Chapter 293
The thing about longevity is that it is different from robbery points.
Whether it was Shang Yaozhi or Fifth Moon, they actually had a long life span.
But if that one hurdle is not pa*sed, it is something that will lead to an early death.
This is called a robbery point.
By paying a certain price, the point can be avoided.
Longevity has always been unchangeable.
It is set at birth and will not be changed.
Cesar Laurent and the Vice-Chancellor have survived to this day because their bodies have been transformed by alchemy and their cell division and differentiation have been stimulated to the limits of human beings.
But alchemy’s conditions for transforming the body are also demanding.
In addition to some rare to globally uncommon alchemical materials, the person being transformed must be under the age of eighteen.
After the age of eighteen, when the body comes of age and is fully set, there is nothing more that can be done.
Otherwise, if everyone could live for three hundred years, the earth would be in chaos.
Ying Ziji squeezed Master Fu’s wrist and remained silent without speaking.
She hadn’t lied to Elder Zhong, who had a life expectancy of 108 years.
The rest of his life would be smooth and stable, with no major hazards.
But Master Fu’s life expectancy was 85 years old.
And this year, Master Fu happens to be 85 years old as well.
There is not a single point of difference.
Once the life span is up, the person will go.
When Elder Zhong saw that the girl didn’t speak at first, he was surprised with some displeasure: “According to you, Zidian, it’s not because your Grandpa Fu is better than me that you can’t calculate it, is it?”
Ying Zidian withdrew her thoughts, and she was silent again for a moment before saying, “Well, it seems so.”
“Ugh.” Elder Zhong got depressed for the first time, “Why don’t I believe it, he can’t even beat me at chess.”
“Come on, you take it seriously even if the kid plays a game.” Master Fu didn’t care, he just waved his hand and smiled, “It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s just for fun anyway.”
Ying Ziji gazed at Master Fu’s face and suddenly remembered when she first checked Master Fu’s body more than half a year ago.
She had truly felt an unprecedented surprise.
Earth was a technological world, and admittedly there were some supernatural aspects to it, such as alchemy, such as feng shui and yin and yang.
But ultimately, it was not the world of spiritual cultivation she had once stayed in, with something as mythical as the emergence of a genesis.
Master Fu’s body had been infested with toxins for so long that the poison had entered his bones.
Even if the person who poisoned him didn’t want him to die in the first place, Master Fu wouldn’t have survived more than three years.
At that time, Fu Yunshen hadn’t even grown up, let alone go to the doctors in O China to make medicine to suppress the poison in his body.
What was it that kept Master Fu alive for twenty years?
This was even more incredible than alchemy.
Ying finally understood now.
It was human belief.
Master Fu knew that if he had gone then, there would have been no one to look after Fu Yunshen, who was only a few years old.
That faith had sustained him to live until now, and now it had dissipated.
Master Fu smiled and laughed, slowly curbed his smile and knocked on the table, “Old man Zhong, there’s something I want to whisper to Ziggy.”
“Say what?” Old Master Zhong was suspicious, “You’re not trying to do something bad behind my back, are you?”
Ying Ziji lifted his eyelashes, “Grandpa.”
“Fine, fine, fine.” Master Zhong went upstairs with his hands behind his back.
That was all he had to say.
The atmosphere in the living room gradually sank down.
“D**key, Grandpa Fu knows that it was actually you who saved me at that time.” Master Fu broke the silence first, his voice kind, “Although I was unconscious at the time, I was conscious for a while in the middle.”
“Without you, Grandpa Fu would have been gone long ago.”
Ying Zigui didn’t say anything.
People were really able to feel their great end at the last moment.
Grandpa Fu already knew this these days.
“Don’t be sad, old age, sickness and death, it’s common for people to die, besides, it’s a relief for me, I’m really tired.” Elder Fu patted her shoulder with a solemn expression, “There is one thing, please help.”
Ying took a slow breath and calmed her emotions down, “You say.”
“I’m leaving Xiao Qi in your hands, he’s never been much of a caretaker and has never looked out for himself.” Elder Fu sighed, “In the future, just keep an extra eye on him and make him remember to eat on time.”
After saying that, he slowly stood up, “I’m going home first, don’t tell him what you can see.”
**
Elder Fu returned to the Fu family home alone, and did not ask for company.
He lay in bed, his mind still clear until the early hours of midnight.
The night was thick outside the window and the breeze was brisk.
Master Fu got up slowly from his bed, walked to the bookshelf, took down the picture frame and sat at the desk.
