True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

At the same time, the Nie family.

Mr. Nie was reading a newspaper on the sofa, and when he heard the door slam, he raised his head.

It was a surprise to see this.

Nie Yi was wearing a black suit, as tall as a jade tree, as tall and straight as the wind.

"Hey?" Old Man Nie pushed his reading glasses, "Unfilial son, why are you back?"

Since Nie Yi joined the One-character team, he also quit the Nie family.

Even Old Master Nie would never see him once in eight hundred years.

"Yunshen's grandfather has gone." Nie Yi frowned, he was used to this name long ago, "I'll come back to pack up and go to Shanghai City."

Mr. Fu's illness got better suddenly, and he left suddenly.

After Nie Yi nodded slightly, he was about to open the door after finishing packing as fast as he could.

"Wait!" Old Man Nie stood up with a serious expression, "I'll go with you."

In fact, Mr. Nie has never been in contact with the Fu family, and he does not know Mr. Fu.

But because of Nie Yi, he knew Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen and Nie Yi are brothers. As Nie Yi's grandfather, he can't just sit back and watch.

Nie Yi paused: "Okay."

This time, Shanghai City is really messed up.

**

The funeral was quick, and the Fu family had a lot of hands.

In the afternoon, Mr. Fu had already been sent to the mourning hall.

The Fu family has a special mourning hall. In the past, when the elders died, the younger generations would stay here for five days.

The coffin was also prepared more than three years ago, and was made of high-quality rosewood.

Except for the few households that had been separated out long ago, everyone in the Fu family rushed back, but basically they didn't feel anything.

"Brother, where's the will?" Third Master Fu glanced at the huge coffin and walked quietly to Fu Mingcheng's side, "Who did Dad give Yuxiangfang to?"

In fact, he just asked the same question, he just wanted to share more shares and real estate, and Yuxiangfang would not fall on his head anyway.

Fu Mingcheng's face sank, he didn't speak, just looked at the man kneeling in front of the coffin.

Third Master Fu followed his gaze, and his expression changed: "Is it really for this kid?"

Take Yuxiangfang, does Fu Yunshen match him?

"I've been kneeling for six hours." Fu Yichen snorted coldly, "Grandpa is gone, who should I show it to?"

Although it is said to keep the spirit, there are not as many rules as before, and there is no need to kneel.

But after Fu Yunshen sent Mr. Fu into the mourning hall, he was here, kneeling until now.

Fu Yihan's voice became cold: "Fu Yichen."

Fu Yichen shrank his neck and stopped talking immediately.

He wasn't afraid of Fu Mingcheng, but what he was most afraid of was his eldest brother.

Fu Yihan walked over and squatted beside Fu Yunshen.

He took out an envelope from his arms and moved his lips before opening his mouth: "Yun Shen, Grandpa... Grandpa's letter to you."

This letter was found by Fu Mingcheng in the locked drawer. As soon as he saw that it was for Fu Yunshen, Fu Mingcheng planned to tear it up, but was stopped by Fu Yihan.

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen raised his eyes.

The wind blew away his black clothes, but he didn't seem to feel any cold, and his body seemed to be completely numb.

His handsome complexion was unprecedentedly pale, and the peach blossom eyes that had always been romantic and smiling were as dead as a cold pool, without the slightest fluctuation.

Fu Yihan couldn't help being surprised and felt a chill in his heart.

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

In the impression, his younger brother is always smiling, even if a knife cuts him, he can still laugh.

For a moment, Fu Yihan even felt that the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a skeleton without a soul.

Fu Yunshen didn't speak, he knelt in front of the coffin, raised his slender fingers, and slowly opened the letter.

Fu Yihan got up quickly and avoided.

The letter that Mr. Fu wrote specifically to Fu Yunshen must not be seen by others.

Fu Yun lowered his head deeply.

Mr. Fu's handwriting is very correct and neat, just like his military style.

He looked slowly.

Xiao Qi, when you read this letter, grandpa has already gone to your grandma and mother.

Don't be sad, birth, old age, sickness and death are common things in the world.

Grandpa can live to this age, very happy.

As early as ten years ago, all those old comrades of mine went one by one, and I made a day like this today.

In this life, Grandpa has traveled all over the world and killed a lot of people. There is nothing to regret, but he is the most worried about you.

