Everyone looked at Fu Chenhan, but Fu Chenhan was still very cold. It seemed that there was nothing in this world that could move him, even the call of his biological grandmother.

But he still took a few steps forward, stood in front of the old lady's bed, looking down at her: "What."

Old Mrs. Fu opened her eyes with difficulty. The old man has been very arrogant all his life. Now he is about to blow the light and pull out the wax, but some fragility comes out from his turbid eyes. She quietly looked at Fu Chenhan and said, "It is said that people are about to die, and their words are good."

Chen Han, you and I have been disgusted with each other for most of my life. Grandma dared not say there is no place to be sorry for you, but..." Her lips trembled: "Whether you believe it or not, your mother's death has nothing to do with me."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was quiet.

Everyone was stunned.

Fu Chenhan and Fu Yishu's mother Wei Yu are almost taboos for the entire Fu family. The deceased mistress of the Fu family is a sad thing that the two young masters of the Fu family are unwilling to mention, and it is also a taboo that Old Mrs. Fu is so secretive.

Fu Chenhan had hardly talked about this with Mrs. Fu. Old Mrs. Fu dared not. She was afraid that Fu Chenhan would completely resign from the Fu family. Fu Chenhan disdained that the truth he wanted was always in his own hands, so he never needed other people's explanations to clarify.

But now, when Mrs. Fu is dying, she finally mentioned this matter.

There is only one thing that can be discussed between her and Fu Chenhan, the grandson.

Fu Chenhan still had no expression, cold and indifferent, just like an old man who had become so old that he was not as old as his relatives, and his voice was not soft at all: "That's all you want to say?"

He sneered: "If you really succeed, do you think I will let you go for so many years?"

"..." Old Mrs. Fu closed her eyes, as if she was a little accepting her fate, and murmured: "... When you were young, I knew that you were a child that I could not control. You had your own ideas since you were young, which is a good thing."

She looked at the ceiling, as if she had seen an old friend who had met again, and smiled: "I remember when Fu Mo came back with your mother for the first time, I actually had a good impression of your mother."

She sighed deeply, "It's just that she... can't stay in the Fu family."

After so many years, those memories faded like old photos, but she still remembered that day was a clear and breeze day. When Wei Yu was wearing a light green dress, she was taken into the house by Fu Mo. At that time, she actually liked Wei Yu very much.

Beautiful, dignified and generous, worthy of the position of the mistress of the Fu family.

It’s a pity... Old Mrs. Fu started to cough. She covered her heart, her eyes suddenly widened and said, “Chen Han, Yishu, I have been dreaming about your father and mother recently, and now I am finally going to see them.”

Fu Yishu has real feelings for his grandmother. After all, he has been raised by his grandmother since he was a child, and said hoarsely: "Grandma... don't say these."

Old Mrs. Fu shook her head: "It's really not possible this time."

She said slowly: "In my life, I have commented on my good and bad deeds. I don't regret many things, except..." She looked at Fu Chenhan deeply. Jiang Xiu didn't know how much false the true thoughts were. But when she looked at this haggard old man, her heart felt a little irresistible.

Old Mrs. Fu didn't say anything any more, just said, "I'm tired... I want to sleep for a while, so go out."

The whole room soon dispersed. Dou Zhenrui hesitated and didn't want to leave, but when she saw Fu Chenhan's cold face, she was startled and quickly took her son away.

Jiang Xiu and Fu Chenhan left the old lady's yard together. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse in the sky, and the breeze was blowing. It reminded Jiang Xiu of a day four years ago. At that time, the old lady suddenly fell ill and she rescued the person. After that, she also returned to Gantangyuan side by side with Fu Chenhan.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Fu Chenhan suddenly asked, "How much time does she have?"

Jiang Xiu was stunned for a moment, then said, "The doctor said it almost the same. I guess the old lady's expression will be within this week."

Fu Chenhan suddenly laughed and said, "Actually, when I stood there just now, I felt a little ridiculous when I looked at her."

Jiang Xiu looked up and asked, "Why?"

Fu Chenhan was silent for a while and finally said: "She doesn't like my mother. I look very similar to my mother, and she doesn't like me either."

When other people's children were the lifeblood of their grandparents when they were young, their grandmother got bored when they saw him, and seemed to want to solve him cleanly with one knife.

At that time, Fu Yishu was not born yet. Fu Mo was on a mission and Wei Yu was studying embroidery in the garden. He sat beside Wei Yu to read books. It was a rare quiet time in his childhood. He remembered that Mrs. Fu walked past them arrogantly and touched Wei Yu's embroidery shed, so he bent down to pick it up. But Mrs. Fu stepped on it. When the old lady looked down at the old lady, Fu Chenhan still remembered the malice in her eyes clearly.

Later, Fu Mo died, Wei Yu died, and Fu Chenhan and Fu Yishu became orphans.

But fortunately, Fu Yishu looks very much like Fu Mo. Old Mrs. Fu loves houses and is very good at Fu Yishu and is well educated by her side. However, Fu Chenhan's exquisite appearance is completely inherited from her mother. Old Mrs. Fu is bored when she looks at it. So many times, she locks Fu Chenhan in Gantangyuan and does not allow him to go out. Fu Yishu doesn't understand why, so Old Mrs. Fu said to him: "He is not your brother, he is a man-eating monster. Don't play with him in the future, he will kill you."

Fu Yishu didn't believe it. He often came to find Fu Chenhan secretly, but Fu Chenhan always looked cold and indifferent, and didn't seem to care much about this younger brother.

Later, Fu Chenhan became more and more prosperous, and Old Mrs. Fu could no longer control him. Even though Fu Chenhan did not have the identity of the head of the Fu family, he still had a world of his own and stood at the peak of power in the capital, the capital of desire. Even she had to avoid her sharpness and treat her carefully.

Fu Chenhan doesn't like to recall these past events.

But maybe it was the cool breeze that night, or maybe it was Mrs. Fu who was about to be silly, or... just wanted to say the grievance that had been buried deep in his heart to someone who would feel sorry for him and pity him.
Chapter completed!