He rubbed the frame with a gentle expression.
When he was young, Master Fu was handsome and dashing.
In the Fu family, it was also Fu Yunshen who most resembled him, inheriting his facial features.
Only after wiping all the dust off the photo frame did Elder Fu speak in a low voice: “Yuehua, it’s time to meet again, I wonder if you will still recognise me after I go down when I am so old.”
After a pause, he smiled and then said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t recognise me, you know I have a scar on my arm from when you took me for the enemy and shot me, and cried in a hurry when you found out later.”
As he spoke, he was caught up in a long-ago memory.
He and Yan Yuehua had met in the army, and the first day they met, he had been admitted to the hospital.
At the time, none of them expected that they would end up together.
But Yan Yuehua, too, had died twenty years ago.
He should have accompanied her at that time, but he couldn’t.
Because he had to look after Fu Yunshen.
Master Fu looked at the gallant woman in the photo frame and murmured, “Don’t worry, Xiao Qi, he’s fine, I’ve brought him up, unfortunately, we won’t even be able to see him get married and have children.”
This was Old Master Fu’s greatest regret.
But he would have lived twenty years longer and had to be content.
After speaking to Old Lady Fu, Master Fu took out another pile of letterhead and began to write a letter.
This was written to Fu Yunshen.
After writing the beginning of the letter several times, Master Fu found it unsatisfactory and tore up the paper and wrote it again.
It was only when he had written the fourteenth sheet of paper that he finally felt that his writing looked better.
So he then proceeded to write down.
He didn’t really have a high level of education, having graduated from high school and joined the army.
But he had written quite a few love letters to Yan Yuehua, so writing letters like this was not difficult for him.
Once this letter was written, it took an hour.
“Death is not the end, it is the beginning of another grand adventure.” Master Fu ended by writing these words, “Remember that Grandpa is always watching over you from heaven.”
After he finished writing this very long letter, he folded the letterhead, put it into an envelope and locked it back into the drawer.
Afterwards, Master Fu took the photo frame and went back to the bed.
He placed the picture frame in front of him with both hands and closed his eyes.
**
The next day.
Seven o’clock in the morning.
Fu Mingcheng went to call Master Fu.
This was Elder Zhong’s bidding.
In fact, without Elder Zhong’s instructions, Fu Mingcheng would also go and call.
Master Fu was sleepy, so if no one called him, he could not guarantee that he would go in his sleep.
Fu Mingcheng knocked on the door first and got no response before pushing the door in.
He walked over to the window and pulled the bed curtain open, the sunlight flooded in and illuminated the room.
“Dad.” Fu Mingcheng turned around, “Dad, it’s time to get up.”
On the bed, Master Fu lay still.
“Dad?” Fu Mingcheng walked in, he just thought it was because Master Fu was old and his ears were back, so he called out a few more times, “Dad? Dad.”
After calling out again without a sound, Master Fu still did not get up.
Fu Mingcheng’s complexion changed and he suddenly realised that something was wrong.
He lifted his hand tremblingly to test Master Fu’s nostrils.
It was gone.
Fu Mingcheng jerked his head up and only then did he realise that Master Fu was still holding a picture frame in his arms.
He knew what it was.
It was the first photo of Yan Yuehua and Elder Fu together.
There was no pain on Master Fu’s face, and there was even a light smile between his brows, as if he had had a good dream.
The old man pa*sed away peacefully in his sleep, without illness or pain.
It was the end of a long life.
But these days Old Master Fu could still walk on his own, very healthy.
So sudden that Fu Mingcheng barely reacted.
It was a full ten minutes before his brain spun up in a slow half-beat.
“Mingcheng.” Mrs. Fu also walked over, “The rice is ready, Master-”
Her words came out of nowhere and she looked at the old man in the bed, her hand covering her mouth, “Oh my god ……”
“The will!” Fu Mingcheng remembered the most important thing and snapped, “Quickly find the will!”
Mrs. Fu was also awakened and immediately checked in the bedroom.
With Master Fu gone like this, the Fu family was about to change, and the entire city of Shanghai would be in chaos.
The most urgent task was to get the will.
Also, to drive Fu Yunshen out of the Fu family.
Chapter 294
Once Master Fu left, no one was left to protect Fu Yunshen.
In fact, Fu Yunshen hadn’t been with the Fu family for very long.
Fu Yunshen left for the imperial capital when he was five years old and lived there for almost ten years.
