The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 296: 285 Not a biological father [1 update]

Testator: Fu Yichang

Executor: He Quan

Fearing disputes among the heirs over property issues following my death, I, amidst serious illness, drafted this will on October 9, 2020, in Shanghai City, to dispose of my assets and rights as follows.

Below are many detailed clauses and provisions.

The most important asset of the Fu Family is Imperial Fragrance House, which Old Master Fu gave to Fu Yunshen, including 15% of the shares of Fu Corporation.

There are also the Fu Family’s real estate in the capital, worth more than ten billion in total, which he also gave to Fu Yunshen.

If this will ultimately were presented to the Fu Family members, not to mention Fu Mingcheng, even the others would cause a great commotion.

Giving Imperial Fragrance House to Fu Yunshen is almost like handing over Fu Corporation as well.

He Quan is someone whom Old Master Fu trusts a great deal.

Three years ago, when he thought he was going to die, he also wrote a will and entrusted it to He Quan.

After his death, he believes He Quan will execute the will properly.

Recalling the words Old Master Zhong had shared with him earlier, Old Master Fu sighed.

No one knows the state of his health better than he does himself.

It’s not that there aren’t any problems, nor is there illness, but indeed he is gradually approaching the end.

He’s held on for twenty years, and even though the toxins in his body had been completely cleared, and after such long convalescence, he’d felt much lighter.

However, having poison in his marrow for twenty years, on top of the hidden injuries he sustained on the battlefield, took their toll.

What’s more important is that not only his body, but his heart was tired too.

Trees live as long as their bark is intact; people live as long as they can breathe.

That breath he had been holding on for so many years finally loosened after seeing Fu Yunshen getting better and better and having other friends by his side.

Once he let go, he could never go back.

Old Master Fu was very lucid.

At his age, he had already lived a long life.

So it was very likely that one day he would simply fall asleep and pass away.

Old Master Fu took out the will again and scrutinized it word by word for a long time. After confirming there were no issues, he placed the will back in the drawer and locked it with a key.

Then he stood up and walked over to the bookshelf beside the bed.

Just like many times before, Old Master Fu took a picture frame from the shelf.

The frame contained a black and white photo of a military couple, clearly taken a long time ago.

The photo was well preserved without even a crease, evidence of the meticulous care of the keeper.

“Yuehua,” Old Master Fu murmured as he wiped the frame, “It’s been a long time since we’ve talked; I wonder if you’d be angry.”

He paused, then slightly smiled, “But I guess you wouldn’t be; it’s been twenty years, you must have been reincarnated by now.”

The woman in the photo remained silent, just quietly looking at him.

Old Master Fu continued to ramble to the photo for a long while until he finally felt sleepy.

After putting the frame back, Old Master Fu lay back down in the rocking chair and closed his eyes to rest.

**

Outside the door.

Fu Mingcheng lingered for a while before leaving reluctantly.

He went downstairs.

Madam Fu sat in the living room, prunning the branches in the vase.

Upon seeing him descend, she wiped her hands and stood up eagerly, “Mingcheng, what did the old master say? Did he agree to give you Imperial Fragrance House?”

“No,” Fu Mingcheng was in a poor mood. “I didn’t even get to speak to dad. Right after Uncle Zhong left, he fell asleep.”

No matter how much he wished for Old Master Fu to pass, he wouldn’t disturb him.

Madam Fu’s expression faltered, and she shook her head, “I think the old master isn’t just sleeping; he’s avoiding you.”

Imperial Fragrance House has recently been developing new types of fragrance creams and perfumes.

Fu Mingcheng wanted to take these new products to collaborate with Biman.

As Biman is Venus Group’s largest perfume company and one of the top luxury brands globally, Imperial Fragrance House wasn’t the only one wanting the project.

Several families specializing in perfume in the capital were competing with Imperial Fragrance House.

While Imperial Fragrance House had the advantage of secret perfume formulas, in terms of overall strength, they couldn’t compare with those capital families.

But Fu Mingcheng wouldn’t give up. He only needed to get all the shares of Imperial Fragrance House from Old Master Fu and would immediately go talk to Biman about the project.

However, no matter how many times he brought it up, Old Master Fu’s attitude was always equivocal, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Hearing what Madam Fu said, Fu Mingcheng’s face darkened, “I know what the old man is thinking; he definitely wants to give Imperial Fragrance House to Fu Yunshen. But can’t he consider that a profligate can’t keep Imperial Fragrance House afloat? What will we do if it goes bankrupt? It’s Biman we’re talking about; does he realize what Biman represents?”

Fu Yunshen, all day living in debauchery, had never managed a company and probably didn’t even know what Venus Group was.

Just as Madam Fu was about to speak, she suddenly noticed a man leaning against the door, looking at them with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

She swallowed back her words and even offered a smile, “Yunshen, you’re back. Your grandfather is resting; do you want to eat something?”

