The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 307: Exposed past! [3 updates]

The sound approached from afar, startling Fu Mingcheng so much that he nearly fell.

He looked up abruptly to see an elderly man in a black Tang suit walking slowly toward him, his every step steady and brisk.

Fu Mingcheng did not recognize Mu Heqing.

With his status, he had no way to make contact with the Mu family.

After all, even placed in the capital city, the Fu family was merely on the same level as the Su family.

And they were too far removed from the Mu family’s top-tier circle.

But that did not prevent Fu Mingcheng from guessing the identity of the elderly man in the Tang suit. He immediately clenched the document in his hand and ventured, “May I ask, sir, you are…”

Mu Heqing glanced at him and did not speak.

Next to him, Mu Cheng stepped forward, his tone cool and detached, “The old man’s surname is Mu.”

Upon hearing this surname, the faces of all the Fu family members present in the mourning hall changed.

The Mu family, Mu Heqing, a name that thundered through their ears.

Such a figure had actually come from the capital city to the Fu family’s doorstep to pay respects to Old Master Fu so quickly.

The other three great wealthy families hadn’t even sent anyone yet.

Fu Mingcheng instantly broke out into a cold sweat, “So it’s Elder Mu who graces us with his presence, my family is honored. It’s a regret that we did not greet you from afar.”

“You don’t need to greet me,” Mu Heqing said indifferently, “First kneel, kneel for three days and three nights, then talk nonsense.”

Fu Mingcheng was stunned, “Elder Mu, you…”

But Mu Heqing ignored him and turned his head, “Mu Cheng.”

“Yes, my lord,” Mu Cheng nodded, stepped forward, and directly pressed down on Fu Mingcheng’s shoulders, forcing him to kneel before Old Master Fu’s coffin.

Mu Cheng was not an ancient martial artist, but he had received martial training, naturally something Fu Mingcheng could not compare with.

With a ‘bang’, Fu Mingcheng knelt on the ground, his gaze directly meeting the black and white photograph of Old Master Fu in the mourning hall. His heart skipped a beat, feeling a bit daunted to look straight at it.

He gritted his teeth, “What do you mean by this, Elder Mu?”

After Mu Heqing had lit three sticks of incense, he turned around, “I dislike it when the descendants of Yichang are undutiful and so aggressively domineering.”

His gaze swept sharply over each person, including Fu Yichen, Madam Fu, and Third Master Fu, cutting like a knife.

Fu Yichen truly was nothing but indolence and laziness; unable to withstand such scrutiny, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.

“Yunshen, you don’t move yet,” Mu Heqing walked slowly behind Fu Yunshen. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he spoke softly, “Wait until your grandfather has been laid to rest completely before you act otherwise, it wouldn’t be good. I will act on your behalf.”

After all, not even a full day had gone by, to say nothing of the seventh day after death.

The older generation also paid close attention to staying with the deceased and funeral rituals; such things must not be disrupted to disturb the spirits of the departed.

Mu Heqing was even very clear that what mattered most to Fu Yunshen right now was to send off Old Master Fu with a peaceful heart.

He would not let his hands be stained with blood in front of Old Master Fu’s coffin.

But afterward—

Mu Heqing shook his head.

Once Old Master Fu was gone, who could possibly keep this young man in check?

He had held back his sharp edge and was willing to stay in Shanghai City, because the people he cared for most were here.

Fu Yunshen said nothing and knelt down again, quietly watching over the coffin.

“Elder Mu,” Fu Mingcheng, still controlled by Mu Cheng and with an unsightly expression, protested, “This is the Fu family’s internal affair. Even if you were my father’s superior before, you don’t have the right to meddle, right?”

“Oh? How could this be meddling?” Before Mu Heqing could reply, another voice came from outside, “This is an elder disciplining a junior. Mu Heqing is a renowned figure—if not you, even I could be scolded by him. What, has he not got that right?”

Another elderly man, also dressed in black clothes.

It was unexpected to Mu Heqing, “Yunjian, you’re here too?”

The Nie family truly had no connection to the Fu family.

“To offer condolences,” Old Master Nie did not say much and stepped forward to light incense, “I wanted to see you instructing them.”

Mu Heqing: “…”

After that, no one in the mourning hall dared to speak; they hardly dared to breathe.

Nie Yunjian!

This name, although not as eminent as Mu Heqing’s, was still well known within the circle of wealthy families—no one would be unaware of it.

Today, the leaders of the two top families in the capital city had unexpectedly gathered here in Shanghai City.

Fu Mingcheng did not dare to speak anymore, kneeling unwillingly and enduring the humiliation.

As time passed, more and more visitors came to the mourning hall to pay their respects.

The Zhong family sent the most people, followed by the Jiang family. The Ying family only sent a board director, as the Ying family had no relationship with the Fu family after all.

