Chapter 297
A two-year-old child has always had little memory, unless it is something that cannot be forgotten no matter how much.
Ying Ziji looked up at the man standing in front of the tombstone, and her eyes were slightly strained.
No wonder, Fu Yunshen had a serious psychological disorder.
Not to mention a small child, that kind of thing, even for an adult, would have deep after-effects.
The trauma caused by witnessing the death of one’s loved ones was irreparable.
“So from that day onwards, he wouldn’t smile or talk.” Nie Yi slowed, “Later he told me that to prevent him from forgetting, he would go over the scene in his head every day.”
“He said that there was a limit to what people could remember, and that he couldn’t forget if he wanted to take revenge.”
“One day when he was three years old, he was locked up in a secret room by Fu Yichen, who was already nine years old, because Master Fu’s condition had worsened.” Nie Yi paused, “There were three poisonous snakes in that chamber, three days later, he came out, the snakes died, but he was also seriously injured.”
Only three years old, the child was about to hold a blade in his hand and learn how to fight.
Ying Zigui: “Fu Mingcheng’s mandate?”
“Well, after all, Fu Yichen was small even then and had no channels to find poisonous snakes.” Nie Yi was silent for a moment, “So Elder Fu later found out that with a crippled body, he couldn’t protect him in the Fu family, so he contacted Elder Mu and sent Yun Shen to the imperial capital.”
“I met him in the Ancient Martial World, he was only five years old, very young and new to the world, and many Ancient Martial Artists looked down on him.”
Nie Yi had never said so much at once, he took a moment and then continued, “Miss Ying may not be aware of the way the ancient martial world works, it’s all about strength, even if someone is killed in a fight, it’s normal.”
Ying nodded: “Yes, I know.”
The ancient martial world had always been like this, just like the world of spiritual cultivation she had been in before.
There were life-and-death fights, and fists were the way to go.
“He doesn’t have any background in the Ancient Martial World either, he can only go on his own.” Nie Yi said, “But the good thing is that he’s very talented, even those few recognised geniuses of the Lin family can’t match him.”
“At the age of seven, he had a lung penetrated and almost died.”
“At nine, he went on a training trip and was re-injured just an inch off his heart, and was sent to the ancient medical community overnight by Elder Mu. ”
“At ten, a twenty year old ancient martial artist offered him a fight to the death.”
“Thirteen years old ……”
While others spent their childhood with two parents, Fu Yunshen came out of one life and death struggle after another.
Ying Ziji was silent, his eyes shaking slightly, “No wonder.”
No wonder Fu Yunshen carried that ointment with him.
Because every second of his childhood, he could have been fatally wounded, not hovering on the edge of death all the time.
“When he was eighteen he made a trip back to the imperial capital, and that direct member of the Dream Family said in his face that he was going to dig up his mother’s grave mound.” Nie Yi faded, “Then he crippled that first family member and is still lying in the hospital.”
“But by that time he was already strong enough that the Dream Family didn’t dare to mess with him and had to swallow hard.”
Ying Zigui looked sideways, “So he left China, actually of his own accord?”
“Mm.” Nie Yi shook his head slightly, “The ancient martial world was too small for him.”
“As for how he became the top executive officer of ibi, and how he single-handedly established the venus group, I’m not sure, so I can’t tell Miss Ying.”
Ying Ziji was still looking in the direction of the tombstone, her pupils brightening: “There’s no need.”
Although she couldn’t calculate Fu Yunshen’s past, present and future.
But after hearing what Nie Yi had said, there was no need to count.
The fact that you can go from nothing to this step today, Fu Yunshen has experienced darkness and pain that ordinary people can’t even begin to imagine.
But he did not live a life of hostility slowly, but was as gentle as he could be.
“Miss Ying should have guessed.” Nie Yi took out a photo and handed it over, “His real mother is Master Fu’s daughter, in fact he should call Master Fu Grandfather.”
“It’s just that Master Fu put him under the name of Mr and Mrs Fu Mingcheng in order to protect him.”
The group from twenty years ago was far more terrifying than the Fu family’s internal battles.
Ying looked up and took it.
It was a group photo.
One of the people she knew was Jiang Huping.
Only the picture showed a much younger Jiang Huping, sixteen or seventeen years old.
Jiang Ping was already very beautiful, and the other young girl in the photo was much more beautiful.
On the right side of the photograph is a poem, written in italics.
The silver candle and the autumn light are cold on the painting screen, and the small fan of the light robe is puffing out the flowing fireflies.
This poem contains the names of the two people in the photograph.
Jiang Painting Screen.
Fu Liufong.
The twin beauties of Shanghai, the most beautiful of all, were a perfect match.
