The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 302: 291 Both Weibo and foreign websites have exploded [Update 1]

Since May, when a group of people took Old Master Fu away from the First Hospital, his illness miraculously improved.

So, since that day, Old Master Fu never had to go through the hospital again.

The group came without a trace and left without a trace. Fu Mingcheng sent out the household guard he had been secretly training, but they couldn’t find any clues.

He suspected that the group was likely sent by a war comrade that Old Master Fu knew from before, maybe even Mu Heqing.

Old Master Fu knew many people when he was young. Although they hadn’t seen each other much in their old age, their friendship didn’t diminish; after all, they had been through life and death together.

Old Master Fu got better, but Fu Mingcheng couldn’t tell if he was more happy or annoyed.

It’s been almost half a year, and Old Master Fu’s health hadn’t deteriorated again, so why did he suddenly end up in the hospital?

“Old Master Fu?” Madam Fu was startled, “What happened?”

These days, Old Master Fu was not at the Fu Family residence, but had stayed over at the Zhong Family’s place.

They couldn’t really complain, after all, Old Master Fu and Master Zhong had a very strong relationship, being as close as brothers in the past.

“The phone call didn’t say.” Fu Mingcheng had already opened the door, hurrying, “Let’s go over and take a look.”

Madam Fu, in a fluster, hurriedly picked up her bag and followed suit.

**

Fifteen minutes later, Fu Mingcheng and Madam Fu arrived at the First Hospital.

However, to the couple’s surprise, Old Master Fu was not in the ICU, but in a regular ward.

The attending physician had just walked out of the ward

“Doctor.” Fu Mingcheng approached, “How is my father doing?”

“There’s no serious illness. Old Master Fu also doesn’t have other common ailments like high blood pressure,” the doctor removed his stethoscope, “He passed out while walking because he was too tired, but he should be waking up soon.”

“Too tired?” Fu Mingcheng frowned but was also relieved, “I’ll go in and have a look.”

But just as he took a step, he was stopped by the attending physician, “The elderly need to rest now. It’s best not to disturb him.”

Fu Mingcheng paused, his face didn’t reveal his emotions, “Then I’ll just wait outside.”

Madam Fu waited with him.

Seeing their insistence, the attending physician no longer interfered and went downstairs.

There was actually more than just Old Master Fu in the ward; Elder Zhong was sitting by the bed, keeping him company.

That morning, they had gone out to practice Tai Chi and then took a walk around Little West Mountain.

Elder Zhong thought that Old Master Fu was just oversleeping, but still sturdy enough, considering walking and hiking were not much of an issue.

Unexpectedly, while descending the mountain, Old Master Fu suddenly collapsed.

Elder Zhong was startled and immediately sent him to the hospital.

The doctor’s examination was consistent with what he told Fu Mingcheng.

Seeing Old Master Fu’s complexion was indeed rosy, Elder Zhong also felt reassured.

It was then that he picked up his phone and dialed another number.

This call was to Fu Yunshen.

What puzzled Elder Zhong was that Old Master Fu seemed to know that his body would have issues lately, and he emphasized several times not to tell Fu Yunshen.

Elder Zhong had barely dialed the number for a few seconds when the door to the ward was knocked.

He walked over and opened the door, only to see a man supporting himself against the wall, his black hair damp on his forehead, clearly having hurried over.

“So quick?” Elder Zhong was surprised, “The doctor just checked and said your grandfather was just too tired, not a big problem.”

Fu Yunshen didn’t respond right away.

He loosened his collar, walked in, and after a thorough examination of Old Master Fu, his tense back finally relaxed.

Watching his expression, Elder Zhong shook his head in silence.

Not to say.

Though considered the least reliable of the Fu Family, Fu Yunshen was the only one who genuinely cared for Old Master Fu.

Half an hour later, Old Master Fu slowly came to.

Elder Zhong finally let out the breath he was holding, “Old Man Fu, you’ve finally woken up.”

He genuinely feared that Old Master Fu would sleep and never wake up again.

Fu Yunshen was silent for a moment before he spoke, “Grandpa.”

“No worries, Grandpa is fine.” Old Master Fu supported himself on the edge of the bed and slowly sat up, heaving a sigh, “Ah, I’ve made Xiao Qi worry again.”

As he spoke, he turned and glared at Elder Zhong, “I told you not to say anything, and you still did.”

“Old Man Fu, are you doing this on purpose?” Elder Zhong was very annoyed, “The first thing you do when you wake up is to berate me.”

“Grandpa, I came on my own,” Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered, he gave a soft smile, “At the time Elder Zhong called, I had already arrived.”

Old Master Fu seized the chance to boast, “Look, you see that? How filial my Xiao Qi is.”

“Alright, alright, you rascal, you stay with your Grandpa,” Elder Zhong walked out with his hands behind his back, huffing, “I’m going to buy some nutritious porridge.”

**

On the other side.

Fu Yihan received a call from Fu Mingcheng.

He didn’t live in the Fu Family’s old house and upon hearing that Old Master Fu had been hospitalized, he too became anxious and hurriedly gathered his things to leave.

