The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: 285 Not a biological father [1 update]

Testator: Fu Yichang

Executor: He Quan

Fearing disputes among the heirs over property issues following my death, I, amidst serious illness, drafted this will on October 9, 2020, in Shanghai City, to dispose of my assets and rights as follows.

Below are many detailed clauses and provisions.

The most important asset of the Fu Family is Imperial Fragrance House, which Old Master Fu gave to Fu Yunshen, including 15% of the shares of Fu Corporation.

There are also the Fu Family’s real estate in the capital, worth more than ten billion in total, which he also gave to Fu Yunshen.

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If this will ultimately were presented to the Fu Family members, not to mention Fu Mingcheng, even the others would cause a great commotion.

Giving Imperial Fragrance House to Fu Yunshen is almost like handing over Fu Corporation as well.

He Quan is someone whom Old Master Fu trusts a great deal.

Three years ago, when he thought he was going to die, he also wrote a will and entrusted it to He Quan.

After his death, he believes He Quan will execute the will properly.

Recalling the words Old Master Zhong had shared with him earlier, Old Master Fu sighed.

No one knows the state of his health better than he does himself.

It’s not that there aren’t any problems, nor is there illness, but indeed he is gradually approaching the end.

He’s held on for twenty years, and even though the toxins in his body had been completely cleared, and after such long convalescence, he’d felt much lighter.

However, having poison in his marrow for twenty years, on top of the hidden injuries he sustained on the battlefield, took their toll.

What’s more important is that not only his body, but his heart was tired too.

Trees live as long as their bark is intact; people live as long as they can breathe.

That breath he had been holding on for so many years finally loosened after seeing Fu Yunshen getting better and better and having other friends by his side.

Once he let go, he could never go back.

Old Master Fu was very lucid.

At his age, he had already lived a long life.

So it was very likely that one day he would simply fall asleep and pass away.

Old Master Fu took out the will again and scrutinized it word by word for a long time. After confirming there were no issues, he placed the will back in the drawer and locked it with a key.

Then he stood up and walked over to the bookshelf beside the bed.

Just like many times before, Old Master Fu took a picture frame from the shelf.

The frame contained a black and white photo of a military couple, clearly taken a long time ago.

The photo was well preserved without even a crease, evidence of the meticulous care of the keeper.

“Yuehua,” Old Master Fu murmured as he wiped the frame, “It’s been a long time since we’ve talked; I wonder if you’d be angry.”

He paused, then slightly smiled, “But I guess you wouldn’t be; it’s been twenty years, you must have been reincarnated by now.”

The woman in the photo remained silent, just quietly looking at him.

Old Master Fu continued to ramble to the photo for a long while until he finally felt sleepy.

After putting the frame back, Old Master Fu lay back down in the rocking chair and closed his eyes to rest.

**

Outside the door.

Fu Mingcheng lingered for a while before leaving reluctantly.

He went downstairs.

Madam Fu sat in the living room, prunning the branches in the vase.

Upon seeing him descend, she wiped her hands and stood up eagerly, “Mingcheng, what did the old master say? Did he agree to give you Imperial Fragrance House?”

“No,” Fu Mingcheng was in a poor mood. “I didn’t even get to speak to dad. Right after Uncle Zhong left, he fell asleep.”

No matter how much he wished for Old Master Fu to pass, he wouldn’t disturb him.

Madam Fu’s expression faltered, and she shook her head, “I think the old master isn’t just sleeping; he’s avoiding you.”

Imperial Fragrance House has recently been developing new types of fragrance creams and perfumes.

Fu Mingcheng wanted to take these new products to collaborate with Biman.

As Biman is Venus Group’s largest perfume company and one of the top luxury brands globally, Imperial Fragrance House wasn’t the only one wanting the project.

Several families specializing in perfume in the capital were competing with Imperial Fragrance House.

While Imperial Fragrance House had the advantage of secret perfume formulas, in terms of overall strength, they couldn’t compare with those capital families.

But Fu Mingcheng wouldn’t give up. He only needed to get all the shares of Imperial Fragrance House from Old Master Fu and would immediately go talk to Biman about the project.

However, no matter how many times he brought it up, Old Master Fu’s attitude was always equivocal, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Hearing what Madam Fu said, Fu Mingcheng’s face darkened, “I know what the old man is thinking; he definitely wants to give Imperial Fragrance House to Fu Yunshen. But can’t he consider that a profligate can’t keep Imperial Fragrance House afloat? What will we do if it goes bankrupt? It’s Biman we’re talking about; does he realize what Biman represents?”

Fu Yunshen, all day living in debauchery, had never managed a company and probably didn’t even know what Venus Group was.

Just as Madam Fu was about to speak, she suddenly noticed a man leaning against the door, looking at them with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

She swallowed back her words and even offered a smile, “Yunshen, you’re back. Your grandfather is resting; do you want to eat something?”