“His mother left Shanghai City at the age of twenty.” Nie also added, “When she returned at twenty-four, she was already pregnant with him, but to this day, even Master Fu doesn’t know, who his father really is, and no one knows where Fu Liuying went for the four years he disappeared.”
“Yun Shen would leave China for another reason, also because there were quite a few foreigners in that group at that time, only that after so many years, there is still no trace of anything.”
“Having said all that, there’s nothing else Nie means.” Nie Yi’s voice was low, “He won’t listen to our words, so we can only trouble Miss Ying.”
“Now, you’re the only family he has left.”
Ying Ziji cupped the photo, and in Nie Yi’s narrative, she too knew the whole story of what had happened before.
**
In the last century, the name Fu Liu Ying was as popular as thunder in Shanghai City.
She was the number one dame in Shanghai at the time, a truly talented woman.
Not only were the gentry in Shanghai, but even some of the big families in the imperial capital were seeking to marry her.
Fu Liu Ying was very talented in perfumery, she had a strong sense of smell and was able to judge the quality and scent of various fragrances.
It is true that the Imperial Fragrance House is a centuries-old industry of the Fu family, but it has fallen into decline in the late twentieth century.
It was only traditional craftsmanship that could not withstand the impact of the big trends.
It was Fu Liuying, who was 15 years old at the time, who single-handedly brought the house back to life and made it even more glorious than before.
With Fu Liuying in the house, it was the number one perfume company in China.
But then she left, and not long after she returned, she was killed.
From that day onwards, Fu Liu Ying’s name became a taboo.
Twenty years had pa*sed, and no one mentioned it.
After a long time, it was forgotten.
Later, when Ying Luwei grew up, the position of the first lady in Shanghai was also handed over.
No one in the Fu family even mentioned Fu Liu Ying’s name.
Fu Mingcheng and Mrs. Fu hated Fu Liuying more than anything else.
If those people hadn’t wanted to destroy the entire Fu family 20 years ago, they wouldn’t have survived.
But Fu Mingcheng also knew in his heart that this matter had nothing to do with Fu Liu Ying.
When she learned that those people were looking for her, she went out the first time.
In the end, she was tragically killed to protect the Fu family and Fu Yunshen.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that Fu Liu Ying owned the place.
Without Fu Liu Ying, the shop would have closed down.
But Fu Liu Ying was already dead.
There is no way to fight for things when you are dead.
After the funeral of Old Master Fu, Fu Mingcheng returned to the Fu family without bothering about anything else.
For him, the most important thing at the moment was to become a partner of Biman and to take Imperial Scent Place to impact internationally.
It was only to his surprise that he had thrown Fu Yunshen out of the Fu family in front of so many famous nobles in Shanghai, and Fu Yunshen had said nothing.
“Mingcheng, although you said all that, the will has been notarized.” Mrs. Fu frowned, “The person in charge of the Imperial Fragrance House is still Fu Yunshen.”
“You don’t need to worry about this.” Fu Mingcheng waved his hand, “Su Lianghui will come over tomorrow, he has a way to make that boy willingly hand over the Imperial Fragrance House.”
Madam Fu thought about it and didn’t ask any more questions.
With Old Master Fu gone, Fu Yunshen was already in no position to do so.
With the Su family exerting pressure, there was really nothing Fu Yunshen could do.
The friends he had made were all gentry, with little real power.
After knowing that Fu Yunshen was not a member of the Fu family, those gentry could not afford to step on him, so why would they help him?
The reason why Fu Mingcheng said those words at the funeral was to leave Fu Yunshen isolated and without help.
“I’ll go to the factory and take a look.” Fu Mingcheng put on his clothes, “Biman’s cooperation, it must be taken.”
**
Seven o’clock in the evening.
Fu Yunshen just walked out of the cemetery.
As if remembering something, he paused in his steps, stopped, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
The person on the other side picked up quickly and was careful of one word: “Brother?”
The person who answered the phone was quite alarmed.
Since Fu Yunshen had returned to Shanghai, he had only called him personally twice.
The first time was to take action against the Jiang Group.
The second time, it was to save the Zhong Group.
All in all, a lot of money had been wasted.
It was a lot of money, but it hurt his flesh.
“The project to set up a branch in China can go ahead.” Fu Yunshen’s words were brief, his peach blossom eyes converging with coolness, “Shift the focus of the group over.”
The international luxury brands under the venus group all had counters and physical shops in China.
However, these luxury brands were not able to represent the entire venus group.
There was no branch of the venus group in China.
The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then a shocked voice came out: “Brother, you’re finally going to clean up the Fu family?
Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes dropped and he smiled lightly, “Well, it’s time to do it.”
Chapter 298
Having received the permission, the person on the other end of the phone was so excited, “Brother, I’m going to get ready now, just wait, I’ll be in Shanghai tomorrow morning.”
