Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

"I'll come right away!" Fu Zheng's heart tightened and he immediately responded.

"Don't let A Liang know about it first."

"I see."

Before leaving, Fu Zheng went back to the master bedroom again and said, "Ah Liang, there are still some tasks that need to be handed over at the company. I'll go over there."

"Go ahead, I have an aunt at home with me." Wen Liang didn't think much about it.

……

Fu Zheng rushed to the hospital, and the emergency room was still lit.

The old lady and the housekeeping aunt were sitting on chairs outside waiting.

"Grandma!" Fu Zheng walked quickly to the old lady, worried and anxious, "What's going on? Why did grandpa suddenly..."

The old lady sighed solemnly and said nothing.

The housekeeping aunt, on the other hand, glanced at Fu Zheng and said, "Miss Chu came here this morning, and I don't know what she said to the old man... Then the old man found out about the company, and suddenly..."

Fu Zheng pursed his lips, with a sharp flash in his eyes. He took a deep breath, walked to the fire escape, and dialed the phone, "Chu Siyi showed up at the Fu family's old house this morning. Find her as soon as possible!"

"Yes."

After ending the call, Fu Zheng returned to the waiting area, knelt down on one knee in front of the old lady, held her hand, looked up at her, his eyes were red, "Grandma, please blame me."

If he didn't take Chu Siyi back to China, Wen Liang wouldn't divorce him, and this wouldn't happen.

If he had sent Chu Siyi away early, this wouldn't have happened.

He is the culprit of these things.

"Good boy, get up quickly." The old lady immediately stretched out her hands to help him. "Grandma doesn't blame you. Grandma just didn't expect that your eldest brother..."

"Grandma!" Fu Yue rushed from the elevator entrance and asked anxiously, "How is grandpa?!"

The old lady shook her head, "Rescue inside..."

"Okay, how could Grandpa..."

The housekeeping aunt told Fu Yue what she had just said to Fu Zheng.

Hearing what Chu Siyi said when they met alone with the old man, Fu Yue's expression changed slightly, he turned his head away without leaving a trace, and slapped his face twice, "It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

The second aunt, cousin Fu Sheng, and Su Qingyun came one after another.

An hour later, the red light in the emergency room turned green. Dean Lin came out, took off his mask, looked around at everyone, shook his head, and sighed, "You go in and see me again."

The words were like a wake-up call, making Fu Zheng feel dizzy and his ears buzzing...

The old lady's vision went dark.

"grandmother!"

"grandmother!"

Fu Zheng Fu Yue, with quick eyesight and quick hands, supported the old lady.

The old lady took a breath, her eyes were red, and she braced herself, "Help me in."

The two helped the old lady into the emergency room.

On the operating table, the old man lay motionless, his eyes closed, his face gray and lifeless.

"grandfather--"

"dad--"

Fu Yue, Su Qingyun, Second Aunt, and Fu Sheng lay down on both sides of the operating table and couldn't help crying.

Fu Zheng stood two steps away from the operating table, looking at the old man's body from a distance.

In the shadow, his eyes were dark, obscure, and forbearing.

He knelt down on the spot, his face was calm and mournful, and he bent over and kowtowed three times.

"You all go out first and let me stay with the old man for a while." The old lady's voice suddenly became much older.

"Mom, you must take care of yourself." The second aunt cried.

"I know."

Fu Sheng stopped in front of Fu Zheng and helped him, "Second brother, go out first."

"Ah."

Fu Zheng stood up from the ground and walked out of the operating room without saying a word.

After arriving outside the operating room, Fu Sheng immediately contacted his second uncle who was on a business trip out of town.

Su Qingyun comforted Fu Yue, and Fu Yue began to instruct his secretary to contact the funeral home and close relatives who had visited him to prepare various funeral arrangements.

He hung up the phone, turned around, and saw Fu Zheng sitting alone on a chair, his eyes blank, looking ahead motionlessly, like a stone monument.

Fu Yue walked over and patted his shoulder gently, "Azheng."

Fu Zheng came back to his senses, looked at Fu Yue's worried eyes, and said hoarsely, "Brother, I'm fine."

It's just that I can't get enough strength for a while.

The old man is to Fu Zheng, just like Wen Yongkang is to Wen Liang.

He doesn't know who his mother is, and he doesn't remember what his father looks like.

Ever since he could remember, he had been staying with the old man.

It was the old man and the old lady who raised him. Although they were separated by a generation, they were more like his parents.

"A Liang, do you want to tell her?"

"Let's keep it a secret for now. Her fetus is unstable now, and I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it." Fu Zheng looked far away.

Although he knew that such a big thing could not be kept secret for long.

"Alright."

"Brother, second brother, a reporter is coming." Fu Sheng pointed not far away.

"Let the security guard stop them first, and I'll ask the bodyguard to come over." Fu Yue said.

The chairman of the Fu Group was admitted to the hospital in an emergency today, and the group president's personnel changes were also a big news for some media.

These days, there are quite a few media outlets that eat steamed buns made of human blood for the sake of traffic. Previously, when an actress was critically ill with cancer, a group of reporters squatted in front of her ward, just waiting for the moment the doctor announced her death to release the news.

However, there were too many reporters, and the security guards did not dare to stop them forcefully. It was a mess.

Someone rushed to the emergency room, looked around, and saw the camera pointed directly in front of Fu Zheng: "Hello, Mr. Fu, may I ask you..."

"Bam—"

The reporter looked at the shattered camera at his feet and then at Fu Zheng who stood up. He was stunned. The rest of the words were stuck in his throat and he forced himself to hold them back.

Fu Zheng clapped his hands, expressionlessly took out a business card from the inner pocket of his suit, and threw it lightly to the ground, "How much does it cost? Contact my secretary."

Fu Yue immediately came over, patted Fu Zheng on the shoulder, told him to calm down, and told the reporter, "I'm very sorry. Grandpa passed away. Our whole family is very sad. We can't be interviewed now. We can wait until the memorial service is over."

However, some reporters were unwilling to give in. They took a few photos in front of the emergency room from a distance and then turned around and published the news.

#It is reported that at 11:1 on November [-], Fu Yuanqing, chairman of Fu Group, died of illness in Dexing Hospital.

The accompanying picture is a photo in front of the emergency room. Fu Zhengran is sitting sadly on a chair at the door, with the surrounding background blurred.

Related topics introduce the life of the old man.

Perhaps, in the past, not many people paid attention to this news.

The recent revelations and subsequent interviews made more people know Fu Zheng, and more people paid attention to this news.

Although there will be discordant voices, most netizens still adhere to the attitude that the dead are the most important and light candles under the news: Have a good journey.

Someone else commented: Warm reminder, this is Grandpa Fu Zheng. Good luck to you, old man.

Not long after Fu Zheng left, Wen Liang felt a little uneasy and the pages of the book had not been turned for a long time.

She touched her belly, put down her book, and lay down on the bed.

After becoming pregnant, for the sake of her baby, Wen Liang rarely touched electronic devices, and put her mobile phone on the bedside table and rarely opened it.

She will only read it unless there is a message prompting her to do so.

But now, I suddenly received a strange MMS message.

Who still sends MMS messages these days?

Wen Liang opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and clicked on the MMS picture. It was a screenshot of the news.

Wen Liang suffered cardiac arrest.