The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Exposed past! [3 updates]

The sound approached from afar, startling Fu Mingcheng so much that he nearly fell.

He looked up abruptly to see an elderly man in a black Tang suit walking slowly toward him, his every step steady and brisk.

Fu Mingcheng did not recognize Mu Heqing.

With his status, he had no way to make contact with the Mu family.

After all, even placed in the capital city, the Fu family was merely on the same level as the Su family.

And they were too far removed from the Mu family’s top-tier circle.

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But that did not prevent Fu Mingcheng from guessing the identity of the elderly man in the Tang suit. He immediately clenched the document in his hand and ventured, “May I ask, sir, you are…”

Mu Heqing glanced at him and did not speak.

Next to him, Mu Cheng stepped forward, his tone cool and detached, “The old man’s surname is Mu.”

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

The Mu family, Mu Heqing, a name that thundered through their ears.

Such a figure had actually come from the capital city to the Fu family’s doorstep to pay respects to Old Master Fu so quickly.

The other three great wealthy families hadn’t even sent anyone yet.

Fu Mingcheng instantly broke out into a cold sweat, “So it’s Elder Mu who graces us with his presence, my family is honored. It’s a regret that we did not greet you from afar.”

“You don’t need to greet me,” Mu Heqing said indifferently, “First kneel, kneel for three days and three nights, then talk nonsense.”

Fu Mingcheng was stunned, “Elder Mu, you…”

But Mu Heqing ignored him and turned his head, “Mu Cheng.”

“Yes, my lord,” Mu Cheng nodded, stepped forward, and directly pressed down on Fu Mingcheng’s shoulders, forcing him to kneel before Old Master Fu’s coffin.

Mu Cheng was not an ancient martial artist, but he had received martial training, naturally something Fu Mingcheng could not compare with.

With a ‘bang’, Fu Mingcheng knelt on the ground, his gaze directly meeting the black and white photograph of Old Master Fu in the mourning hall. His heart skipped a beat, feeling a bit daunted to look straight at it.

He gritted his teeth, “What do you mean by this, Elder Mu?”

After Mu Heqing had lit three sticks of incense, he turned around, “I dislike it when the descendants of Yichang are undutiful and so aggressively domineering.”

His gaze swept sharply over each person, including Fu Yichen, Madam Fu, and Third Master Fu, cutting like a knife.

Fu Yichen truly was nothing but indolence and laziness; unable to withstand such scrutiny, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.

“Yunshen, you don’t move yet,” Mu Heqing walked slowly behind Fu Yunshen. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he spoke softly, “Wait until your grandfather has been laid to rest completely before you act otherwise, it wouldn’t be good. I will act on your behalf.”

After all, not even a full day had gone by, to say nothing of the seventh day after death.

The older generation also paid close attention to staying with the deceased and funeral rituals; such things must not be disrupted to disturb the spirits of the departed.

Mu Heqing was even very clear that what mattered most to Fu Yunshen right now was to send off Old Master Fu with a peaceful heart.

He would not let his hands be stained with blood in front of Old Master Fu’s coffin.

But afterward—

Mu Heqing shook his head.

Once Old Master Fu was gone, who could possibly keep this young man in check?

He had held back his sharp edge and was willing to stay in Shanghai City, because the people he cared for most were here.

Fu Yunshen said nothing and knelt down again, quietly watching over the coffin.

“Elder Mu,” Fu Mingcheng, still controlled by Mu Cheng and with an unsightly expression, protested, “This is the Fu family’s internal affair. Even if you were my father’s superior before, you don’t have the right to meddle, right?”

“Oh? How could this be meddling?” Before Mu Heqing could reply, another voice came from outside, “This is an elder disciplining a junior. Mu Heqing is a renowned figure—if not you, even I could be scolded by him. What, has he not got that right?”

Another elderly man, also dressed in black clothes.

It was unexpected to Mu Heqing, “Yunjian, you’re here too?”

The Nie family truly had no connection to the Fu family.

“To offer condolences,” Old Master Nie did not say much and stepped forward to light incense, “I wanted to see you instructing them.”

Mu Heqing: “…”

After that, no one in the mourning hall dared to speak; they hardly dared to breathe.

Nie Yunjian!

This name, although not as eminent as Mu Heqing’s, was still well known within the circle of wealthy families—no one would be unaware of it.

Today, the leaders of the two top families in the capital city had unexpectedly gathered here in Shanghai City.

Fu Mingcheng did not dare to speak anymore, kneeling unwillingly and enduring the humiliation.

As time passed, more and more visitors came to the mourning hall to pay their respects.

The Zhong family sent the most people, followed by the Jiang family. The Ying family only sent a board director, as the Ying family had no relationship with the Fu family after all.

Zhong Manhua, who was not acquainted with Old Master Fu naturally did not go to pay her respects at the mourning hall. However, she did sigh, “It’s true that when people grow old, accidents happen more often, and they can be gone in an instant. Life really is unpredictable.”