The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 308

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.”

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“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.”

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.”