The sound came from far away, and Fu Mingcheng almost fell down in shock.

He suddenly looked up and saw an old man wearing a black Tang suit walking slowly, with steady and windy steps.

Fu Mingcheng did not know Mu Heqing.

With his status, he has no access to the Mu family.

After all, the Fu family is placed in the imperial capital, which is a family on the same level as the Su family.

It's too far away from the top circle of the Mu family.

But this did not prevent Fu Mingcheng from guessing the identity of the old man in Tang suit. He immediately tightened his grip on the document in his hand and said tentatively: "May I ask, sir, are you..."

Mu Heqing glanced at him and said nothing.

On the side, Mu Cheng stepped forward and said coldly, "My surname is Mu."

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

The Mu family, Mu Heqing, is like thunder piercing the ears.

Such a person would come from the imperial capital so quickly to express condolences to Mr. Fu.

None of the other three wealthy families have come yet.

Fu Mingcheng broke into a cold sweat in an instant: "It turns out that Boss Mu is here, and the Fu family is so brilliant. It's really a long way to go."

"There's no need for you to greet me." Mu Heqing said calmly, "Kneel down first. Kneel down for three days and three nights before talking nonsense."

Fu Mingcheng was stunned: "Mr. Mu, you..."

Mu Heqing ignored him and turned around: "Mu Cheng."

"Yes, Master." Mu Cheng nodded, stepped forward, pressed Fu Mingcheng's shoulders, and forced him to kneel down in front of Mr. Fu's coffin.

Mu Cheng is not an ancient martial artist, but he is also a practitioner, so naturally he is not comparable to Fu Mingcheng.

With a "bang", Fu Mingcheng knelt on the ground, looking directly at the black and white photo of Mr. Fu on the mourning hall. His heart skipped a beat and he was a little afraid to look directly at it.

He gritted his teeth: "Mr. Mu, what do you mean?"

Mu Heqing burned three sticks of incense before turning around and said, "I can't bear to see Yichang's descendants being unfilial and being so aggressive."

His eyes swept over Fu Yichen, Mrs. Fu, Third Master Fu and others one by one, as sharp as a knife.

Fu Yicai was really lazy and couldn't bear the gaze. His legs went weak and he collapsed on the ground.

"Yunshen, don't move yet." Mu Heqing slowly walked behind Fu Yunshen, put a hand on his shoulder, and whispered, "Wait until your grandfather is completely stable, otherwise it will not be easy."

Okay, I'll do it for you."

Now we don’t even have one day, let alone the first seven days.

The older generation also pays attention to wakes and funerals, which must not be destroyed or disturb the deceased.

Mu Heqing even knew very well that the most important thing to Fu Yunshen right now was to send Mr. Fu away safely.

He will not let his hands be stained with blood again in front of Mr. Fu's coffin.

But then——

Mu Heqing shook his head.

Now that Mr. Fu is gone, who else can suppress this kid?

He put aside his sharp edge and was willing to stay in Shanghai because the people closest to him were here.

Fu Yunshen said nothing, knelt down again, and looked at the coffin quietly.

"Old Mu." Fu Mingcheng was controlled by Mu Cheng, with an ugly expression, "This is a family matter of the Fu family. Even if you are my father's former boss, you are not qualified to interfere, right?"

"Oh? How can this be called interfering?" Before Mu Heqing could say anything, another voice came from outside, "This is an elder teaching a junior. He, Mu Heqing, is a great hero. Let alone you, he can even point me out.

You are scolding with your nose, why, you are not qualified yet?"

He is still an old man, also wearing black clothes.

Mu Heqing was surprised: "Yun Jian, why are you here too?"

The Nie family really has nothing to do with the Fu family.

"Condolences." Mr. Nie didn't say anything. He stepped forward to offer incense and said, "Let's see you teach others a lesson."

Mu Heqing: "..."

At this moment, no one in the mourning hall dared to speak, and no one dared to express their anger.

