At the same time, at the Nie residence.
Old Master Nie was reading the newspaper on the sofa. He looked up when he heard the door open.
He was surprised to see who it was.
Nie Yi was wearing a black suit. He was tall and straight.
"Eh?" Old Master Nie adjusted his reading glasses. "Unfilial son, why are you back?"
Ever since Nie Yi joined Yizi, he had left the Nie family.
Even Old Master Nie would not see him once in eight hundred years.
"Yunshen's grandfather has passed away." Nie Yi frowned. He was already used to this title. "I'm back to pack my things. I'm going to Hu City."
Master Fu's recovery was sudden. His departure was also sudden.
Nie Yi nodded slightly. He packed his things as quickly as possible and was about to open the door.
"Wait!" Old Master Nie stood up with a serious expression. "I'll go with you."
Old Master Nie had never been in contact with the Fu family. He did not know Master Fu either.
But because of Nie Yi, he knew Fu Yunshen.
Fu Yunshen and Nie Yi were brothers. As Nie Yi's grandfather, he could not sit back and do nothing.
Nie Yi stopped in his tracks. "Okay."
This time, Hu City was really in chaos.
**
The funeral was arranged quickly. The Fu family had many people.
In the afternoon, Master Fu was sent to the mourning hall.
The Fu family had a special mourning hall. In the past, when the elders passed away, the younger generation would keep vigil here for five days.
The coffin was prepared more than three years ago. It was made of high-quality rosewood.
Other than a few families who had been separated, everyone in the Fu family rushed back. But basically, they did not feel anything.
"Brother, where's the will?" Third Master Fu glanced at the huge coffin and quietly walked to Fu Mingcheng. "Who did Dad give Imperial Fragrance Market to?"
Actually, he was just asking. He only wanted to get more shares and real estate. No matter what, Imperial Fragrance Market would not fall into his hands.
Fu Mingcheng's face darkened. He did not speak and only looked at the man kneeling in front of the coffin.
Third Master Fu followed his gaze and his expression changed. "Did he really give it to this guy?"
Did Fu Yunshen deserve to take over the Imperial Fragrance Market?
"You've been kneeling for six hours." Fu Yichen snorted. "Grandpa has already left. Who are you showing this to?"
Although they were supposed to guard the coffin, there weren't as many rules as before, and there was no need to kneel.
However, Fu Yunshen had been kneeling there ever since he sent Master Fu into the mourning hall.
Fu Yihan said coldly, "Fu Yichen."
Fu Yichen shrunk his neck and stopped talking.
He wasn't afraid of Fu Mingcheng, but he was most afraid of his older brother.
Fu Yihan walked over and squatted down beside Fu Yunshen.
He took out an envelope and said, "Yunshen, Grandpa … Grandpa sent you a letter."
Fu Mingcheng had found this letter in a locked drawer. Upon seeing that it was for Fu Yunshen, Fu Mingcheng was about to tear it up, but Fu Yihan stopped him.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshen looked up.
The wind blew at his black shirt, but he didn't seem to feel the cold at all. His body seemed to be completely numb.
His handsome face was unprecedentedly pale. His peach blossom eyes, which were always smiling, were as still as a cold lake. There wasn't a hint of emotion in them.
Fu Yihan couldn't help but be shocked. His heart turned cold.
He had never seen Fu Yunshen in such a state before.
In his impression, this younger brother of his was always smiling. Even if he was cut by a knife, he could still smile.
For a moment, Fu Yihan even felt that the person standing in front of him wasn't a person, but a skeleton without a soul.
Fu Yunshen didn't say anything. He knelt in front of the coffin and slowly opened the letter with his slender fingers.
Fu Yihan quickly got up and avoided it.
Master Fu had specially written this letter to Fu Yunshen. He probably didn't want anyone else to see it.
Fu Yunshen lowered his head.
Master Fu's handwriting was neat and tidy, just like his military style.
He read it very slowly.
Little Seven, when you see this letter, grandpa will have already gone to look for your grandmother and mother.
Don't be sad. Birth, old age, illness, and death are common things in the world.
Grandpa is very happy to be able to live to this age.
As early as ten years ago, my old comrades all passed away one by one. I had already prepared for this day.
Grandpa has traveled extensively and killed many people. There's nothing to regret. I'm just worried about you.
Grandpa knows that you're very powerful. Grandpa is useless and can't give you the best. It's really good that you were able to walk step by step from being unarmed to where you are today.
