The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 309: 298 Ying Zijin: Brother, I’ve got your back [2 updates]

Upon receiving the confirmation, the person on the other end of the call was so excited they couldn’t contain themselves: “Bro, I’ll start preparing now, just wait for me, I can be in Shanghai City by tomorrow morning.”

“Ian, there’s no rush.” Fu Yunshen replied indifferently, “I’ve got another important matter, you can just arrive on the 12th.”

“Rush, rush, of course I’m in a rush.” The sound of rummaging through boxes and drawers came through the phone, “I’ve finally waited for this day, how could I not be anxious?”

Only a few people knew what the original purpose of establishing Venus Group was.

The original intention was actually just to take back Imperial Fragrance House.

As a result, they inadvertently became a top global corporation.

Nobody knows how it happened.

“Bro, has something happened?” After his excitement, Ian also calmed down, “Why did you suddenly come to your senses?”

He knew about the Fu Family’s situation, and even more how disgusting Fu Mingcheng’s family was.

If it weren’t for Old Master Fu, if Fu Yunshen hadn’t been smart, he wouldn’t have had the chance to grow up at all—he would have died.

Ian knew even better that Fu Yunshen hadn’t made a move all this time also because of Old Master Fu.

Blood ties are a strange thing; they always come with entanglements.

To ensure that Old Master Fu could spend his twilight years in peace, Fu Yunshen could endure anything.

“It’s nothing.” Fu Yunshen narrowed his peach blossom eyes, his smile light and casual, “It’s just that, I’ve lost everything again.”

With words spoken to that extent, how could Ian not understand what had happened? A chill ran through his heart immediately.

He should have seen it coming.

If there ever came a day when Fu Yunshen decided to make a move on the Fu Family, it would surely mean that Old Master Fu was no longer there.

The Fu Family could no longer trap him.

There aren’t many things in this world that can confine Fu Yunshen.

“Bro, you… you still have us.” Ian felt terrible, not knowing how to comfort him, “Don’t be sad, okay?”

“Yeah.” Fu Yunshen didn’t say anything more, “Hanging up now.”

As he was about to put the phone away, WeChat chimed.

It was from his only star-marked friend.

[Chief, don’t be afraid, I still have money, I can still support you, eat here, I’ve made a reservation.]

[In the next two days, I won’t bother you, just calm down.]

Fu Yunshen’s fingers paused, his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

A place in his heart, as if struck by something.

Clenched down deeply.

After a full five minutes, Fu Yunshen finally replied.

[Thank you, Yaoyao, brother will be okay.]

He left the cemetery and drove to the city center.

**

An hour later, the Maserati pulled up in front of a Michelin Three-Star Restaurant.

Fu Yunshen pushed open the door and entered.

The man’s features were strikingly handsome, overly captivating, and outstanding.

Immediately, people inside recognized him.

It was already eight o’clock, past mealtime, and not many customers were present, just a table of patrons.

It was a gathering of young socialites.

One of the socialites holding a bottle of wine, stood up unsteadily.

“Yo, isn’t this Shanghai City’s number one charming playboy, Seventh Young Master Fu Yunshen?” He chuckled, then as if suddenly realizing something, “Oh, wrong, wrong, you’re not even part of the Fu Family anymore.”

“Mong Yang, don’t tear open people’s wounds so directly,” another mocking young socialite said, “He still is a charming playboy, just penniless now.”

“That’s right, Fu Yunshen.” Mong Yang’s smile was insidious, “This place isn’t cheap, you’ve been kicked out of the Fu Family, your bank cards must be frozen, right?”

He said contemptuously, “Do you need me to lend you some money to have a meal?”

As he spoke, Mong Yang shook the bottle in his hand, “See this? This Rémy Martin goes for twenty thousand a bottle. Tsk tsk, it’s a pity, you can’t afford it anymore.”

The Mong family actually didn’t rank very high in Shanghai City, having made their fortunes suddenly.

Mong Yang certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to step on Fu Yunshen when the opportunity arose.

Mong Yu was digging in his pocket, ready to take out a card and toss some charity to Fu Yunshen, but was interrupted by a flurry of footsteps.

It was the restaurant’s manager, followed by a dozen waiters.

The waiters carried trays of food and red wine, an array dazzling enough to blind the eyes of Mong Yang and the other socialites.

“Seventh Young Master.” The manager didn’t even bother with them but quickly came forward with great respect, “This was specially prepared for you by Miss Ying. She knows you’re in a bad mood and specifically ordered these for you.”

Fu Yunshen’s expression halted, his head lifted.

What drew the most attention were those ten bottles of wine.

From a Bordeaux winery, each valued at a hundred thousand.

Not to mention the other dishes, all made with top-grade ingredients.

Mong Yang and the other socialites stood dumbfounded.

They were educated but had spent countless money, being able to dine at a Michelin Three-Star restaurant wasn’t an issue for them.

But they definitely weren’t so generous as to order wines worth a million on a whim.

With a bank card holding five hundred thousand in his hand, Mong Yang felt his face burning with shame.