Nie Yun admonishes!

Although this name is not as loud as Mu Heqing, since he is in a wealthy family, it is inevitable that he will know it.

The leaders of the two top families in the imperial capital gathered in Shanghai today.

Fu Mingcheng didn't dare to speak anymore. He endured the humiliation and knelt there unwillingly.

As time went by, more and more guests came to the mourning hall to express their condolences.

The Zhong family had the most people here, followed by the Jiang family. The Ying family only sent one company director. After all, the Ying family had nothing to do with the Fu family.

Zhong Manhua was not familiar with Mr. Fu, so naturally he would not go to the mourning hall to express his condolences, but he still sighed: "You said that this man is old, but he has many accidents and leaves as soon as he wants. It is really unpredictable."

Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips: "Mom, actually it will be beneficial to our family if Mr. Fu leaves like this."

"It's beneficial?" Zhong Manhua was stunned, "How do you say it?"

"Didn't you say it? It's because Master Fu Qi is here that my sister can leave home willfully." Ying Yuexuan analyzed rationally, "But now that Mr. Fu is gone, Master Fu Qi's status has also plummeted."

"He can't even protect himself in the Fu family. How can he have the energy to take care of his sister?"

Zhong Manhua quickly reacted: "Yes, in this case, your sister will have no choice but to come home."

Without Fu Yun's deep support, how could Ying Zijin be so willful?

"The funeral is in five days." Zhong Manhua thought for a while, "I will go and bring your sister back then."

Ying Yuexuan nodded: "Mom, I'll go with you."

**

The funeral is scheduled for November 9th.

This time many people came, and the four wealthy families gathered together.

Mu Heqing and Mr. Nie had to leave after attending the funeral because they had other matters in the imperial capital.

After Mr. Fu was buried in the cemetery, Fu Mingcheng finally felt relieved.

He turned around, gave Fu Yun a cold look, and then spoke: "It just so happens that everyone is here. I also want to announce something."

Hearing this sentence, the guests who were about to disperse were startled, and when they looked back, they were all a little confused.

As soon as Mr. Fu left, the head of the Fu family naturally fell on Fu Mingcheng's head.

Is it possible that the Fu family is going to make another big move?

Mu Heqing and Mr. Nie have left, and no one will interfere with the Fu family's affairs.

Now, Fu Mingcheng has finally spoken out about the phone call he had been holding back for more than 20 years.

He just felt very happy, and his mood had never been so relaxed.

"Fu Yunshen is not the son of my wife and I. He is not a member of the Fu family and is not qualified to inherit any property of the Fu family." Fu Mingcheng's voice was cold, "Please bear witness to me, Fu Mingcheng. Now, I will transfer Fu

Yunshen drives out the Fu family, and he will have nothing to do with the Fu family in the future!"

These sonorous and powerful words were like thunder, exploding in the crowd.

Everyone was in an uproar.

Fu Yunshen is not Fu Mingcheng’s son?!

Could it be someone's illegitimate child?

An illegitimate child has no status in a wealthy family.

"Dad, you're crazy!" Fu Yihan was shocked, "How come Yunshen is no longer our Fu family? He clearly -"

"Shut up!" Fu Mingcheng scolded, "If I say no, he is not."

Jiang Moyuan's eyes were a little darker.

He originally thought that Fu Yunshen was missing a backer.

As a result, it seems now that Fu Yunshen is not even a member of the Fu family, so he really has no right to argue with him.

He turned his gaze and landed on the girl in the distance, frowning slightly.

The funeral has just ended now, which is not a suitable opportunity, but there will be more time in the future.

Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips, turned and left.

When Ying Zijin heard this, her eyes narrowed slightly. She raised her hand and grabbed Fu Yunshen's shoulder: 'You——"

"Yaoyao, it's okay." Fu Yunshen tilted his head slightly. He leaned down and gently rubbed her head as usual, his lips slightly curved, "Just leave me alone for a while."
To be continued...