Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 202: Trouble at the Fu Family

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Trouble at the Fu Family

Had something happened to the Fu Family?

The Fu Family had many members and complex relationships.

Ye Yan, however, didn’t think too much about it.

"Sister, did you need something from me?" Ye Zhun knew Ye Yan normally wouldn’t disturb his studies at school lightly; her coming in person must mean there was something important.

Ye Yan got straight to the point, "To study at a university in Capital City or to study abroad, which one would you choose?"

Ye Zhun thought for a moment, "Sister, do you want to go abroad?"

Knowing he was clever, she hadn’t expected him to see through her thoughts at a glance. Ye Yan smiled helplessly, "There is such a plan, but if you don’t want to go, I’ll cancel it."

"Wherever sister goes, I will go," the youth’s eyes softened, "In the past, you gave up the chance to go abroad for me; now, I can go anywhere for sister—be it Capital City, abroad, or Ao City. Wherever sister is, that’s home for the two of us."

"Xiao Zhun..." Ye Yan was momentarily so moved she didn’t know what to do.

The young man opened his arms and hugged her, "I need to grow up quickly to protect you and my great-nephew."

Ye Yan stiffened, "You, you know?"

"Do you really think I’m still a child?" Ye Zhun chuckled, "Fu Xingrui knows too, and we were planning to give him a surprise together."

"Then you don’t want to know who the father of the child is?"

"I’m curious, but I respect your decision."

If his sister refused to tell, there must be her reasons and concerns—it’s an adult’s world, overly complex.

He was young, but he understood.

In the past, Ye Yan didn’t tell because she hadn’t figured out how to face this child; later, it was because of Fu Xingrui.

Telling Ye Zhun that the child’s father was Fu Xingrui’s elder brother was a bit hard for her to say.

Though it was difficult to broach, she would have to tell Ye Zhun the truth sooner or later.

"Alright, when there’s a chance, I’ll tell you the story."

"Then I’ll be all ears."

Ye Yan smiled contentedly, "I’ll go find Teacher Jiang first."

Although Lin Yihang had been helping, if Ye Zhun wanted to study abroad, there were still many procedures to go through.

"I’m a bit... reluctant to leave Fu Xingrui." The youth scratched his head, "If he finds out, will he ignore me?"

No sooner had he spoken than Ye Zhun’s phone rang.

"It’s Fu Xingrui." Ye Zhun was thinking about how to explain to Fu Xingrui, but unexpectedly, he had called.

The young man hesitated for a moment but picked up anyway.

Ye Zhun’s expression gradually turned solemn as he listened to the other side.

Ye Yan also sensed something was wrong and then heard Ye Zhun say softly, "My condolences."

They talked for a few more moments before Ye Zhun hung up.

"What happened to the Fu Family?" My condolences—certainly, someone had died.

Ye Zhun sighed, clearly affected by Fu Xingrui’s mood, "Fu Xingrui’s grandmother passed away."

Old Mrs. Fu had died?

Ye Yan was shaken and remained silent for a long while.

"Fu Xingrui’s grandmother was extremely kind. She was very good to all their siblings; his favorite was his grandmother." Ye Zhun couldn’t empathize, but from his words, he could sense Fu Xingrui’s sorrow and grief.

Fu Xingrui’s voice was hoarse, clearly from recent crying.

"His grandmother suddenly passing away; he must be devastated."

Yes, he must be devastated.

Even Fu Xingrui was so distressed—what about that person?

That person who had been raised by Old Mrs. Fu from a young age, who had shielded him for decades?

Ye Yan felt a piercing sourness in her heart, her chest seeming filled with emotions, terribly uncomfortable.

"Sister, let me take you to Teacher Jiang."

"Not now," Ye Yan suddenly waved her hand, "I still have other things to do, I’ll find her after I’m done."

Ye Yan’s behavior was a bit strange, but Ye Zhun didn’t ask further.

After leaving the school, Ye Yan drove on somewhat aimlessly.

Red lights, green lights, it was only when she came to her senses that she realized she had driven onto the bridge.

Crossing this bridge would lead to Hong Kong, a bridge apart, two kinds of prosperity.

"Ye Yan, have you lost your mind?" The car was already on the bridge, there was no turning back, and Ye Yan couldn’t help but feel extremely frustrated.

She had firmly decided to stay away, but knowing about his matters, she uncontrollably wanted to get closer.

Connected as if by lingering threads of lotus roots, it was a conduct she once despised the most.

But only when it actually happened to herself did she realize that cutting off those myriad connections was like severing each blood vessel on her own body.

Every cut required gathering enough determination and courage.

She thought her resolve had been strong enough, but at this moment, it was still so fragile.

Old Mrs. Fu’s funeral was being held today at the Hong Kong Funeral Home.

Due to the Fu Family’s position in Hong Kong, many came to offer their condolences.

Ye Yan wore a black mask and hat, blending herself into the crowd.

Many journalists were taking photos on-site, interviewing prominent figures, while someone unrecognized like Ye Yan easily entered the hall.

In the hall was the mourning room, with the coffin placed in the center and surrounded by plenty of flowers.

These flowers were not expensive, more akin to wildflowers.

Old Mrs.Fu had once lived in a seaside fishing village, these were the most common flowers at the seaside, and her favorite.

The Fu Family members stood on both sides, receiving the guests.

Ye Yan picked up a bouquet of wildflowers from the ritual place and stood silently at a distance, not stepping forward.

Old Mrs. Fu had always been very kind to her; on her several visits to Ao City, she always stayed at her courtyard.

She would hold her hand, talk about family matters, and even send some food to Ao City.

She and Fu Xingzhou’s marriage was well known to the old lady, but she never showed any prejudice and treated her consistently well.

Months ago, when she visited Hong Kong, Old Mrs. Fu even urged her to have a child soon.

Now, her wish was about to come true, yet she had no chance to see it.

The old lady’s greatest wish up to now was probably to have a great-grandchild.

Ye Yan came this time, partly out of concern for Fu Xingzhou, and partly wanting to tell Old Mrs. Fu that she had a great-grandchild now, she could rest in peace.

Through the crowd, Ye Yan spotted someone kneeling at the wake.

The person’s back was facing her, but she recognized him at once.

Fu Xingzhou in black, a white flower pinned on his chest, carefully placing each piece of paper into the fire basin.

He ignored the bustling crowd around him.

In his eyes, there were only the coffin in front of him and the relative lying inside.

She had watched him take his first faltering steps by hand, until he could trot and then run, his back growing taller day by day, while she grew older day by day.

Without Old Mrs. Fu, there would be no Fu Xingzhou today.

She was the one who had accompanied him throughout his life, the one who raised him with hard work and love.

Ye Yan looked at the photo hanging in the center. Old Mrs. Fu’s face was kind, just as when they first met.

Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes into the black mask.

"I’m sorry." Someone’s flowers suddenly dropped, hitting right on Ye Yan’s shoe.

Ye Yan said it was okay, and when she looked up again, she saw Fu Xingrui looking this way.

The youth stood out among the group of Fu Family members.

Afraid of being recognized by Fu Xingrui, Ye Yan hurriedly lowered her hat brim and quickly left the funeral home.