with the Fu Family and didn’t know Old Master Fu either.

But because of Nie Yi, he was aware of Fu Yunshen.

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Fu Yunshen and Nie Yi were brothers, and there was no way he, as Nie Yi’s grandfather, could stand by and do nothing.

Nie Yi paused in his steps. “Okay.”

This time, Shanghai City was truly in chaos.

**

The funeral arrangements were made quickly, as the Fu Family had many hands to help.

By the afternoon, Old Master Fu had already been moved to the mourning hall.

The Fu Family had a special mourning hall where the younger generations would guard the wake for five days when the elders passed away.

The coffin, prepared more than three years ago, was made of fine pear wood.

Apart from a few branches that had split off earlier, every member of the Fu Family rushed back, but they were mostly indifferent.

“Big brother, the will?” Third Master Fu glanced at the huge coffin and quietly approached Fu Mingcheng. “Who did Dad leave the Imperial Fragrance House to?”

In fact, it was a rhetorical question; he was merely hoping to claim a larger share of the stocks and property, as the Imperial Fragrance House would never fall into his hands anyway.

Fu Mingcheng’s face darkened. He said nothing but looked at the man kneeling in front of the coffin.

Following his gaze, Third Master Fu’s expression changed. “Did he really leave it to this kid?”

Did Fu Yunshen deserve to take over the Imperial Fragrance House?

“He’s been kneeling for six hours.” Fu Yichen scoffed. “Grandpa is gone, who is he trying to show?”

Though they were supposed to guard the wake, the rules weren’t as strict as before, and kneeling wasn’t necessary.

But after Fu Yunshen brought Old Master Fu into the mourning hall, he had been kneeling here the whole time.

Fu Yihan’s voice turned cold. “Fu Yichen.”

Fu Yichen shrank his neck and immediately fell silent.

He wasn’t afraid of Fu Mingcheng, but the one person he feared the most was his elder brother.

Fu Yihan walked over and squatted next to Fu Yunshen.

He pulled an envelope from his chest, his lips moved slightly before he spoke. “Yunshen, Grandpa… Grandpa’s letter for you.”

This letter was found by Fu Mingcheng in a locked drawer; upon seeing it was for Fu Yunshen, Fu Mingcheng had thought about tearing it up, but was stopped by Fu Yihan.

Hearing these words, Fu Yunshen finally lifted his gaze.

The wind blew open his black lapels, but he seemed impervious to the cold, his body as if completely numb.

His handsome features were paler than ever before, his usually charming and smiling eyes dead as a cold pool, void of any ripple.

Fu Yihan couldn’t help but feel a shock, cold gripping his heart.

He had never seen this kind of emotion in Fu Yunshen.

In his memory, his younger brother was always laughing, even if a knife was cutting into his skin, he would still smile.

For a moment, Fu Yihan even felt like the person standing before him was not a human, but a soulless skeleton.

Fu Yunshen remained silent, just kneeling in front of the coffin, his slender fingers rising, slowly opening the envelope.

Fu Yihan quickly stood up and stepped aside.

A letter Old Master Fu specifically wrote for Fu Yunshen was certainly meant to be unseen by others.

Fu Yunshen looked down.

Old Master Fu’s handwriting was very neat, meticulous, reflecting his military discipline.

He read very slowly.

Xiao Qi, when you see this letter, Grandpa has gone to join your grandma and your mom.

Don’t be sad, birth, aging, sickness, and death are part of life.

Grandpa is happy to have lived to this age.

A decade ago, when my old comrades-in-arms left one after another, I was prepared for this day to come.

In my lifetime, I’ve roamed and even killed quite a few people; I have no regrets, except that I worry about you the most.

To be honest, Grandpa knows you’re capable. I’m useless and couldn’t give you the best, but you’ve done really well to get to where you are today, starting from nothing.

You have now acquired enough capital to protect yourself, and even the Fu Family can’t beat that. However, the Imperial Fragrance House was originally yours, so don’t refuse it.

You have a knot in your heart that you find hard to untie, but Grandpa has seen through it. You already have another pillar of spiritual support now, and Grandpa is relieved.

Xiao Qi, you will always be Grandpa’s pride, and Grandpa is proud of you.

