After receiving the confirmation, the person on the other end of the line was very excited. "Brother, I will go and prepare now. Wait for me, I will arrive in Hu City tomorrow morning."
"Ian, don't worry," Fu Yunshen said lightly. "I have something important to do. You can arrive on the 12th."
"Of course, of course I am." The person on the other end of the line was rummaging through boxes and cabinets. "The day has finally come. How can I not be anxious?"
Not many people knew the original intention of the Venus Group.
The original intention was to take back Imperial Fragrance Workshop.
But in the end, it became the world's top corporation.
Who knew what had happened?
"Brother, did something happen?" After the excitement, Ian calmed down. "Why did you suddenly think it through?"
He knew what had happened to the Fu family and how disgusting Fu Mingcheng's family was.
If not for Master Fu and Fu Yunshen's intelligence, he would not have had the chance to grow up and would have died.
Ian also knew that Fu Yunshen had not done anything because of Master Fu.
Blood ties were a strange thing. There would always be ties.
In order for Master Fu to live peacefully in his old age, Fu Yunshen could tolerate anything.
"It's nothing." Fu Yunshen narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly. "It's just that I don't have anything left."
At this point, how could Yi En not know what had happened? His heart immediately turned cold.
He should have thought of it.
If one day Fu Yunshen decided to attack the Fu family, it would be because Master Fu was no longer around.
The Fu family could not trap him anymore.
There were not many things in the world that could trap Fu Yunshen.
"Brother, you … you still have us." Ian was very sad. He did not know how to comfort him. "Don't be sad."
"Okay." Fu Yunshen did not say anything else. "I am hanging up."
Just as he was about to put away his cell phone, he received a WeChat notification.
He was the only Star Bearer friend he had.
[Sir, don't be afraid. I still have money. I can still afford to feed you. You can eat here. I've reserved a table.]
[I won't disturb you for the next two days. Have some peace.]
Fu Yunshen's fingers paused and his eyelashes twitched.
Somewhere in his heart, he felt as if something had struck it.
He clenched his fists tightly.
After five minutes, Fu Yunshen finally replied.
[Thank you, Yaoyao. I will.]
He left the cemetery and drove downtown.
**
An hour later, the Maserati stopped in front of a Michelin three-star store.
Fu Yunshen pushed the door open and went in.
The man's appearance was handsome, too breathtaking, extremely outstanding.
Someone inside immediately recognized him.
It was already eight o 'clock. It was past dinner time, so there weren't many people around. There was only one table of customers.
It was a gathering of a few young masters.
One of the young masters stood up unsteadily with a bottle of wine in his hand.
"Hey, isn't this the number one playboy in Hu City, Seventh Young Master Fu Yunshen?" He smiled and then seemed to have realized something. "Oh, no, no. You are not even a member of the Fu family."
"Meng Yang, don't tear at his wound." Another young master said sarcastically. "He is still a playboy, but he has no money."
"Yes, Fu Yunshen." Meng Yang smiled maliciously. "This store is not cheap. You have been kicked out of the Fu family and your bank cards have been frozen, right?"
He said contemptuously, "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. "Do you see this? This bottle of Remy Martin costs twenty thousand yuan. What a pity, you can't afford to drink it anymore. "
The Meng family was not ranked in Hu City. They were nouveau riche.
Now that Meng Yang had the chance to step on Fu Yunshen, he would not let go of this opportunity.
Meng Yu was about to take out his card and give it to Fu Yunshen when he was interrupted by a series of footsteps.
It was the manager of the restaurant and there were a dozen waiters behind him.
The waiters were holding plates and red wine in their hands. The dazzling array of dishes blinded Meng Yang and the other young masters.
"Seventh Young Master." The manager ignored them and quickly stepped forward. He was very respectful. "Miss Ying specially prepared these for you. She knew that you were in a bad mood, so she specially ordered these for you."
Fu Yunshen paused and looked up.
The most eye-catching thing was the ten bottles of red wine.
It was from Bordeaux and cost a hundred thousand yuan per bottle.
Not to mention the other dishes, which were all made with the best ingredients.
Meng Yang and the other young masters were stunned.
They were not ignorant and had a few bucks on them. It was not a problem to eat in a Michelin three-star restaurant.
But they were definitely not rich enough to order a million yuan worth of red wine.
Meng Yang was still holding the bank card with five hundred thousand yuan in his hand and felt his face burning.
"Miss Ying booked the whole place today." The manager looked at Meng Yang and the others. "We were waiting for Seventh Young Master. Forgive us for not being able to serve you."