“Miss Ying has booked the entire place for today.” Only then did the manager turn to Mong Yang and others, “We are only waiting for Seventh Young Master to come, we regret that we cannot serve you gentlemen.”

He made a gesture of invitation, polite yet distant.

Mong Yang’s face turned green, he left furiously.

The other socialites, too embarrassed to stay any longer, left in disarray.

After the waiters set up the dishes, they withdrew.

The candlelight was clear, the lighting warm.

Fu Yunshen sat down.

He looked down at the dishes on the table and suddenly smiled.

Only now did he realize that when she said she would take care of him, she was serious.

It was not just a casual remark, nor was it merely to comfort him.

He had become a little greedy.

He wanted to make her his alone, his little girl.

But he felt he didn’t deserve it.

He didn’t deserve good things, nor did he deserve to drag her down.

He had lived his entire life for revenge, living only to find those responsible for the events twenty years prior.

Already in hell, how could he dare aspire to the light?

**

Although Fu Yunshen had told him to take his time, Ian still arrived quickly.

On the evening of November 10th, he brought several trusted associates from Venus Group to Shanghai City and settled into the Queen Hotel.

Although the Queen Hotel was not property of the Venus Group, they held some shares in it.

Yun Shan and Yun Wu were also there.

“Where’s my brother?” Ian stepped into the room and took a glance around, “He’s not here?”

As he spoke, he put down two bottles of wine, “I rushed back just before his birthday to celebrate.”

“You forgot, tomorrow—” Yun Shan pursed his lips, “Tomorrow is Miss Liuying and Old Madam’s memorial day, the Young Master has gone to pay his respects.”

Ian suddenly fell silent, his expression complicated.

In the years following Fu Yunshen, they had never seen him celebrate his birthday.

Because his birthday was the memorial day for Fu Liuying and Yan Yuehua.

He was burdened with a vendetta he couldn’t let go of.

Yun Shan tucked away the gun, then picked up a sack and a bundle of rope, “We’re leaving.”

“Hey hey hey, what are you doing?” Ian, puzzled, asked, “Are you going to fight someone?”

“Not fighting.” This time it was Yun Wu who spoke, “Isn’t the Young Master starting to deal with the Fu Family? So we’re going to tie up that brat Fu Yichen first.”

“When the Young Master is done paying his respects to Miss Liuying and Old Madam, it’ll be just the right time to deal with things.”

“Kidnapping?” Ian became interested, rolling up his sleeves, “I’ll join in, catch him off guard.”

Yun Shan looked at him disapprovingly but said nothing.

The three men left together.

**

Fu Liuying was not buried in the cemetery, but on a mountain to the east.

Fu Yunshen went to the cemetery to pay respects to Old Madam Fu Yan Yuehua, and then to where Fu Liuying was buried.

By the time he reached the top of the mountain, it was half-past eleven at night.

The night was heavy, without a star in the sky, even the moon concealed by clouds, leaving no light.

Fu Liuying’s tomb was simple.

It was a Wordless Stele, with nothing inscribed upon it.

This was not because Old Master Fu did not value Fu Liuying; rather, it was out of fear of those from twenty years ago striking again.

No one knew if they would also dig up the gravesite.

Fu Yunshen knelt halfway.

He lifted his hand, caressing the cold tombstone, suddenly smiled, and whispered softly, “Mom, actually… I miss you a lot.”

His memories of Fu Liuying were not that deep since it was only a span of two years.

The only thing that left an impression was that when Fu Liuying held him to put him to sleep, she would often say a phrase to him.

“Xiao Qi, your mother named you Yunshen, hoping that even in the darkest abyss, you’d have a ray of sunlight to illuminate you.”

“Your mom’s Xiao Qi, I hope you’ll grow up happily and safely, and I wish to always be by your side.”

None of Fu Liuying’s two wishes came true in the end.

“Actually, it’s nothing.” Fu Yunshen chuckled softly, leaning against a tree, looking up at the sky, lightly, “I’ve gotten used to being alone over the years.”

Used to being alone.

Used to smiling.

Because only smiling can prove he is happy, even if it is a shoddy façade.

The mountaintop was silent, deathly still.

But suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky.

One drop following another, growing larger by the moment.

The downpour was torrential, and the world grew dim.

Fu Yunshen still leaned against the tombstone, very quietly, making no move to find shelter, letting the rain drench him.

The rain streamed down his hair, cheeks, chin, soaking all his clothes, nearly drowning him.

Yet at that moment, the sound of footsteps arose, faint, almost inaudible.

But having practiced ancient martial arts for years, Fu Yunshen’s hearing was naturally beyond that of ordinary people.

As long as he was alert, he could hear any disturbance.

Fu Yunshen looked up, his peach blossom eyes squinting slightly, as he looked in that direction.

In the darkness, someone was slowly walking towards him.

Seconds later, the pouring rain above him stopped.

The girl stood in the rain, bending slightly, holding an umbrella over him.

As if she was the only light in this world.