Testator: Fu Yichang

Name of executor: He Quan

Because I am worried that my heirs will have disputes over property issues after my death, I made this will in Shanghai on October 9, 2020 while I was seriously ill, and made the following arrangements for my property, rights, etc.

Below is a list of regulations, and there are a lot of them.

The most important asset of the Fu family is Yuxiangfang, which Mr. Fu gave to Fu Yunshen, including 15% of the shares of the Fu Group.

He also gave the Fu family's real estate in the imperial capital to Fu Yunshen, which was worth more than a billion in total.

If this will is finally placed in front of the Fu family, not to mention Fu Mingcheng, even the others will make a fuss.

Giving Yuxiangfang to Fu Yunshen is equivalent to giving away the Fu Group.

He Quan is a person that Mr. Fu trusts very much.

Three years ago, he thought he was going to die, so he wrote a will and gave it to He Quan.

After his death, he believed that He Quan could carry out this will well.

Remembering what Mr. Zhong had said to him earlier, Mr. Fu sighed.

No one knows his physical condition better than himself.

There are no problems or illnesses, but we are indeed moving toward the end step by step.

He had endured for twenty years, and even though all the toxins in his body had been removed, he had become much lighter after recuperating for so long.

But after all, the poison had been in his bones for twenty years, and he had a lot of hidden wounds on his body when he was on the battlefield.

More importantly, the body is not tired, but the mind is tired too.

A tree lives a layer of bark, and a person lives a breath.

The breath he had been holding on to for so many years finally relaxed after seeing Fu Yunshen getting better and better and having other friends around him.

Once loose, there is no going back.

Mr. Fu is very sober.

At his age, he is already very old.

So it is very possible that one day he fell asleep and passed away.

Mr. Fu took the will and read it word for word for a long time. After confirming that there were no problems, he put the will back into the drawer and locked it with the key.

Then he got up and walked to the bookshelf next to the bed.

Just like many times before, Mr. Fu took down a photo frame from the shelf.

The photo frame of a couple in military uniforms, still gray and white, was obviously taken a long, long time ago.

The photo is well preserved, with no wrinkles at all, which shows how careful the person who saved it was.

"Yuehua." Mr. Fu wiped the photo frame and said to himself, "I haven't talked to you for a long time. I wonder if you will be angry."

After a pause, he smiled slightly: "I guess you won't be angry. You have been reincarnated for twenty years."

The woman in the photo didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

Mr. Fu rambled on to the photo for a long time, and as he talked, he fell asleep.

After putting the photo frame back, Mr. Fu lay down on the rocking chair again, closed his eyes and began to rest.

**

outside the door.

Fu Mingcheng stayed for a while and then left reluctantly.

He went downstairs.

Mrs. Fu is sitting in the living room, pruning the flower branches in the vase.

Seeing him coming down, he wiped his hands and stood up impatiently: "Mingcheng, what did the old man say? Do you agree? Has Yuxiangfang given it to you?"

"No." Fu Mingcheng was in a bad mood, "I didn't talk to dad at all. As soon as Uncle Zhong left, he fell asleep."

No matter how much he hoped that Mr. Fu would leave, he would not disturb Mr. Fu.

Mrs. Fu's expression paused and she shook her head: "I think the old man is either sleeping or trying to avoid you."

Yuxiangfang is currently developing new types of balms and perfumes.

Fu Mingcheng wants to take these new products to cooperate with Biman.

As the largest perfume company under the Venus Group, Biman is also one of the world's top luxury goods. Yuxiangfang is not the only one who wants this project.

There are also several families in the imperial capital that specialize in the field of perfume, and they want to compete with Yuxiangfang.

The advantage of Yuxiangfang lies in the secret formula of perfume, but in terms of overall strength, it cannot be compared with the families of Imperial Capital.

But Fu Mingcheng will not give up. He only needs to get all the shares of Yuxiangfang from Mr. Fu and immediately go to discuss the project with Biman.

But no matter how many times he mentioned it, Mr. Fu's attitude was always ambiguous, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Hearing Mrs. Fu's words, Fu Mingcheng's face darkened: "I know what the old man is thinking. He must want to give Yuxiangfang to Fu Yunshen, but he can't think about how a dude can support Yuxiangfang.

?"

"What will you do when you are defeated? That's Biman. Does he know what Biman represents?"

As for Fu Yunshen, he is obsessed with money every day and has never managed a company. He probably doesn't even know what Venus Group is.

Just as Mrs. Fu was about to open her mouth, she suddenly saw a man standing leaning against the door, looking at them with a half-smile.

She swallowed back all the words she said and smiled: "Yun Shen, you're back. Your grandpa is resting. Do you want something to eat?"

Fu Yunshen didn't say anything, didn't even look at Fu Mingcheng, and walked straight up the stairs.

Fu Mingcheng didn't get anything from Mr. Fu just now. Now that he saw Fu Yunshen, he felt even more bored: "You didn't even call me dad?"

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen slowly stopped.

He tilted his head, his peach blossom eyes curled up, and there was a distant smile in his light amber pupils: "I don't know whether you are my father or not?"

Fu Mingcheng's expression suddenly changed.

Mrs. Fu on the side was also suddenly stunned.

Before the two of them came to their senses, Fu Yunshen had already gone upstairs and ignored them.

After a long while, Mrs. Fu recovered her thoughts and opened her mouth: "Mingcheng, he, does he know something?"

"I don't know." Fu Mingcheng's face was still very serious. "The old man would not tell him that kind of thing. He was only two years old, what can he remember?"

"That's true." Mrs. Fu was startled, and then added, "The old man is so protective of him that he really won't tell him what happened twenty years ago, but how could he say that now?"

"It's just an imbalance in my heart." Fu Mingcheng said coldly, "He hasn't lived in the Fu family much since he was a child. When he comes back, he spends his time drinking and drinking, hanging out in the moonlight. It's useless. He still wants us to be nice to him? He's wishful thinking."

Mrs. Fu said nothing this time.

"It's not impossible." Fu Mingcheng pressed his temples, "If the old man really gave Yuxiangfang to him, I can also find a way to get Yuxiangfang back."

A dandy doesn't understand anything in business, he only needs to set up a few traps.

Yuxiangfang will belong to him sooner or later.

**

upstairs.

Fu Yunshen gently opened the bedroom door and walked in.

Mr. Fu was really asleep at this time, his breathing was light and inaudible, but very steady.

Fu Yun was afraid of disturbing him, so he didn't move Mr. Fu to the bed.

Instead, he picked up the blanket and covered him.

Then, Fu Yunshen sat beside the bed. He raised his hand and pressed Mr. Fu's wrist calmly.

He doesn't know much about medicine, but he only learned a little about pulse diagnosis when he went to the ancient medical field.

Fu Yun tried it deeply and found no problem.

He also saw that Mr. Fu was very sleepy and was a little worried.

However, this is indeed a common problem among many elderly people.

After Fu Yunshen tucked Mr. Fu into the quilt, he stood up and walked to the bookshelf.

"Grandma, don't worry." Fu Yunshen gently stroked the photo frame and smiled, "I will avenge you. You have to keep grandpa well."

He doesn't ask for anything, he just wants the people he cares about to live peacefully in this world.

enough.

**

And this time.

Imperial Capital.
To be continued...