At the same time, the Nie family.

Mr. Nie was reading the newspaper on the sofa when he heard the door knock and looked up.

This was a surprise.

Nie Yi is wearing a black suit, his body is like a jade tree, and he is as tall and straight as the wind.

"Hey?" Mr. Nie pushed up his reading glasses, "Unfilial son, why are you back?"

Since Nie Yi joined the Yizi team, he also quit the Nie family.

Even Mr. Nie would not see him once in eight hundred years.

"Yunshen's grandfather has gone." Nie Yi frowned, having long been accustomed to this title, "I'll come back to pack my things and go to Shanghai."

Mr. Fu recovered suddenly from his illness, and his departure also happened suddenly.

Nie Yi nodded slightly, packed up his things as quickly as possible, and opened the door.

"Wait!" Mr. Nie stood up with a serious look on his face, "I'll go with you."

In fact, Mr. Nie has never been in contact with the Fu family, and he doesn't know Mr. Fu either.

But because of Nie Yi, he knew Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen and Nie Yi are brothers. As Nie Yi's grandfather, he cannot just sit idly by and ignore everything.

Nie Yi paused: "Okay."

This time, Shanghai was really in chaos.

**

The funeral affairs were handled quickly, and the Fu family also had many hands.

In the afternoon, Mr. Fu had already been sent to the mourning hall.

The Fu family has a special mourning hall. In the past, when an elder passed away, the younger generation would keep vigil here for five days.

The coffin was prepared more than three years ago and is made of fine rosewood.

Except for a few households that had been separated long ago, everyone in the Fu family rushed back, but basically they felt nothing.

"Brother, where is the will?" Mr. Fu glanced at the huge coffin and walked quietly to Fu Mingcheng, "Who did dad give Yuxiangfang to?"

In fact, that's what he asked. He just wanted more shares and real estate, and Yuxiangfang would not fall on him anyway.

Fu Mingcheng's face darkened, he didn't speak, he just looked at the man kneeling in front of the coffin.

Mr. Fu followed his gaze and his expression changed: "Is it really for this kid?"

Is Fu Yunshen worthy of Yuxiangfang?

"I've been kneeling for six hours." Fu Yichen snorted coldly, "Grandpa is gone, who can I show him to?"

Although there is a vigil, there are not as many rules as before, and there is no need to kneel.

But after Fu Yunshen sent Mr. Fu into the mourning hall, he knelt here until now.

Fu Yihan's voice turned cold: "Fu Yichen."

Fu Yichen shrank his neck and immediately stopped talking.

He is not afraid of Fu Mingcheng, but what he is most afraid of is his eldest brother.

Fu Yihan walked over and squatted down next to Fu Yunshen.

He took out an envelope from his arms, moved his lips, and then said: "Yunshen, grandpa... Grandpa, he gave you a letter."

Fu Mingcheng found this letter in a locked drawer. When he saw that it was for Fu Yunshen, Fu Mingcheng was about to tear it up, but Fu Yihan stopped him.

After hearing this, Fu Yunshen raised his eyes.

The wind blew open the skirt of his black clothes, but he didn't seem to feel any cold, and his body seemed to be completely numb.

His handsome face was as pale as ever before, and his peach-blossom eyes, which had always been charming and smiling, were as silent as a cold pool, without any fluctuation.

Fu Yihan couldn't help but be surprised and felt cold in his heart.

He had never seen such emotions in Fu Yunshen.

In my impression, his brother is always smiling, even if a knife cuts him, he can still smile.

For a moment, Fu Yihan even felt that the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a soulless skeleton.

Fu Yunshen didn't say anything. He knelt in front of the coffin, raised his slender fingers, and slowly opened the letter.

Fu Yihan quickly stood up and avoided it.

Mr. Fu wrote a letter specifically to Fu Yunshen, presumably because he did not want others to see it.

Fu Yun lowered his head deeply.

Mr. Fu's handwriting is very regular and neat, just like his military style.

He looked very slowly.

Xiaoqi, when you read this letter, grandpa has already gone to find your grandma and mother.

Don't be sad, birth, old age, illness and death are common things in this world.

Grandpa is very happy to live to this age.

As early as ten years ago, all my old comrades-in-arms were gone one by one, and I was ready for a day like this.

Grandpa has traveled all over the world and killed many people in his life. I have nothing to regret, but I can’t worry about you the most.

In fact, grandpa knows that you are very powerful. Grandpa is useless and can't give you the best. It's really good that you can go from being defenseless to where you are today step by step.

You have enough capital to protect yourself, even the Fu family can't match it, but Yuxiangfang is yours, so don't refuse.

You have a knot in your heart and it is difficult to open your heart, but grandpa can see it. You now have another spiritual support, and grandpa is relieved.

Xiaoqi, you will always be grandpa’s pride, and grandpa is proud of you.

For Grandpa, death is the beginning of another grand adventure. You must remember that Grandpa is always watching you in the sky.

Fu Yichang's last work.

Recorded on 2020.11.2

Fu Yunshen read this letter for half an hour.

He didn't cry, and his expression didn't even change. He still knelt quietly in front of the coffin, his eyes silent.

After a long period of time, Fu Yunshen took action.

His eyelashes lowered and his lips moved silently.

Of course he can hide it from many people.

But as the person closest to him, how could Mr. Fu hide it?

Mr. Fu didn't say anything and pretended to be confused, because Mr. Fu also knew that if these things were exposed, the group of people from twenty years ago would come back again.

Mr. Fu was worried that he wouldn't be able to deal with that group of people, so he tried his best to protect him.

So now, his only relative in this world is gone.

Nothing is left.

Ying Zijin also squatted down. She never knew how to comfort others.

He just raised his hand and put it on his shoulder.

Fu Yunshen's shoulders moved and he turned his head slightly: "Yaoyao, I'm fine."

After a pause, he seemed to be telling her or trying to convince himself. He repeated it again and smiled: "I'm fine."

But his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his face became paler.

Ying Zijin fell silent.

Mr. Fu asked her not to tell Fu Yunshen because he didn't want Fu Yunshen to watch him leave.

It's so cruel to watch the people closest to you dying step by step.

She got up again and walked out.

Mr. Fu told her to watch Fu Yunshen eat. This was not what Mr. Fu wanted to see.

Fu Mingcheng stepped forward and lit three sticks of incense towards the mourning hall. After bowing, his eyes fell on Fu Yunshen again.

Without any hesitation, he walked over and stood in front of Mr. Fu's coffin, condescendingly.

"Fu Yunshen, your grandfather has passed away. He also wrote a will long ago and left Yuxiangfang to you, but you know very well that you don't have the ability to take over."

"If you don't want the Fu Group to decline in your hands, transfer Yuxiangfang to me now. No matter what, I guarantee that you will have no worries about food and clothing in the future. How about that?"

Fu Yunshen raised his head, his light amber pupils were cold and murderous: "Get out."

He has never touched Fu Mingcheng, also because Mr. Fu hopes that his descendants will be harmonious.

He followed Mr. Fu's wishes.
To be continued...