You have enough capital to protect yourself. Even the Fu family can't compare to you. But Imperial Fragrance Workshop was originally yours. Don't reject it.
You have a knot in your heart and it's hard for you to open your heart. But grandpa can see that. Now that you have another pillar of support, grandpa can rest assured.
Little Seven, you'll always be grandpa's pride. Grandpa is proud of you.
To grandpa, death is the beginning of another grand adventure. You have to remember that grandpa has always been watching you from the sky.
Fu Yichang's last words.
Written in 2020.11.2
Fu Yunshen read this letter for a full half an hour.
He didn't cry. Even his expression didn't change. He still knelt quietly in front of the coffin.
After a long time, Fu Yunshen finally moved.
His eyelashes lowered and his lips moved silently.
Of course, he could hide it from many people.
But Master Fu was the person closest to him. How could he hide it from him?
Master Fu didn't say anything and pretended to be confused. Because Master Fu also knew that if these things were exposed, the group of people from 20 years ago would come looking for him again.
Master Fu was worried that he wouldn't be able to deal with that group of people. So he did his best to protect him.
So now, the only family he had left in this world was gone.
Nothing was left.
Ying Zijin also half-squatted. She never knew how to comfort people.
She only raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder.
Fu Yunshen's shoulder moved and he tilted his head slightly. "Yaoyao, I'm fine."
After a pause, he seemed to be saying this to her, but also to convince himself. He repeated himself and even smiled. "I'm fine."
But his eyelashes were trembling slightly and his face was even paler.
Ying Zijin fell silent.
Master Fu asked her not to tell Fu Yunshen because he didn't want Fu Yunshen to watch him leave.
It was too cruel to watch the person closest to you walk towards death step by step.
She got up again and walked out.
Master Fu had asked her to watch Fu Yunshen eat. This wasn't something Master Fu wanted to see.
Fu Mingcheng walked forward and lit three incense sticks in front of the mourning hall. After he bowed, his gaze landed on Fu Yunshen again.
Without any hesitation, he walked over and stood in front of Master Fu's coffin, looking down at him.
"Fu Yunshen, your grandfather has already passed away. He also wrote a long time ago and left Imperial Fragrance Workshop to you. But you know very well that you don't have the ability to take over.
"If you don't want Fu Group to decline in your hands, transfer Imperial Fragrance Workshop to me now. No matter what, I promise you that you won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future. What do you think?"
Fu Yunshen looked up, his light amber eyes cold and murderous. "Get out."
He didn't touch Fu Mingcheng all this time because Master Fu wanted his descendants to live in harmony.
He went along with Master Fu's wishes.
But Master Fu was no longer around.
Fu Mingcheng's heart skipped a beat when he saw this gaze.
He chuckled in his heart.
Fu Yunshen was just a playboy. Could he have any real power?
What other backing could he have?
Since Master Fu was no longer around, he didn't need to maintain the facade of being a filial son anymore.
"That's right," Fu Yichen sneered. "He doesn't know anything. What right does he have to inherit Imperial Fragrance Workshop?"
Third Master Fu and the other siblings didn't say anything, but they had the same thought.
They could give Imperial Fragrance Workshop to anyone but Fu Yunshen.
"Dad, and you, Yichen." Fu Yihan's expression darkened. "That's enough."
Old Master Fu's body had yet to turn cold, and it was still there.
Even if Fu Yunshen wasn't his biological brother, did he have to be so heartless?
"Yihan, don't cause trouble," Mrs. Fu pulled Fu Yihan to the side and shook her head. "Your father knows what he's doing."
Fu Yihan's expression froze for a moment. "Mom, you know that Imperial Fragrance Workshop is …"
"Yes, I know." Mrs. Fu sighed. "But he's already gone. If Yunshen knows how to make perfumes, it's fine to give Imperial Fragrance Workshop to him."
"But he didn't inherit those two talents. Your father is doing this for the good of the Fu family."
Fu Yihan couldn't take it anymore. "Stop talking. Get out of here."
Fu Mingcheng didn't give up. He said aggressively, "I brought a document. You just need to sign it."
Fu Yunshen finally moved. He slowly stood up.
He looked up and smiled.
"This is the first thing I see when I get here." At this moment, a faint voice sounded from outside the door. "Fu Mingcheng, you're so impressive."
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