For Grandpa, death is the start of another grand adventure. Remember, Grandpa will always be watching over you from the heavens.

Fu Yichang’s dying words.

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Fu Yunshen read this letter for an entire half hour.

He didn’t cry, and his expression didn’t even change; he just knelt quietly in front of the coffin, his gaze solemn and still.

It was only after a long period that Fu Yunshen made a move.

His eyelashes dropped, and his lips silently moved a bit.

Of course, he could deceive many people.

But how could Old Master Fu, the person closest to him, be fooled?

Old Master Fu didn’t say anything and feigned ignorance because he knew that if these issues were exposed, those people from twenty years ago would come back.

Old Master Fu worried that he wouldn’t be able to handle those people, so he did everything possible to protect him.

So now, the only relative he had in this world had also passed away.

Nothing was left.

Ying Zijin also crouched down, as she never knew how to comfort people.

She just reached out her hand and placed it on his shoulder.

Fu Yunshen’s shoulder moved slightly, and he tilted his head a bit, “Yaoyao, I’m okay.”

After a pause, as if speaking to her as well as convincing himself, he repeated, adding a smile, “I’m okay.”

But his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his complexion grew even paler.

Ying Zijin fell silent.

Old Master Fu didn’t want her to tell Fu Yunshen, as he also didn’t want Fu Yunshen to watch him go.

Watching one’s closest person step by step towards death is too cruel.

She stood up again and walked out.

Old Master Fu had asked her to make sure Fu Yunshen ate, this was not what Old Master Fu wanted to see.

Fu Mingcheng stepped forward, offering three incense sticks at the memorial hall, paid his respects, and then his gaze once again fell on Fu Yunshen.

Without any hesitation, he walked over and stood arrogantly in front of Old Master Fu’s coffin.

“Fu Yunshen, your grandfather has passed away. He also wrote his will early, leaving the Imperial Fragrance House to you, but you know you’re not capable of taking it over.”

“If you don’t want to see the Fu Corporation fall under your watch, transfer the Imperial Fragrance House to me now. Regardless, I guarantee you will never have to worry about food and clothing in the future, how about that?”

Fu Yunshen raised his head, his pale amber pupils cold, filled with killing intent, “Get out.”

He had always refrained from moving against Fu Mingcheng because Old Master Fu had hoped for harmony among his descendants.

He followed Old Master Fu’s wishes.

But Old Master Fu was no longer here.

Fu Mingcheng’s heart skipped a beat under that gaze.

He sneered in his heart.

Fu Yunshen, just a wastrel playboy. Could he actually have any real power?

Did he have any backing?

After all, Old Master Fu was no longer here, and he no longer needed to maintain the facade of a filial son, so he could just tear off the mask now.

“Exactly,” Fu Yichen scoffed, “Knowing nothing, what gives you the right to inherit the Imperial Fragrance House?”

Third Master Fu and several other siblings didn’t speak, but they felt the same.

The Imperial Fragrance House could go to anyone, just not to Fu Yunshen.

“Dad, and you, Yichen,” Fu Yihan’s expression darkened, “That’s enough.”

Old Master Fu’s body had not yet turned cold, and here it was, laid out.

Even if Fu Yunshen wasn’t his own brother, was this level of indifference necessary?

“Yihan, don’t make things worse,” Madam Fu pulled Fu Yihan aside, shaking her head, “Your father knows what he’s doing.”

Fu Yihan’s expression paused slightly, “Mom, you well know the Imperial Fragrance House is …”

“Yes, I know,” Madam Fu sighed, “But the man is already gone, and if Yunshen understood fragrance and perfume, it wouldn’t be a problem to leave the Imperial Fragrance House to him.”

“But he hasn’t inherited those talents, and your dad is thinking of the Fu Family’s best interest.”

Fu Yihan couldn’t hold back, “Stop it, let’s all go out.”

Fu Mingcheng, however, was relentless and aggressive, “I’ve brought the papers; you just need to sign.”

Finally, Fu Yunshen made a move; he slowly stood up.

Raising his head, he smiled.

“The old man arrives to see such a spectacle,” just then, a faint voice came from outside the door, “Fu Mingcheng, quite the bravado you have.”