When he was fourteen years old, he was taken back to Shanghai by Master Fu.
He was then given the title of the number one flamboyant dude in Shanghai.
When he was eighteen, Fu Yunshen made a trip to the imperial capital, and news came from Shanghai that he had gotten into trouble with the Meng family.
He was sent to O Chau overnight, and three to four years later, Fu Yunshen was back again.
In the end, Fu Yunshen had lived in the Fu family for less than ten years.
But Fu Mingcheng still didn’t like Fu Yunshen, because Master Fu thought too highly of him.
A fop, with a face, can’t do anything.
What makes Fu Yunshen?
The first time the old man left, Fu Mingcheng felt more relaxed and the heavy stone that was weighing on his heart fell.
Unlike the other grandparents, Master Fu’s prestige in the Fu family was too high.
It was also because of the presence of Elder Fu that the Fu family had the status it had today in Shanghai.
To Fu Mingcheng’s surprise, Master Fu did not hide the will, but placed it on the desk so openly.
Madam Fu also saw it: “Mingcheng, here.”
Fu Mingcheng quickly walked over, picked up the will on the desk and started flipping through it.
When he saw that Master Fu had left all the shares of the Imperial Fragrance House and the 15% of the Fu Group, as well as the Fu family’s properties in the Imperial City to Fu Yunshen, the veins on Fu Mingcheng’s forehead and neck jumped up violently.
He was so furious that he tore up the will in his hand.
As soon as Madam Fu saw this action of his, she knew what was going on.
She opened her mouth, “The Imperial Fragrance Place …… Master really gave him the Imperial Fragrance Place?”
Even though they both had prepared for this, they still couldn’t accept it after seeing it written on the will.
The Imperial Fragrance House!
The cornerstone of the Fu family!
It had been divided up by a fop and soon lost in a matter of days.
Fu Mingcheng took a deep breath: “Prepare the aftermath first, Dad is 85, it’s a happy funeral, it’s a good thing, invite a master to come, set a time for the funeral, and also invite the major gentry.”
When an elderly person dies at the age of 80 or above, the funeral can be called a happy funeral.
So when the time came, the Fu family would also follow the custom and stop the spirit for three days to have a big banquet.
This was a good opportunity for Fu Mingcheng to pull in partners.
A few days ago, Su Ruan’s father, Su Lianghui, gave him a letter of approval, saying that he would have the power to support him.
He also wanted Fu Yunshen to see clearly who was worthy of inheriting the Fu family.
Fu Mingcheng also understood that there was no use for him to tear up this will.
Master Fu was a prudent man, and he always prepared multiple copies of his will, and it was certainly notarized and had legal effect.
Mrs. Fu woke up as if from a dream and went down to start making phone calls.
They didn’t need to prepare the coffin, they had already done it a long time ago.
No one expected that the afterlife, which had been prepared for more than three years, would now be used.
Fu Mingcheng threw the pieces of his torn documents into the rubbish bin, and after another glance at Master Fu in bed, went out.
The other side.
Madam Fu hurried upstairs after calling a few of Fu Mingcheng’s other siblings.
“Yichen!” Mrs. Fu knocked on the door and heard the person in the room snoring loudly, so she simply unscrewed the door with the key, “Yichen, wake up.”
“Mom, don’t bother me.” Fu Yichen muttered and turned around, “It’s the weekend, let me sleep some more.”
“Still sleeping?” Mrs. Fu was so angry that she grabbed his ear, “Your grandfather has pa*sed away, why are you sleeping?”
These words caused Fu Yichen to wake up with a start.
He jerked open his eyes and got up, “Mom, what did you say?”
“This morning, your grandfather left.” There was no look of grief on Mrs. Fu’s face, just a faint, “Hurry up and get up and go with me to get ready.”
Fu Yichen fumbled and started to put on his clothes: “Isn’t grandfather well? How come ……”
Saying that, he seemed to react to something and was in a hurry: “What about the will? How did grandpa a*sign it?”
The Fu family was so big, and Master Fu had quite a few siblings, in Fu Mingcheng’s generation alone, there were more than twenty of them, not to mention Fu Yichen and the others.
Mrs. Fu didn’t say anything.
“It wouldn’t all go to Fu Yunshen, would it?” Fu Yichen’s face also changed, “Is grandfather crazy? Big brother is still around, letting him inherit the Fu family?”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” Outside the door, Fu Mingcheng’s expression was cold, “Fu Yunshen is not even born to me and your mother, he is not a member of the Fu family and is not qualified to inherit the Fu family.”
