The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 308: 297 The Truth, Dealing with the Fu Family【1 Update】

Two-year-olds generally have no memories, unless it’s something unforgettable.

Ying Zijin looked up, her gaze briefly pausing on the man standing in front of the gravestone.

No wonder, Fu Yunshen suffered from severe psychological barriers.

Not just any child, but even an adult would be deeply traumatized by such an event.

Witnessing the death of one’s own family members can cause wounds that are difficult to heal.

“So from that day on, he wouldn’t smile, nor would he speak,” Nie Yi said slowly. “Later, he told me that to prevent himself from forgetting, he would replay the scene in his mind every day.”

“He said the amount people can remember is limited, and if he wanted to take revenge, he couldn’t forget.”

“On his third birthday, due to Old Master Fu’s worsening illness, he was locked in a secret room by Fu Yichen, who was already nine years old at the time,” Nie Yi paused. “There were three poisonous snakes in that secret room. Three days later, he came out, the snakes were dead, but he was also seriously injured.”

At just three years old, the child had to learn how to fight with a knife in hand.

Ying Zijin’s eyes cooled, “Under Fu Mingcheng’s instructions?”

“Yes, after all, even Fu Yichen didn’t have the means to obtain poisonous snakes at that time,” Nie Yi fell silent for a moment, “So when Old Master Fu later discovered that he was so hurt that he couldn’t protect him within the Fu Family, he contacted Elder Mu and sent Yunshen to the capital.”

“I met him in the Ancient Martial World when he was just five years old, very small, and a newcomer to the Ancient Martial World. Many ancient martial artists looked down on him.”

Nie Yi had never spoken this much at one time and after a short pause, he continued, “Miss Ying might not be aware of the ways of the Ancient Martial World. There, only strength is respected, and even killing someone in a struggle is quite normal.”

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Ying Zijin nodded, “Yes, I understand.”

The Ancient Martial World had always been like that; it was similar to the Spirit Cultivation World she had always been in.

Where life-and-death battles took place, fists did the talking.

“He didn’t have any background in the Ancient Martial World; he had to rely on himself,” said Nie Yi. “Fortunately, his talent was exceptional. Even the recognized geniuses of the Lin Family could not compare to him.”

“At seven, he suffered a pierced lung and nearly died.”

“At nine, he was injured a mere inch from his heart during his training experience and was taken to the Ancient medical field by Elder Mu overnight.”

“At ten, a twenty-year-old ancient martial artist challenged him to a life-and-death duel.”

“At thirteen…”

Others spent their childhood under the care of their parents, while Fu Yunshen survived through life-and-death trials again and again.

Ying Zijin fell silent, her eyes shaking slightly, “No wonder.”

No wonder Fu Yunshen always carried that kind of ointment with him.

Because every minute and second of his childhood, he might have sustained fatal injuries, always hovering on the brink of death.

“At eighteen, he returned to the capital and a member of the direct lineage of the Meng Family said in front of him that he intended to dig up his mother’s grave,” Nie Yi said indifferently. “Then he rendered that direct lineage family member disabled, and to this day, that person is still lying in the hospital.”

“But by then, he already had enough strength that the Meng Family didn’t dare to provoke him; they could only swallow their resentment.”

Ying Zijin turned her head, “So his departure from Hua Country was actually a voluntary move?”

“Yes,” Nie Yi nodded slightly. “The Ancient Martial World was too small for him, it wasn’t suitable anymore.”

“As for how he became the Supreme Executive Commander of IBI and how he single-handedly established the Venus Group, I’m not clear, so I can’t inform Miss Ying about that.”

Ying Zijin continued to look in the direction of the gravestone, her eyes flickering, “There’s no need.”

Although she could not calculate Fu Yunshen’s past, present, or future,

after hearing what Nie Yi had said, she didn’t need to.

To have come this far from nothing, Fu Yunshen had experienced darkness and pain unimaginable to ordinary people.

Yet he did not become slowly consumed by bitterness; instead, he remained as gentle as ever.

“Miss Ying must have guessed it by now.” Nie Yi took out a photo and handed it over, “His biological mother is Old Master Fu’s daughter; in fact, he should call Old Master Fu his grandfather.”

“It’s just that to protect him, Old Master Fu had him recorded under the names of Mr. and Mrs. Fu Mingcheng.”

The group of people from twenty years ago was far more terrifying than the internal strife of the Fu Family.

Ying Zijin looked up and accepted the photo.

It was a group photo.

One of the people in it she recognized, it was Jiang Huaping.

Only the Jiang Huaping in the photo was much younger, about sixteen or seventeen.

Jiang Huaping was already beautiful, and the other girl in the photo was even more so.

On the right side of the photo, there was a line of poetry, written in regular script.

The silver candle’s autumn light cold against painted screens, a light gauze fan flutters among the fireflies.

This line of poetry contained the names of the two people in the photo.

Jiang Huaping.

