After I divorced Slag Gong, I became a sea king [Rebirth]

The light was only for a moment, but it was enough to make Han Shicheng's heart ache.

"Inheritance."

Seeing that Han Shicheng was motionless, Han Jin urged: "It's time for us to leave."

Han Shicheng turned around and met Fu Chengliang's eyes.

The inherent oppressiveness in the alpha gene caused sparks to sparkle in this brief staggered moment. Han Shicheng withdrew his gaze, glanced at Ling Xuan behind him, and left the mourning hall with Han Jin.

There were still many people in front of the mourning hall. At noon, Zhao Pingan held a funeral banquet at a hotel not far away, but Han Jin did not intend to stay.

"Let's go."

Han Shicheng said: "You go back first, I will wait for someone."

Seeing that Han Shicheng's attention had not left the mourning hall, Han Jin couldn't help sighing.

"Today, someone else's family has white affairs, and your son and daughter's affection will be collected first."

Han Shicheng said: "Ling Xuan's body doesn't seem to be feeling well."

Han Jin said: "There is a new funeral at home, and I guess I will be keeping vigil these days. If you feel unwell, you don't have to worry too much. His parents are by his side."

Han Shicheng couldn't persuade him at all.

"I'll take a look at him, so rest assured."

He walked to a place with few people and leaned against the pillar to wait for Ling Xuan.

Ever since he woke up in the hospital, Han Shicheng has been waiting for this day. He has recuperated in the hospital for more than half a month, but he can't remember what happened in the past year. His last memory is the collapse on the day of Ling Xuan's birthday party. The flower wall, and then, is the thing that wakes up in the hospital.

From his parents, Han Shicheng knew a lot of things that happened in the past year, such as his own amnesia for a year, and for example, the Zhao family and Fu Chengliang hooked up, and the two wanted to cooperate in the development of the Shuiqian Wetland, as well as the size of various businesses. thing.

There was only one thing he cared about most.

"What about Ling Xuan?"

Mother Han asked, "What did you ask Ling Xuan for?"

Han Shicheng asked: "Didn't I have any interaction with Ling Xuan in more than a year?"

Mother Han said: "What kind of intersection can there be? He is busy with his work, and you are also busy with your work. What do you want to have an intersection with?"

Han Shicheng didn't believe it, but felt a little believable.

Ling Xuan is in the rising stage of his career, and he doesn't think about love at all, not to mention that he is not on Ling Xuan's matching list. If Ling Xuan wants to fall in love, how can it be with himself.

After all, he has hurt Ling Xuan so many times, Ling Xuan will not forgive him.

Sometimes when Han Shicheng thinks about it, he wished he could live another life.

But he knew that God would not love him again.

After being discharged from the hospital, Han Shicheng went to the underground vault of the Central Bank. His exclusive butler told him that Ling Xuan had taken away the gift he had put in it before. Han Shicheng went to check the real estate transaction records. The Little House has already been transferred to Ling Xuan, but a certain amount of money has also been transferred to the account at the same time, and the transferer is Bosi Ren.

The transaction was handled personally, and the amount was not large. Han Shicheng, who was losing his memory at the time, did not realize that there was anything wrong.

At this point, it seemed that all contact between him and Ling Xuan had been cut off, and his various contact methods were also blocked. Afterwards, he got the contact information of Ling Xuan's assistant, but he always had no chance to see Ling Xuan.

Until today at Zhao Yonghong's funeral, Han Shicheng finally got the person he was thinking of.

He doesn't want to miss a moment.

"Thank you Mr. Fu for sending my old man on his last journey. My old man's greatest wish was to develop the Shuiqian Wetland project with Mr. Fu. Unfortunately, the world is unpredictable. Now we can only entrust this wish to future generations."

Compared with the greetings with Han Shicheng and his son just now, Yao Chun was obviously more enthusiastic when facing Fu Chengliang. She first thanked Fu Chengliang from the bottom of her heart for his condolences, and then asked Zhao Ji and Zhao Pingan to come out to thank Fu Chengliang.

"It's really troublesome to Mr. Fu. I will ask Mr. Fu to take care of me in the future."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Fu Chengliang didn't seem to like it very much. He said "sorry" politely, shook hands with Yao Chun, passed Yao Chun's family, and looked at Ling Xuan behind them.

Ling Xuan was very beautiful today, he was as quiet as the white flower on his chest, although he didn't say a word, he instantly attracted Fu Chengliang's attention.

Fu Chengliang strode over.

"Condolences."

He shook hands with Zhao Pingping and his wife, then turned to Ling Xuan.

"Condolences."