“Yihan, what are you doing?” Su Ruan was applying a facial mask, “Weren’t we supposed to go out for dinner tonight?”

“Grandpa’s in the hospital,” Fu Yihan continued without pausing, “Let’s go together.”

Su Ruan fell silent at that.

She had no affection for Old Master Fu and even harbored some resentment.

If it weren’t for Old Master Fu and Old Master Su’s arranged marriage agreement, she would still be in the capital now and would marry a noble son from there, not coming to Shanghai City.

But naturally, she dared not say such words out loud.

Otherwise, let alone the Fu Family members, even Old Master Su would scold her fiercely.

Su Ruan peeled off the facial mask from her face, somewhat begrudgingly, “Fine, fine, let’s go.”

And just at this moment, Fu Yihan stopped in his tracks and took another phone call.

After hanging up, his expression paused for a moment, “No need.”

Su Ruan was annoyed and looked at him coldly, “What do you mean ‘no need’ now?”

“Yunshen is over there.” Fu Yihan put down the objects in his hands, “Grandpa has also woken up, it’s nothing serious.”

This sentence, however, successfully set Su Ruan off.

It was Fu Yunshen again!

“Fu Yihan, show some backbone!” Su Ruan’s face turned ashen, “I married you, not to suffer in the Fu Family. Why does it become unnecessary when he is there? He’s your grandfather too, won’t you miss the chance to garner favor? What if the Fu Family’s future isn’t yours, what will you do?”

The largest share of the stocks and businesses like Imperial Fragrance House were still in Old Master Fu’s hands.

Fu Yihan’s gaze grew deeper.

He didn’t speak and walked out the door.

After a few steps, he stopped, turned his head, “The Fu Family was never mine to begin with, this is the last time, Su Ruan.”

And with that, the door was closed.

Su Ruan, furious, threw the vase from the bedside at the wall.

Holding back tears, she took out her phone and made a call to the Su Family.

The call was answered by Su Ruan’s father, Su Lianghui, who was also Old Master Su’s third son.

Listening to Su Ruan’s complaints, Su Lianghui was almost unable to continue listening until he heard the news of Old Master Fu being hospitalized.

He pondered for a moment, then hung up the phone to find Old Master Su.

Old Master Su was younger than Old Man Fu, 83 years old this year.

But his mobility was poor, and he could only travel in a wheelchair.

“Yichang is in the hospital?” Old Master Su frowned, “I’ll make a call.”

At his age, flying was not an option.

A trip to Shanghai City would be quite troublesome.

After saying so, Old Master Su made a call. After finishing, he shook his head.

Su Lianghui asked, “Dad, what’s the matter?”

“I suspect Yichang is likely not going to make it,” Old Master Su sighed, “But that’s normal. I’ve been feeling my days are numbered too.”

People often have a premonition about their own impending demise.

This kind of premonition, no matter how sophisticated the hospital’s equipment, cannot be measured.

“Not going to make it?” Su Lianghui was startled, “Then we should take a stand.”

The Su Family was not considered a major clan in the capital; their overall strength was about the same as the Fu Family’s, and they needed to support each other.

The Fu Family had many factions; it wouldn’t be good to stand with the wrong side.

Old Master Su frowned again, “You must not speak such things again in the future.”

He and Old Man Fu were comrades in arms, what was this talk of not taking a stand?

Su Lianghui, however, thought differently.

He was a businessman, focused only on interests.

The reason why he agreed with Old Master Su to marry Su Ruan to Fu Yunshen was because of Fu Yunshen’s favored status with Old Man Fu.

Perhaps Fu Yunshen was the heir to the Fu Corporation in the future?

The one thing Su Lianghui hadn’t anticipated was that Su Ruan had no interest in Fu Yunshen.

Nevertheless, this didn’t hinder him from trying to curry favor with Fu Yunshen.

He also knew that, although Fu Mingcheng and Fu Yunshen were father and son, their relationship was worse than that of enemies.

After some consideration, Su Lianghui decided he would fully support Fu Mingcheng.

As for Fu Yunshen?

Once Old Master Fu passed away, what significant achievements could Fu Yunshen accomplish?

He probably wouldn’t even be able to mix in the high society of Shanghai City by then.

With a plan in mind, Su Lianghui exchanged a few words with Old Master Su before leaving.

**

The next day.

Inside Class 19.

Ying Zijin leaned back in her chair, eyes closed, resting.

Yesterday, she had examined Old Master Fu again but still had not found any issues.

It might not be related to his physical health at all, perhaps it was a psychological issue.

Such psychological issues, I’m afraid, are incurable; only Old Master Fu could find peace within himself.

Meanwhile, Xiu Yu was earnestly finishing a set of papers and took out his phone to pass the time.

“Daddy Ying.” As he browsed, Xiu Yu suddenly spoke, “You’re trending again, no, no, not just on Weibo, but on foreign websites too, it’s blown up.”

Ying Zijin’s expression paused, “What?”

Xiu Yu placed his phone in front of her, “Take a look.”