“Ian, you don’t have to rush.” Fu Yunshen was faint, “I have another important matter, you can be there on the 12th.”
“Urgent, of course it’s urgent.” The voice on the other end of the phone was rummaging, “I’m finally waiting for this day, can I not be in a hurry?”
Not many people know what the original purpose of the venus group was.
The original intention, in fact, was just to get the Imperial Fragrance House back.
As a result, it has accidentally become the world’s top group.
Who knows how that happened.
“Brother, is something wrong?” Ian was excited but calmed down, “How did you suddenly figure it out?”
He was aware of that Fu family business, and knew even more how disgusting the Fu Mingcheng family was.
If it wasn’t for Master Fu, if Fu Yunshen wasn’t smart, he wouldn’t even have had the chance to grow up and die.
Ian knew even better that Fu Yunshen had never done anything because of Old Master Fu.
Blood is a wonderful thing, there will always be ties.
For the sake of Master Fu’s old age, Fu Yunshen could endure anything.
“It’s nothing.” The first thing that I can do is to take a look at the situation.
The words had already been said here, how could Ian not be clear about what had happened, his heart instantly went cold.
He should have thought of this a long time ago.
If one day, Fu Yunshen decided to make a move against the Fu family, it would definitely be when Elder Fu was no longer around.
The Fu family can’t trap him anymore.
There are few things in this world that can trap Fu Yunshen.
“Brother, you …… you still have us.” Ian was having a hard time, and he didn’t know how to comfort, “You, you don’t feel bad.”
“Mm.” Fu Yunshen didn’t say anything else, “Hang up.”
As he was about to put his phone away, WeChat “dinged”.
It was his only starred friend.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.
[In these two days, I won’t bother you, you have a good quiet time.
The finger of Fu Yunshen gave a beat, and his eyelashes moved.
Somewhere in his heart, it was as if something had struck him.
It was a deep clench.
It took a full five minutes of pause before Fu Yunshen replied.
[Thank you, brother will.
He left the cemetery and drove to the city centre.
**
An hour later, the Maserati pulled up in front of a three-star Michelin shop.
Fu Yunshen pushed the door in.
The man’s face was handsome, too regal and extremely distinguished.
Immediately, someone inside recognised him.
It was eight o’clock at this time, after dinner time, and there were not particularly many people, just one table of customers.
It was a party of a few gentry.
One of the gentry stood up wobbly, carrying a bottle of wine.
“Yo, isn’t this our number one flirtatious dude in Shanghai City, Fu Yunshen, the seventh youngest Fu?” He laughed, and then as if it dawned on him, “Oh, no, no, you’re not even a member of Fu’s family,.”
“Meng Yang, don’t rip people’s wounds directly.” Another gent looked sarcastic, “People are still a flamboyant dude, they just don’t have any money anymore.”
“Yeah, Fu Yunshen.” Meng Yang smiled wryly, “This shop isn’t cheap, you’ve been kicked out of the Fu family and your bank card has been frozen, right?”
He was contemptuous, “Do you want me to lend you some money and treat you to a meal?”
As he said that, Meng Yang shook the bottle of wine in his hand again, “See? This bottle of Remy Martin costs twenty thousand a bottle, tsk, it’s a pity, you won’t be able to afford to drink it in the future.”
The Meng family was actually not ranked among the top families in Shanghai, and came from a wealthy family.
Now that Meng Yang was able to step on Fu Yunshen’s toes, he naturally wouldn’t let go of this opportunity.
Meng Yu took out his pocket, ready to take out his card and give it to Fu Yunshen, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
It was the manager of the restaurant, followed by a dozen waiters.
The waiters were carrying plates of food and wine in their hands, a dazzling array that blinded the eyes of Meng Yang’s few gentry.
“Young Master Seven.” The manager didn’t even pay any attention to them, he quickly stepped forward and was very respectful, “This is specially prepared for you by Miss Ying, she knows you are not in a good mood, so she specially ordered these for you.”
Fu Yunshen looked up with a start.
The most striking thing was the ten bottles of red wine.
It was from a Bordeaux chateau, a hundred thousand dollars a bottle.
Not to mention the other dishes, which were all top quality ingredients.
Meng Yang and a few other gentry were stunned.
They were also unlearned countless and had a few dollars on them, so eating at a three-star Michelin restaurant was not a problem.
But there was definitely no such big money, ordering wine worth a million dollars at the drop of a hat.
Meng Yang’s hand was still pinching the bank card with half a million dollars in it, and his face only felt hot and painful.
“Miss Ying has booked the place today.” Only then did the manager look at Meng Yang and the others, “We are only waiting for the Seventh Young Master to come, forgive us for not being able to receive a few of you.”