Ling Xuan raised his hand and held Fu Chengliang's hand. This was the first time Fu Chengliang touched Ling Xuan's body.

It was different from what I imagined, Ling Xuan's hands were a little cold.

The weather is good today, even in the mourning hall, the hands will not be so cold.

Fu Chengliang looked at Ling Xuan's face again, his face was a little pale, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was morbidly tired.

"Aren't you feeling well?"

Fu Chengliang asked.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu, for your concern. I'm fine."

Today's physical discomfort was not in Ling Xuan's plan, but since Fu Chengliang's attention had been drawn, he proceeded smoothly.

Fu Chengliang said with concern: "Pay attention to your body, if you are really uncomfortable, go to rest first."

Ling Xuan said politely, "Thank you."

Fu Chengliang walked out of the mourning hall, before the next guest arrived, Ling Xuan turned around and asked Yao Chun, "Can I go to rest?"

Fu Chengliang hadn't gone far, so Yao Chun naturally refused to let Ling Xuan go.

Ever since Ling Xuan walked into the hospital that day, she had been on guard against Ling Xuan all the time, but she was a little uncertain about Ling Xuan's thoughts.

In Yao Chun's heart, Ling Xuan was too quiet. When Zhao Yonghong abolished his will, he did not move. After his death, he never made any moves to compete with Zhao Ji for the family property. She always felt that Ling Xuan was going to make a big move, so The names of Ling Xuan and Zhao Pingping were not written on the family area on purpose today.

Ling Xuan endured again.

Until Fu Chengliang walked in.

Oh, want to climb high branches?Still pretending to be sick?

Yao Chun said: "Today is the last time to accompany your grandfather. You are usually so active in filming and participating in activities. Are you tired of standing for a while today?"

Zhao Pingping couldn't stand it anymore: "You know that today you want us to spend more time with dad? What about before that? Why don't you let me and Ling Xuan go to see my dad?"

Yao Chun hates Zhao Pingping more than Ling Xuan: "If you still have filial piety, be quiet."

Ling Xuan pointed to the names of the family members.

"When grandpa was hospitalized, you didn't allow us to visit him as a filial piety, and after he passed away, you didn't leave us a place as a family member, or do you think that only those with the surname Zhao are allowed?"

"Then you are not qualified, Ms. Yao." Ling Xuan said, "When my mother was the eldest lady of the Zhao family, you were just my grandfather's mistress, so what right do you have to point fingers at my mother here? "

"Ling Xuan, do you really want to make trouble?"

Yao Chun was immediately annoyed, and Zhao Ping'an also started to jump.

"Ling Xuan, have you ever offended an elder like this?"

He is about the same age as Zhao Pingping. In the past, he was often discriminated against because of his status as an illegitimate child. Later, Zhao Pingping's mother passed away, and Yao Chun came to power smoothly, and then he gradually led a normal life. However, the matter of his birth still made him worry about it. , especially when Yao Chun told him later that Zhao Yonghong was not his biological father, Zhao Pingan cared more about it.

The noise quickly attracted the attention of other people in the mourning hall, and Fu Chengliang who had just walked to the entrance of the mourning hall also turned around.

Yao Chun knows how to engage in interpersonal relationships, and Zhao Ji is the heir in Zhao Yonghong's will, so Zhao Yonghong's other offshoot relatives naturally want to turn to Yao Chun's family.

"It's just that the name is not written on it, but it is added, why make such an ugly mess."

"Today is Yonghong's funeral, everyone should be calm."

"Ling Xuan, we are all a family, so don't hurt others too much."

Yao Chun felt wronged, she poured out her dissatisfaction over the years with red eyes, Ling Xuan quietly watched her act.

After a while, Fu Chengliang's voice came from outside the crowd.

"what happened?"

The crowd automatically parted ways, and Fu Chengliang walked over.

He is an outsider, but now, any relatives who have a little relationship with Zhao Yonghong dare not say anything in front of Fu Chengliang.

The entire wealth of the Yonghong Group was on Fu Chengliang's body. Whether it was life or death was a matter of Fu Chengliang's words.

Ling Xuan said calmly: "It's nothing, I'm not feeling well, I want to rest, it's just that some people don't want to."

"Don't let me and my parents' names be written on the family area, and use the status of elders to suppress me." Ling Xuan glanced over the name of the family area, and finally fell on Fu Chengliang, "Mr. Fu, you How do you think this problem can be solved?"

Fu Chengliang looked at Yao Chun.

Yao Chun wiped away his tears: "It's the negligence of those who took over the funeral. We preside over the funeral. They probably think it's just these family members."