Zhong Manhua, who was not acquainted with Old Master Fu naturally did not go to pay her respects at the mourning hall. However, she did sigh, “It’s true that when people grow old, accidents happen more often, and they can be gone in an instant. Life really is unpredictable.”

Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips, “Mom, actually, Old Master Fu’s passing is actually beneficial for our family.”

“Beneficial?” Zhong Manhua was surprised, “How so?”

“Haven’t you said it yourself? It was only because Seventh Young Master Fu was there that your sister could afford to leave home with such willfulness,” Ying Yuexuan analyzed sensibly, “But now that Old Master Fu is gone, the Seventh Young Master’s position has plummeted.”

“He can barely protect himself in the Fu Family. How could he have the capacity to care about his sister?”

Zhong Manhua quickly caught on, “That’s right, with this turn of events, your sister will have no choice but to come back home.”

Without Fu Yunshen’s support, could Ying Zijin still be so willful?

“The funeral is in five days,” Zhong Manhua pondered, “At that time, I’ll go fetch your sister and bring her back.”

Ying Yuexuan nodded, “Mom, I’ll go with you.”

**

The funeral was set for November 9th.

Many people attended this time; the Four Major Noble Families were all gathered.

Mu Heqing and Old Master Nie had to leave after the funeral due to matters in the capital.

After burying Old Master Fu into the Mausoleum, Fu Mingcheng finally let out a sigh of relief.

He turned around and, after giving Fu Yunshen a cold glance, he spoke up, “It’s just as well that everyone is here. I have an announcement to make.”

At these words, the guests who were about to disperse were taken aback, turning their heads back in a mix of surprise and confusion.

With Old Master Fu gone, the role of Patriarch of the Fu Family naturally fell to Fu Mingcheng.

Could it be that the Fu Family was planning another significant move?

With Mu Heqing and Old Master Nie having left, nobody was intervening in the Fu Family’s affairs anymore.

Now, Fu Mingcheng was finally saying the words he had been holding back in his heart for over twenty years.

He only felt immense relief, his mood more relaxed than ever.

“Fu Yunshen is not born of my wife and me. He is not a member of the Fu family and has no right to inherit any of the Fu family’s assets,” Fu Mingcheng’s voice was icy, “Please, everyone, bear witness for me, Fu Mingcheng. Now, I expel Fu Yunshen from the Fu Family, and from this moment on, he has no ties with the Fu Family whatsoever!”

This assertive declaration exploded like thunder among the crowd.

There was a general uproar.

Fu Yunshen was not Fu Mingcheng’s son?!

Could he be someone’s illegitimate child?

In wealthy families, illegitimate children have no status whatsoever.

“Dad, you’ve gone mad!” Fu Yihan was shocked, “How can Yunshen not be a member of our Fu Family? He clearly—”

“You shut up!” Fu Mingcheng shouted, “If I say he is not, then he is not.”

Jiang Moyuan’s eyes deepened.

He had thought that Fu Yunshen had merely lost a backer.

But now it seemed, Fu Yunshen was not even a member of the Fu family and truly had no right to compete with him for anything.

His gaze shifted, landing on the girl in the distance, his brow slightly furrowed.

The funeral had just ended, and it wasn’t the right opportunity, but there was still plenty of time in the future.

Jiang Moyuan pressed his lips together tightly and turned away.

Ying Zijin, who heard this statement, had a moment of sharp focus in her gaze. She raised her hand and grasped Fu Yunshen’s shoulder, “You—”

“Yaoyao, it’s okay.” Fu Yunshen tilted his head slightly, and he leaned down as usual, gently ruffling her hair with a slight smile, “Let me be alone for a while; I’ll be fine soon.”

He was always like this.

No matter how much pain or injury he suffered, he never showed it.

Always graceful, never revealing any sign of disarray.

Ying Zijin let go of her hand, her eyebrows twisted.

She knew he needed quiet at the moment, so she stepped aside.

But Fu Mingcheng’s words had changed the way the guests looked at Fu Yunshen, especially those who had once curried favor with him.

“Thought he was the true prince, turned out to be nothing but a false civet cat,” someone remarked.

“Not even a member of the Fu Family, and yet he dreams of inheriting it. Truly delusional,” another commented.

Ying Zijin’s hand clenched, and her eyes gradually grew colder.

Nie Yi appeared beside her at some point.

Still in the black suit from the funeral, his demeanor was somber as he began to speak at a measured pace.

“Twenty years ago, a group of people came to the Fu Family, their arrival tumultuous, and to this day, no one knows where they came from or what they were really after,” he explained.

Ying Zijin was listening.

Nie Yi continued, “Yunshen’s grandmother died under the guns of those people, trying to protect him.”

“Old Master Fu was poisoned by those same people, and he fell ill for twenty years.”

“And he, barely two years old at the time, was hidden in an attic of the Fu Family and had to watch his mother being killed by those people.”