Fu Yichen was stunned, “Dad …… what are you saying?”
He had been jealous of Fu Yunshen for so many years, and as a result, Fu Yunshen wasn’t a member of the Fu family!
But Fu Mingcheng didn’t pay attention to him anymore, he hurriedly went to find He Quan, the executor appointed by Master Fu’s will.
**
In just one morning, all four major families learned of Master Fu’s death.
The Jiang family has been steadily following the Fu family all these years, and Jiang Moyuan has been working to enable the Jiang family to overpower the Fu family and become the top of the four powerful families.
However, Jiang Mo Yuan had been busy with the company and didn’t care much about the outside world, it was Jiang’s old lady Ye Su He who made a phone call and called him back.
“Pa*sed away?” Jiang Mo Yuan froze for a rare moment, for a long time, he slowly spat out a sentence, very cold, “It’s also something expected.”
Master Fu’s health had always been bad, and it was estimated that he had left some kind of after-effects even after he was cured.
Jiang Mo Yuan had no feelings about this.
To him, Master Fu was just a stranger.
The friendship of their grandparents had long since faded.
Ye Suhe was making tea, unsalty: “With Fu Yichang gone like this, this Shanghai city is going to change, Mo Yuan, this is your chance.”
How could outsiders not want to annex the Fu family when they were scrambling to share the family’s a*sets?
Although she had earlier wanted Jiang Moyuan to marry the Fu family’s daughter-in-law and talk to Madam Fu.
But how can there be a permanent friendship in the world?
The Jiang family naturally wanted interests to come first.
Jiang Mo Yuan nodded slightly: “Mom, I understand.”
Taking this opportunity of the Fu family’s civil unrest, the Jiang family might be able to overpower the Fu family and even acquire a few of the Fu family’s big properties.
Jiang Mo Yuan sat on the sofa, loosened his tie and also picked up a cup of tea.
After taking a sip, as if he thought of something, his expression gave a pause and his eyes deepened.
With the departure of Master Fu, the one who would be hit the hardest would be Fu Yunshen.
Without Elder Fu, Fu Yunshen, the fop, would have no one to back him up.
Jiang Mo Yuan rubbed his cup for a moment, his eyes gradually darkened.
In this way, Ying Ziji also ……
The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it.
He had heard that Ying Zidian had been kicked out of the Ying family, and he could get her into the Jiang family by the way.
Ye Suhe noticed the change in his mood: “Moyuan, what’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.” Jiang Moyuan was faint, “I was thinking about what you said mum, this is my chance.”
Ye Suhe smiled and nodded, and didn’t ask any more questions.
**
Because it was the weekend, Elder Zhong did not go to the office.
He got up at eight o’clock as usual, went out for a Tai Chi walk and stopped by to buy another dish.
Master Zhong kinda liked this civilian-like life, and he had recently learned to cook.
When he came home, it was already eleven o’clock, and when he saw the housekeeper sitting on the sofa, staring blankly and rubbing his eyes every now and then, he wondered, “What’s wrong?”
“Old master.” When Butler Zhong saw him come back, he jerked up, “Old Master, Fu …… Fu’s side is having a funeral.”
Master Zhong didn’t react a bit and spoke mechanically, “Who?”
“Old Master Fu.” Zhong housekeeper wiped his tears, “Just left this morning.”
Elder Zhong’s body swayed, his face instantly turning white.
“Grandfather.” Ying Ziji’s eyes changed slightly, she quickly stepped forward, held him up and picked up the prepared water, “Grandpa, drink some water.”
Once an old man’s emotions fluctuated too much, it would cause great damage to his body.
Old man Zhong shivered a little before he reluctantly took a sip of water.
Ying Zidian had put medicine in the water that would help calm his emotions.
“Ziggy, you go and find that boy, Grandpa is fine.” Elder Zhong finished drinking, before he could grieve, and thought of the most important thing, “At this time, the person who can’t take it the most is him, look at him, old man Fu says he starts to go crazy and hurts even himself.”
After confirming that Old Master Zhong was all right, Ying let go of his hand and went out the door.
**
The news spread, and Fu Mingcheng, intent on holding a big funeral ceremony, didn’t suppress it and it went straight to the imperial capital.
Mu Heqing also could not believe it.
For a while, he did not speak and was silent.
On the side, Mu Cheng spoke tentatively, “Master, we?”
“Activate the private jet.” Mu Heqing made a quick decision, “Go to Shanghai City.”