Fu Liuying.

Two shining stars of Shanghai City, breathtakingly beautiful, perfect and glorious together.

“His mother left Shanghai City when she was twenty,” Nie Yi continued. “When she returned at twenty-four, she was already pregnant with him, but until now, even Old Master Fu does not know who his father is, nor does anyone know where Fu Liuying disappeared to during those four years.”

“Yunshen’s reason for leaving Hua Country also had to do with the fact that many foreigners were among that group of people at that time, but even after so many years, there is still no trace of them.”

“Having said so much, I have no other intentions,” Nie Yi’s voice was low. “Our words, he does not listen to, so we can only trouble Miss Ying.”

“Now, you are his only family.”

Ying Zijin held the photo tightly. Through Nie Yi’s narration, she learned of all the past events.

**

In the last century, the name Fu Liuying swept through Shanghai City, renowned and reverberating like thunder.

She was the number one socialite of that era, a true talented lady.

Not only the wealthy families of Shanghai, but also some major clans from the capital were seeking her hand.

Fu Liuying was very gifted in perfumery, possessing a strong sense of smell that could discern the quality and scent of various perfume essences.

Imperial Fragrance House was indeed a hundred-year-old industry of the Fu Family, but by the late twentieth century, it had declined significantly.

Because it only had traditional crafts, it could not withstand the onslaught of the new trends.

It was Fu Liuying, at the tender age of 15, who single-handedly revitalized Imperial Fragrance House, making it even more glorious than before.

With Fu Liuying present, Imperial Fragrance House was Hua Country’s premier fragrance enterprise.

However, she eventually left, and shortly after her return, she was murdered.

So from that day on, the name Fu Liuying became taboo.

Twenty years passed, and no one mentioned it.

As time went by, she was forgotten.

Later, when Ying Luwei grew up, the position of Shanghai’s number one socialite was passed on to someone else.

The Fu family never mentioned the name Fu Liuying again.

Mr. and Mrs. Fu Mingcheng hated Fu Liuying more than they could bear.

If it hadn’t been for the group from twenty years ago not intending to exterminate the entire Fu Family, they wouldn’t have survived.

But Fu Mingcheng knew in his heart that this matter had little to do with Fu Liuying.

As soon as she learned that those people were after her, she immediately went out.

In the end, she was murdered while protecting the Fu Family and Fu Yunshen.

To say that Imperial Fragrance House belonged to Fu Liuying is not an overstatement.

Without Fu Liuying, Imperial Fragrance House would have closed down long ago.

But Fu Liuying was already dead.

Dead people can’t dispute over things.

After the funeral of Old Master Fu, Fu Mingcheng took care of nothing else and returned to the Fu Family.

For him, the most important thing was to become a partner with Biman and take Imperial Fragrance House international.

What surprised him, though, was that after he drove Fu Yunshen out of the Fu Family in front of so many distinguished families in Shanghai City, Fu Yunshen didn’t say a word.

“Mingcheng, although you said those things, the will has been notarized,” Madam Fu frowned. “The person in charge of Imperial Fragrance House is still Fu Yunshen.”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Fu Mingcheng waved his hand. “Su Lianghui is coming over tomorrow, he has a way to make that kid willingly hand over Imperial Fragrance House.”

Madam Fu thought for a moment and then stopped asking questions.

With Old Master Fu gone, Fu Yunshen had hardly any status to begin with.

Moreover, with the Su Family’s pressure, Fu Yunshen indeed had no plan to counter it.

The friends he made were just some rich heirs, who had no real power.

Besides, after learning that Fu Yunshen was not a member of the Fu Family, those heirs couldn’t wait to trample on him, so how could they help him?

The reason Fu Mingcheng declared those words at the funeral was to isolate Fu Yunshen completely.

“I’m going to check the factory.” Fu Mingcheng put on his clothes. “The partnership with Biman must be secured.”

**

At seven in the evening.

Fu Yunshen had just left the cemetery.

As if remembering something, he paused, stopped, took out his phone, and made a call.

The call was quickly answered, a cautious word sounded, “Brother?”

The person on the other end was quite nervous.

Since Fu Yunshen returned to Shanghai City, he had personally made only two calls to him.

The first was to make a move against Jiang Corporation.

The second, to save Zhong Corporation.

All in all, it cost a lot of money.

Although they were not short of money, it was quite painful for him.

“The project to set up a branch in Hua Country can proceed now,” Fu Yunshen’s words were concise, his peach blossom eyes containing a coolness, “Shift the focus of the group here.”

Under Venus Group, those internationals luxury brands all had counters and physical stores in Hua Country.

But these luxury brands could not represent the whole of Venus Group.

In Hua Country, Venus Group had no branches.

There was a moment of silence on the other end before shock registered, “Brother, are you finally going to deal with the Fu Family?!”

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes lowered, a faint laugh emanated, “Yes, it’s time to make a move.”