The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 305: Mu Family Nie Family has arrived! [1 more]

With Old Master Fu gone, no one was there to protect Fu Yunshen anymore.

Actually, the amount of time that Fu Yunshen had spent in the Fu Family wasn’t that long.

Fu Yunshen had gone to the Imperial Capital when he was only five years old, living there for nearly a decade.

It was only when he turned fourteen that Old Master Fu had brought him back to Shanghai City.

After that, he had earned the title of the most charming playboy in Shanghai City.

During the year he turned eighteen, Fu Yunshen went to the Imperial Capital for a trip, and it wasn’t long before news spread in Shanghai City that he had gotten involved with the Meng Family.

And so, Old Master Fu sent him away to O Continent overnight; it was only after more than three years, almost four, that Fu Yunshen returned.

All things considered, Fu Yunshen had lived in the Fu Family for less than a decade.

But Fu Mingcheng still found Fu Yunshen disagreeable, all because Old Master Fu valued him too much.

A mere wastrel, handsome in appearance but useless at everything.

What made Fu Yunshen so deserving?

With the passing of Old Master Fu, Fu Mingcheng actually felt a sense of relief, feeling as if the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart had been lifted.

Unlike the other elders, Old Master Fu’s prestige was unparalleled within the Fu Family.

The status that the Fu Family enjoyed in Shanghai City today was also because Old Master Fu was there.

To Fu Mingcheng’s surprise, Old Master Fu had not hidden his will, but left it openly on his desk.

Madam Fu also saw it: “Mingcheng, here.”

Fu Mingcheng quickly walked over, picked up the will from the desk, and started to read it.

When he saw Old Master Fu had left the Imperial Fragrance House, 15% of the Fu Corporation’s shares, and all of the Fu Family’s properties in the Imperial Capital to Fu Yunshen, the veins on Fu Mingcheng’s forehead and neck throbbed violently.

Enraged, he tore the will in his hands to pieces.

Seeing his action, Madam Fu immediately understood what was happening.

She opened her mouth: “The Imperial Fragrance House… Did Old Master really leave it to him?”

Even though they were both prepared for it, actually seeing it written on the will was still unbearable.

The Imperial Fragrance House!

The cornerstone of the Fu Family!

Now squandered by a profligate, and it wouldn’t be long before it was all lost.

Fu Mingcheng took a deep breath: “First, prepare the funeral arrangements. Dad was 85, it’s a ‘happy funeral,’ a good thing. Get a master, set the funeral date, and we need to invite the Four Major Noble Families.”

In the event of an elder passing away over the age of 80, the funeral could be considered a ‘happy funeral.’

Therefore, the Fu Family would also follow the custom of holding the body in repose for three days and hosting a grand banquet.

This was an excellent opportunity for Fu Mingcheng to win over potential allies.

A few days earlier, Su Lianghui, Su Ruan’s father, had given him a tentative promise of support.

He also wanted Fu Yunshen to understand who was truly worthy to inherit the Fu Family.

Fu Mingcheng also knew that tearing up the will served no purpose.

Old Master Fu was a cautious man and always prepared multiple copies of his will, all of which were surely notarized and legally binding.

Coming to her senses, Madam Fu hurried downstairs to start making phone calls.

As for things like the coffin, they didn’t need to worry about that; it had been prepared a long time ago.

Nobody expected that after more than three years of preparation, it would be put to use now.

Fu Mingcheng tossed the shredded document into the wastebasket and after giving another glance to Old Master Fu lying on the bed, he left.

Elsewhere.

After finishing calls to Fu Mingcheng’s siblings, Madam Fu hurried upstairs.

“Yichen!” Madam Fu knocked on the door and, hearing loud snoring from inside, decided to use the key to turn the lock directly, “Yichen, wake up, quickly.”

“Mom, stop bothering me,” Fu Yichen grumbled, turning over, “It’s the weekend, let me sleep a bit more.”

“Still sleeping?” Madam Fu, driven by anger, grabbed his ear, “Your grandfather has passed away; what are you sleeping for?”

This statement fully woke Fu Yichen up.

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, “Mom, what did you say?”

“Your grandfather passed away this morning,” Madam Fu said flatly, without a hint of sorrow, “Get up quickly and help me with the preparations.”

Fu Yichen began frantically throwing on his clothes: “Wasn’t grandpa getting better? How could he just…”

As he spoke, it seemed he realized something, urgently asking, “The will? How did grandpa divide it?”

The Fu Family was massive, and Old Master Fu had no shortage of brothers and sisters; just Fu Mingcheng’s generation alone boasted more than twenty people, not to mention Fu Yichen’s.

Madam Fu didn’t say a word.

“Did he leave everything to Fu Yunshen?” Fu Yichen’s face turned sour, “Has grandpa gone mad? With my elder brother around, he’d let him inherit the Fu Family?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Fu Mingcheng said coldly from outside the door, “Fu Yunshen isn’t my and your mother’s offspring, he’s not a member of the Fu Family, and he isn’t eligible to inherit the Fu Family.”