In fact, grandpa knows that you are very powerful. Grandpa is useless and can't give you the best. It is really good that you can go from defenseless to today.

You have enough capital to protect yourself, and the Fu family can't match it, but Yuxiangfang is yours, so don't refuse.

You have a knot in your heart and it is difficult to open your heart, but grandpa sees it, you now have another spiritual support, and grandpa is relieved.

Xiao Qi, you will always be the pride of grandpa, and grandpa is proud of you.

For grandpa, death is the beginning of another grand adventure, you have to remember, grandpa has been watching you from the sky.

Fu Yichang's masterpiece.

Recorded on 2020.11.2

Fu Yun deeply read this letter for half an hour.

He didn't cry, even his expression didn't change, he still knelt quietly in front of the coffin, his eyes were still.

It took a long time for Fu Yunshen to move.

His eyelashes drooped, his lips moved silently.

Of course he can hide a lot of people.

But as the person closest to him, how could Mr. Fu hide it?

Mr. Fu didn't say anything and pretended to be confused, because Mr. Fu also knew that if these things were exposed, the group of people from 20 years ago would come again.

Mr. Fu was worried that he would not be able to deal with the group of people, so he did his best to protect him.

So now, his only relative in this world has also passed away.

Nothing is left.

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

Just raised his hand and put it on his shoulder.

Fu Yunshen's shoulders moved, and he turned his head slightly: "Yaoyao, I'm fine."

After a pause, he seemed to be talking to her, as if to convince himself, repeated it again, and smiled: "I'm fine."

But his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face became even paler.

Ying Zijin fell silent.

Mr. Fu asked her not to tell Fu Yunshen, and he also didn't want Fu Yunshen to watch him go.

It's cruel to watch the people closest to you die step by step.

She got up again and went out.

Mr. Fu told her to let her watch Fu Yunshen eat. This kind of appearance was not what Mr. Fu wanted to see.

Fu Mingcheng stepped forward and put three incense sticks in front of the mourning hall. After bowing, his eyes fell on Fu Yunshen again.

Without any hesitation, he walked over and stood in front of Mr. Fu's coffin, condescendingly.

"Fu Yunshen, your grandfather has left. He also wrote a will early and left Yuxiangfang to you, but you know that you don't have the ability to take over."

"If you don't want the Fu Group to fall in your hands, transfer Yuxiangfang to me now. No matter what, I promise that you will have no worries in the future, how about it?"

Fu Yun raised his head, his light amber pupils were cold, and he killed coldly: "Get out."

He has not touched Fu Mingcheng, and it is also because Mr. Fu wants his children and grandchildren to live in harmony.

He followed the wishes of Mr. Fu.

But Mr. Fu is gone now.

Fu Mingcheng's heart trembled when he saw this gaze.

He groaned lightly.

Fu Yunshen is just a dude, could it be possible that he still has any real power?

What else could there be behind the scenes?

The left and right Mr. Fu is no longer there, and he doesn't have to maintain the mask of being a kind father and a filial son, and just tear his face.

"That's right." Fu Yichen sneered, "I can't do anything, why should I inherit Yuxiangfang?"

Third Master Fu and several other brothers and sisters didn't speak, but that's what he meant.

Yuxiangfang can be given to anyone, but it cannot be given to Fu Yunshen.

"Dad, and you, Yichen." Fu Yihan's expression sank, "Enough is enough."

Mr. Fu's corpse is still standing here.

Even if Fu Yunshen is not his own brother, is he so ruthless?

"Yihan, don't make trouble." Mrs. Fu pulled Fu Yihan aside and shook her head, "Your dad has a good idea."

Fu Yihan's expression was slightly stagnant: "Mom, you know that Yuxiangfang is..."

"Yes, I know." Mrs. Fu sighed, "but this person has already left. If he knows how to mix fragrance and perfume, he will be fine by Yuxiangfang."

"But he didn't inherit these two talents. Your dad is also good for the Fu family."

But Fu Yihan couldn't bear it: "Don't say it, go out."

However, Fu Mingcheng was reluctant and aggressive: "I brought the documents, you just need to sign."

Fu Yunshen finally moved, and he slowly stood up.

He raised his head and smiled.

"As soon as the old man came, he saw such a big show." It was also at this moment that a faint voice fell from outside the door, "Fu Mingcheng, you are so majestic."

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For the sane mind, death is just another great adventure - Dumbledore from Harry Potter