He gestured for them to leave, polite and distant.
Meng Yang's face turned green and he left in a huff.
The other young masters did not have the face to stay any longer and were very embarrassed.
After the waiter finished setting up the dishes, he also retreated.
The candlelight was bright and the light was warm.
Fu Yunshen sat down.
He looked down at the table of dishes and suddenly smiled.
He knew that she was serious about taking care of him.
She was not just saying it casually and not to comfort him.
He was a little greedy.
Want to make her his, my little friend.
But he felt that he did not deserve it.
He did not deserve to have good things and he did not deserve to pull her down.
He lived his life for revenge. He lived so that he could find the group of people from twenty years ago.
He was already in hell and did not dare to hope for light.
**
Although Fu Yunshen asked him to slow down, Ian still arrived very quickly.
On the night of November 10th, he brought a few trusted people from the Venus Group to Hucheng and stayed at the Quenn Hotel.
Although the Quenn Hotel was not a property of the Venus Group, it still had some shares.
Yunshan and Yunwu were also there.
"Where's my brother?" Ian entered the room and looked around. "He's not here?"
As he spoke, he put down the two bottles of wine. "I specially rushed back before his birthday to celebrate."
"Did you forget that tomorrow —" Yunshan pursed his lips. "Tomorrow is the anniversary of Miss Liuying and Old Madam's death. Young Master went to pay his respects."
Ian suddenly fell silent and had a complicated look in his eyes.
They had been with Fu Yunshen for a few years, but they had never seen him celebrate his birthday.
Because his birthday was the anniversary of Fu Liuying and Yan Yuehua's death.
He carried a deep blood feud and could not let it go.
Yunshan put away his gun and carried a sack and a bundle of rope. "Let's go."
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" Ian was confused. "Are you going to fight?"
"We're not fighting." This time, it was Yunwu who spoke. "Isn't Young Master going to deal with the Fu family? So we're going to kidnap Fu Yichen first. "
"After Young Master pays his respects to Miss Liuying and Old Madam, we'll be able to do it."
"Kidnap someone?" Ian was interested and rolled up his sleeves. "I'll go too and catch him off guard."
Yunshan looked at him with disdain but did not say anything.
The three of them went out together.
**
Fu Liuying was not buried in the cemetery. She was buried on a mountain in the east.
After Fu Yunshen paid his respects to Old Madam Fu and Yan Yuehua, he went to the place where Fu Liuying was buried.
When he reached the top of the mountain, it was already 11: 30 pm.
The night was dark and there were no stars in the sky. Even the moon was covered by clouds and there was no light.
Fu Liuying's grave was very simple.
It was a wordless tombstone with nothing on it.
This was not because Master Fu did not value Fu Liuying, but because he was afraid that the group of people from 20 years ago would come again.
No one knew if they would dig up the grave as well.
Fu Yunshen half-knelt.
He raised his hand and touched the cold tombstone. Suddenly, he smiled and said softly, "Mom, actually … I still miss you a lot."
He did not have a deep impression of Fu Liuying. After all, it had only been two years.
The only thing that left a deep impression was that when Fu Liuying hugged him and coaxed him to sleep, she would often say something to him.
"Little Seven, Mom named you Yunshen because I hope that even if you are in the abyss of darkness, there will be a ray of sunlight that can illuminate you."
"My Little Seven, in the future, you must grow up happily and peacefully. Mother also hopes that I can always be by your side."
Fu Liuying's two wishes were not fulfilled in the end.
"Actually, it's nothing." Fu Yunshen chuckled softly. He leaned against a tree and looked up at the sky. He said calmly, "After so many years, I'm used to being alone."
Used to being alone.
Used to smiling.
Because only by smiling could he prove that he was happy, even if it was a poor disguise.
The mountaintop was silent and silent.
Suddenly, rain started falling from the sky.
One drop after another, it gradually became bigger.
The heavy rain poured down and the world was dark.
Fu Yunshen was still leaning against the tombstone. He was very quiet and did not hide, allowing the rain to fall on him.
The rain flowed down his hair, face, and chin in streams. It soaked all of his clothes and almost drowned him.
However, at this moment, footsteps were heard. It was very light and almost inaudible.
However, Fu Yunshen had practiced ancient martial arts for many years. Naturally, his ears were not comparable to ordinary people.
As long as he was alert, he could hear any movement.
Fu Yunshen raised his head. His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly as he 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 and bent down slightly to hold the umbrella for him.
As if she was the only light in the world.
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