He made a gesture of invitation, polite and detached.
Meng Yang’s face turned blue and he left in a huff.
A few other gentry also had no face to stay much longer and were in a sorry state.
After the waiters had laid out the dishes, they too retired.
The candle flame was clear and the light was warm.
Fu Yunshen sat down.
He looked down at the table of dishes and suddenly smiled.
Only then did he realise that she was serious about raising him.
It wasn’t just a casual remark, nor was it meant to comfort him.
He was getting a little greedy.
Wanted to make her his alone, little friend.
But he felt that he didn’t deserve it.
He didn’t deserve the good stuff, and he didn’t deserve to pull her down.
He’d lived his whole life in revenge, and he’d lived so that he could find the group from twenty years ago.
He was already in hell, how could he dare to hope for light.
**
Although Fu Yunshen told him to slow down, Ian arrived soon afterwards.
On the night of November 10th, he brought a few of venus group’s cronies to Shanghai City and stayed at the quenn hotel.
Although the quenn hotel was not a property of the venus group, it had a part of the shares.
Yunshan and Yunmu were also present.
“Where’s my brother?” Ian entered the room and took a look, “He’s not here?”
He said, putting down two bottles of wine, “I even rushed back just before his birthday, thinking to celebrate.”
“You forgot that tomorrow-” Yun Shan pursed his lips, “Tomorrow, it’s the anniversary of Miss Liu Ying and the old lady’s death, and the young master has gone to pay his respects.”
Ian suddenly fell silent, his eyes complicated.
They had never seen Fu Yunshen celebrate his birthday in the years they had followed him.
It was because his birthday was the anniversary of Fu Liuying’s and Yan Yuehua’s death.
He was carrying a blood feud and couldn’t let it go.
Yunshan put the gun away and carried another sack and a bundle of rope: “We’re leaving.”
“Hey hey hey, what are you guys doing?” Ian was puzzled, “Is this going to be a fight?”
“Not a dry run.” This time it was Cloudy who spoke up, “Isn’t the young master going to start cleaning up the Fu family? So let’s go and tie up that Fu Yichen kid first.”
“Just in time to clean up after Young Master finishes paying his respects to Miss Liu Ying and the old lady.”
“Tie someone up?” Ian came to life and rolled up his sleeves, “I’ll go too, and catch him off guard.”
Yun Shan gave him a disgusted look, but didn’t say anything.
The three of them went out together.
**
Fu Liuying was not buried in the cemetery, it was on a hill to the east.
Fu Yunshen went to the cemetery to pay his respects to Yan Yuehua, the old lady of Fu, before going to the place where Fu Liufei was buried.
When he reached the top of the hill, it was already 11:30 at night.
The night was heavy, the sky was starless, even the moon was covered by clouds and there was no light.
Fu Liuying’s burial mound was simple.
It is a wordless monument with nothing on it.
It is not that Master Fu does not value Fu Liu Ying, or because he is afraid that the group of people from twenty years ago will come back.
Who knows if they will dig up the mound as well.
Fu Yun Shen half knelt down.
He raised his hand, stroked the cold tombstone, suddenly smiled and said softly, “Mom, actually …… I still miss you very much.”
He didn’t really have much of an impression of Fu Liuying, after all, it had only been two years.
The only thing that still impressed him was that when Fu Liu Ying was holding him and putting him to sleep, she would often say a phrase to him.
“Little Seven, mommy, I named your first name Yun Shen because I hope that even if you are in the darkness of the abyss, you will have the daylight that will light you up.”
“Mama’s Little Seven, grow up happily and peacefully in the future, and Mama also wishes to be by your side all the time.”
Fu Liu Ying’s two wishes were not fulfilled in the end.
“Actually, it’s not much.” Fu Yunshen smiled lowly, leaning his back against a tree, looking up at the sky, faintly, “After so many years, I’m used to being alone.”
Used to being alone.
Used to laughing.
Because only a smile could prove that he was happy, even if it was poorly disguised.
The hilltop was silent and soundless.
But suddenly rain fell from the sky.
One drop after another, gradually getting heavier.
The rain was pouring down and the sky and earth were dark.
Fu Yunshen was still leaning against the tombstone, very quiet, and did not take shelter, allowing himself to be under the rain.
The rain flowed in streams down his hair, face and chin, soaking through all his clothes and almost drowning him.
But at that moment, footsteps sounded, so shallow that they could barely be heard.
But Fu Yunshen had been training in ancient martial arts for many years, so his ears were naturally not comparable to those of ordinary people.
As long as he was alert, he could hear the slightest 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 pouring rain above him, stopped at this moment.
The girl stood in the rain, leaning down slightly and holding the umbrella for him.
It was as if it was the only light in the world.