Fu Yichen was startled, “Dad… what are you saying?”

After years of envying Fu Yunshen, it turned out that Fu Yunshen wasn’t from the Fu family?!

However, Fu Mingcheng didn’t pay any more attention to him, as he hastily went to find He Quan, the executor of Old Master Fu’s will.

**

In just the span of a morning, the Four major noble families had all learned of Old Master Fu’s passing.

The Jiang Family had always been closely following the Fu family, and Jiang Moyuan had always been dedicated to pushing the Jiang Family ahead of the Fu Family, to become the leader of the Four major noble families.

However, Jiang Moyuan had always been occupied with company matters and didn’t pay much attention to external affairs. It was Old Madam Jiang, Ye Suhe, who telephoned and called him back.

“Passed away?” Jiang Moyuan was rarely taken aback, and after a long moment, he slowly voiced a sentence, very coldly, “It was to be expected.”

Old Master Fu’s health had been failing, and even if cured, likely left some complications.

Jiang Moyuan felt no empathy.

To him, Old Master Fu was but a stranger.

The friendship of their ancestors had already faded by their generation.

While brewing tea, Ye Suhe commented indifferently, “With Fu Yichang gone, there’ll be a shift of power in Shanghai City. Moyuan, this is your opportunity.”

The Fu family members were scrambling to divide the inheritance; why wouldn’t outsiders want to swallow up the Fu Family’s assets?

Even though she had previously thought of having Jiang Moyuan form a matrimonial alliance with the Fu family’s daughter and had gotten along well with Madam Fu.

But where in the world is there eternal friendship?

The interests of the Jiang family naturally took precedence.

Jiang Moyuan nodded slightly, “Mother, I understand.”

With the internal strife within the Fu family, the Jiang Family might be able to surpass the Fu Family, or even acquire several of the Fu Family’s major businesses.

Jiang Moyuan sat on the sofa, loosened his tie, and picked up a cup of tea as well.

After a sip, as if something occurred to him, his expression paused, his eyes deepening.

With Old Master Fu gone, the one most affected could only be Fu Yunshen.

Without Old Master Fu, no one would back Fu Yunshen, the prodigal son.

Jiang Moyuan caressed the cup, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

In that case, Ying Zijin also…

Jiang Moyuan’s fingers tensed slightly, and he slowly exhaled, his eyebrows and eyes relaxing.

He had heard Ying Zijin was driven out of the Ying Family, and he could also take this opportunity to bring her into the Jiang Family.

Ye Suhe noticed the change in his mood, “Moyuan, what are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” Jiang Moyuan responded lightly, “I’m just thinking that what you said makes sense, Mother. This is my opportunity.”

Ye Suhe nodded upon hearing this, and didn’t ask further.

**

Because it was the weekend, Old Master Zhong had not gone to the company.

Like usual, he got up at eight in the morning, went out to practice Tai Chi and take a walk, and even bought some groceries on the way back.

Old Master Zhong quite enjoyed this common man’s lifestyle. He had also taken up cooking recently.

By the time he returned home, it was already eleven o’clock. He saw Steward Zhong sitting on the sofa, lost in thought and occasionally rubbing his eyes, prompting him to ask in surprise, “What’s the matter?”

“Master Zhong,” said Steward Zhong, standing up abruptly as he saw him return, “Master Zhong, the Fu family… they’ve begun funeral preparations.”

Old Master Zhong was a bit slow to react, mechanically asking, “Who?”

“Old Master Fu,” Steward Zhong wiped away tears, “He passed away this morning.”

Old Master Zhong sway slightly, his complexion turning pale in an instant.

“Grandfather,” Ying Zijin’s expression shifted subtly. She quickly stepped forward to support him, lifting a glass of water that had been prepared, “Grandfather, drink some water.”

A sudden emotional shock could cause great harm to an elderly person’s health.

Old Master Zhong shuddered and only with difficulty took a sip of water.

In the water, Ying Zijin had mixed a medicine to help steady his emotions.

“Zijin, go find that young man for me, there’s nothing wrong with grandfather,” said Old Master Zhong after drinking the water, not having the time to mourn yet and considering the most critical matter, “He will be the one who cannot accept it the most, watch him. Old Man Fu said that he can even harm himself when he gets frantic.”

Once Ying Zijin confirmed that Old Master Zhong was alright, she let go and left.

**

The news spread like wildfire, and with Fu Mingcheng deliberately holding a grand funeral ceremony without any discretion, it reached the capital directly.

Mu Heqing couldn’t believe it.

He fell silent for a moment, saying nothing.

Next to him, Mu Cheng ventured, “Master, shall we…?”

“Prepare the private jet,” Mu Heqing quickly made a decision, “We’re going to Shanghai City.”