"Is that so?" Fu Chengliang obviously didn't believe it. "Is it difficult to add a name? Why didn't you add it after you found out?"

Yao Chun didn't speak.

Fu Chengliang said again: "Bring your name, I will take Ling Xuan to rest, and I will contact you if there is something else."

Ling Xuan settled his parents down, and then left the mourning hall with Fu Chengliang.

As soon as Han Shicheng heard the movement in the mourning hall, he was about to go to see what was going on, when he saw Ling Xuan walking out of the mourning hall, with Fu Chengliang following behind him.

"Did you catch a cold because you wore too little?"

Fu Chengliang took off his suit and put it on Ling Xuan.

"Thank you."

Ling Xuan tightened his suit, he had a headache from the sandalwood scent in the mourning hall, walked out of the mourning hall, and finally breathed fresh air.

"Come on, I'll take you to the lounge."

"Ah."

The two walked towards the lounge together, and passed by Han Shicheng who was standing still.

Ling Xuan talked with Fu Chengliang as if he hadn't seen Han Shicheng, and Han Shicheng didn't come back to his senses until the two walked away.

He turned around to follow, but Han Jin stopped him.

"where are you going?"

Han Shicheng said coldly, "I'll go and see Ling Xuan."

"Someone is with him, don't you see?"

As soon as his son encountered relationship problems, he became dispirited, and Han Jin couldn't help but scolded him.

"Others are in pairs, what does it have to do with you?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, seeing Han Shicheng's gloomy gaze, Han Jin realized that he had said something wrong.

"Hey, forget it, let's go back first, and we'll talk about it when we go back."

Han Shicheng didn't seem to hear Han Jin's words.

"Is that so?" Han Shicheng said in a low voice, "So he was taken care of by someone."

He walked towards the parking lot in a daze, Han Jin was worried and hurriedly followed.

The lounge is not far from the mourning hall. After Ling Xuan entered, Fu Chengliang also walked in.

"Mind if I sit for a while?"

"Sit anywhere."

Ling Xuan sat down on the sofa. After a while, the assistant knocked on the door and brought Ling Xuan porridge and salad.

Ling Xuan was a little surprised: "Did you order it for me?"

The assistant said, "Aunt Zhao said that you didn't have breakfast, and asked me to bring you some light food."

"Thank you."

The assistant put the porridge in front of Ling Xuan, brought tea to Fu Chengliang, and then quietly left.

Ling Xuan opened the porridge box, saw that it was fish porridge, frowned, closed the lid again, and put it aside.

Fu Chengliang asked: "Have you lost your appetite?"

Ling Xuan said: "This period of time has not been very good, probably I was too busy with work before, and now I have relaxed, and the whole person is not used to it."

Fu Chengliang added: "Then I can make a guess. Isn't it all an accident that I am sitting here now?"

Ling Xuan raised his head and looked at Fu Chengliang. Fu Chengliang raised his long legs, rested his left hand on the back of the sofa, and gently tapped the leather surface of the sofa with his slender fingers.

His keen eyesight enough to see everything has already guessed everything.

Ling Xuan smiled, and opened the salad box again.

"Is there anything I can hide from Mr. Fu?"

Fu Chengliang said: "Ling Xuan, if you want to see me, there's no need to go to such lengths. I said, as long as you want, I will come to the appointment at any time."

"But this is not a personal invitation." Ling Xuan picked up a small tomato, thought for a while, and said, "It's not appropriate to talk about cooperation, should I say yes, remind?"

Raising more considerate and well-behaved canaries, such a cunning beauty as Ling Xuan, made Fu Chengliang experience a sense of freshness and challenges that he had never experienced before.

"Appreciate further details."

Ling Xuan said: "I don't understand business matters, and I don't know how you judge risks, but I heard about the water relocation wetland being intercepted by people. Is this considered an external risk?"

Fu Chengliang said, "Of course."

Ling Xuan asked: "Then may I ask, how does Mr. Fu judge the internal risks of this project?"

Fu Chengliang said: "This is more complicated. If you want to hear it, make an appointment next time and I will tell you slowly."

"Maybe there will be no next time."

Ling Xuan took two bites of the salad, but still lost his appetite, so he closed the lid again.

"Mr. Fu, if I say that my grandfather's death may not have been an accident, would you believe me?"

Fu Chengliang frowned, but soon relaxed.

"I heard that something happened to Han Shicheng after cutting Hushui to move to the wetland. I guess it's not an accident."

Ling Xuan rested his hand on the salad box, his eyes were clear, without any fear.

"If Han Shicheng and my grandfather died without your instigation, then the next person to have an accident might be me."