Fu Yunshen didn’t say anything, didn’t even glance at Fu Mingcheng and headed straight for the stairs.

Fu Mingcheng had just left Old Master Fu’s presence with nothing gained and was now looking at Fu Yunshen with an even greater sense of annoyance: “Can’t you even call out ‘Dad’?”

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen slowly came to a halt.

He turned his head slightly, his peach blossom eyes curving into a smile, the pale amber of his pupils reflecting a detached amusement: “Aren’t you clear on whether or not you’re my father?”

Fu Mingcheng’s expression changed abruptly.

Madam Fu beside him was also suddenly stunned.

Before the two could recover their wits, Fu Yunshen had already gone upstairs, no longer paying them any attention.

It was quite some time before Madam Fu collected her thoughts and hesitantly opened her mouth: “Mingcheng, does he… does he know something?”

“He couldn’t possibly know.” Fu Mingcheng’s complexion was still grave. “Old Master Fu would never tell him about that matter, he was only two years old at the time, what could he remember?”

“That’s true.” Madam Fu paused before adding, “Old Master Fu is so protective of him, he indeed wouldn’t tell him about the incident from twenty years ago, but why would he say such a thing?”

“It’s just a sense of unfairness.” Fu Mingcheng said coldly, “Since he was little, he hasn’t lived much at the Fu Family home, and whenever he comes back, it’s all about pleasure-seeking, indulgence in leisure, completely useless. And he still expects us to treat him well? Wishful thinking.”

Madam Fu didn’t speak this time.

“It’s not like there’s no solution,” said Fu Mingcheng, massaging his temples. “If Old Master Fu really gives Imperial Fragrance House to him, I have ways to take it back.”

A profligate who understood nothing about business would fall for just a few traps that were set for him.

Imperial Fragrance House would be his, sooner or later.

**

Upstairs.

Fu Yunshen gently turned the handle of the bedroom door and walked in.

At this moment, Old Master Fu was indeed asleep, his breathing barely audible, but very steady.

Not wanting to disturb him, Fu Yunshen didn’t move Old Master Fu to the bed.

Instead, he picked up a blanket and covered him with it.

Afterward, Fu Yunshen sat at the edge of the bed, lifted his hand, and imperceptibly pressed on Old Master Fu’s wrist.

He was no doctor, having merely learned a bit about pulse diagnosis during his time in the Ancient medical field.

Fu Yunshen tried it and didn’t find any problems.

He was just worried since Old Master Fu seemed very fond of sleeping.

But this indeed was a common issue among many elderly people.

After tucking Old Master Fu in, Fu Yunshen stood up and walked over to the bookshelf.

“Grandma, don’t worry,” Fu Yunshen whispered softly as he caressed the photo frame, a faint smile on his lips, “I’ll take revenge for you. You have to wish for Grandpa to stay well.”

He wasn’t asking for much, only for the people he cared about to live peacefully in this world.

That was enough.

**

At this time.

The Imperial Capital.

Nothing on the internet ever last more than three minutes of fame, and netizens also have a short memory.

Plus, with the public relations team of Skywalk Entertainment, Xiu Yan had been removed from the incident.

After all, she hadn’t done anything overtly.

She always knew to leave herself a way out. For such trifles, she would certainly not act personally.

After leaving the company, Xiu Yan returned to the Xiu Family home.

Today, Madam Xiu wasn’t playing mahjong but was sitting properly in the living room, appearing very restrained.

Seeing her like this, Xiu Yan sensed something was wrong: “Mom?”

“Your grandfather is in the study upstairs.” Madam Xiu forcefully maintained the demeanor of the nobility, but the forced effort made it seem somewhat incongruous, “He has things to discuss with you.”

Xiu Yan’s heart skipped a beat.

Old Master Xiu had long since retired.

His health wasn’t very good, so he usually recuperated in a suburb residence, hardly ever coming here.

So why had he suddenly appeared today?

No wonder even Madam Xiu wasn’t playing mahjong; with Old Master Xiu around, no one dared to misbehave.

Xiu Yan pursed her lips, suppressing her racing heart, and walked upstairs.

She knocked on the study door: “Grandpa.”

An aged and hoarse voice came from inside: “Come in.”

Only then did Xiu Yan push the door and enter.

But as soon as she entered, an inkstone was hurled in her direction.

Xiu Yan was startled and instinctively dodged, but the ink from the inkstone splattered all over her.

It ruined the high-end dress she had just obtained from the endorsement company. Yet she didn’t dare utter a word.

Xiu Yan trembled all over, looking up in disbelief, and with difficulty eked out: “Grand… Grandpa?”

“Xiu Yan, I’m only telling you this, if you keep on like this—” the man on the wheelchair turned to look at her, his gaze sharp and cold, “I’m going to bring Xiu Yu back.”