C700 Han I'll Stay with You
1Wanwan had never seen Fu Sihan in such a state before.
He was so unfamiliar that Yan Wanwan was worried.
"Han, I am accompanying you." Wanwan turned around and used her empty hand to gently hug Fu Sihan. She wanted to use this method to comfort him.
Fu Sihan lowered his eyes and hugged Yan Wanwan. He patted her back and said, "I am fine. Let's go. It's time to go in."
The old butler of Fu Residence wore a long black robe as he stood at the entrance of Fu Residence to welcome Fu Sihan and Yan Wanwan. Coupled with the white background of Old Residence, he felt like he was out of place with the modern society.
Fu Sheng's confidants all left after learning that Fu Sheng had killed them all, leaving only the butler of Fu Family's Old Residence behind. This old butler was actually Fu Sihan's man, but he had served Fu Sheng for many years. He had a kind heart, and he felt some pity for Fu Sheng.
"Young Master, all of Fu Sheng's confidants left after learning that Fu Sheng killed them all. Only the housekeeper of the Fu Family's Old Residence is left. Young Madam, there are only twelve servants left. They are all busy. So I am the only one who came to welcome you. Please forgive me." The old butler made a" please "gesture.
He then said, "Young Madam, your clothes are not suitable. We have prepared clothes here. Do you need to change?"
The short mermaid skirt that Wanwan was wearing today was dark red. It was not only the color itself, but also the effect of the mermaid muscle. It was not suitable to attend the funeral. 90% of Fu Sihan's normal clothes were dark red, and today was no exception. Naturally, there was no problem with being unsuitable.
"No need." Before Wanwan could say anything, Fu Sihan spoke first, "There's nothing wrong with it."
Fu Sheng was not worthy of his Wanwan to change into the clothes prepared by others.
The old butler answered kindly, "Okay."
"Where is Nan Zhu?" Fu Sihan held Yan Wanwan's hand and asked as they walked in.
"Fourth Young Master hasn't arrived yet. He was in Lin Province when I called him. He should be back in two hours."
Fu Sihan nodded and asked again, "Where's Old Madam?"
Wanwan looked at the old housekeeper. On the way here, she was thinking about Madam Fu.
Madam Fu returned to Old Residence a week ago to pay respects to her ancestors and had not returned. Although Madam Fu seemed to have a cold relationship with Fu Sheng, she was still her only son.
A white-haired man sending a black man away... She must be feeling sad too, right?
"Old Madame..." The old butler paused for a moment, as if he had something difficult to say. After receiving Fu Sihan's sharp gaze, he immediately said, "Old Madame has gone back upstairs to rest. She said she is old. Her health is not good and it is not suitable to control her. If Young Master and Young Madam have something to do, you can go upstairs to look for Old Madame. "
She... rested just like that?
Wanwan was shocked.
Even someone like Fu Sihan, who hated Fu Sheng so much, could send someone to prison without even blinking his eyes. When she heard the news of her father's death, there were subtle emotional fluctuations. When Madam Fu died, her son... went upstairs to rest just like that?
Could it be that he secretly went upstairs to cry?
Fu Sheng used to be the leader of the Fu Family, and he had a glorious reputation. But now, there were only his coffin and a few servants in the mourning hall.
No family or friends.
That was all.
Whether it was those former friends and relatives who really distanced themselves from Fu Sheng or those who drew a clear line with Fu Sheng in order to please Fu Sihan, these were not important. After all, the result was the same.
When they left, there was no one to see them off.
Even his biological mother was unwilling to come.
No matter how much Fu Sheng disliked Fu Sihan when he was alive, the only children he had left were the siblings, Fu Sihan and Fu Nanzhu.
Fu Sihan stood in front of the portrait. Wanwan quietly looked at him and silently supported him.
No matter what he did or what decision he made, she would support him unconditionally!
Half a box later, Fu Sihan withdrew his gaze. He did not worship, but called the old butler over to discuss Fu Sheng's funeral and the arrangements for the Fu Family's Old Residence in the future.
"Then I'll go and take a look at grandma." Wanwan pointed upstairs.
"Okay." Fu Sihan looked at the maids in the mourning hall and pointed at the most stable maid. "Take Young Madam upstairs."
Now that the rest of the people in Old Residence were Fu Sihan's people, there was no issue of safety. Fu Sihan just chose the most trustworthy person to accompany Yan Wanwan. He felt more at ease.
The door of Madam Fu's room was not closed. There was a crack in the door, as if she was waiting for someone to enter.
Wanwan knocked on the door first. She only went in after hearing the reply.
Situ demanyue sat on a rocking chair with her eyes closed and closed. Her right hand was holding a folding fan as she gently fanned herself.
Situ demanyue didn't like to use fans and air conditioning. When it wasn't very hot, she usually used fans.
"What are you looking at me for? Come over here." Situ demanyue opened her eyes and saw Yan Wanwan standing two meters away from him, staring at her.
"Let's see if you are secretly crying." Wanwan honestly said.
Situ demanyue disdainfully snorted, "Crying is the work of a young girl like you. An old girl like me wouldn't have cried a long time ago." Then she added, "Crying is not good for skin maintenance."
Wanwan did not refute.
Wanwan's ability to sense and detect people's emotions was much better than ordinary people's. Situ demanyue and Fu Sihan were also good at hiding their true feelings.
However, at least her son had passed away. Situ demanyue's reaction was a bit too cold.
It was so cold that it was abnormal.
Wanwan sat down on a rose chair next to Situ demanyue and gently said, "Grandma, if you could have told me in secret, I wouldn't have told anyone. Whatever you say or do, I promise I will forget everything once I leave this door. "
Wanwan was mainly afraid that the old man's emotions would be suppressed in his heart and cause him to become sick.
"What's Han's reaction?" Situ demanyue seemed to be quite satisfied with Yan Wanwan's words.
"Ah?" Wanwan was stunned for a moment before she realized what Situ demanyue meant by asking, "Ah Han looks very similar to you. It doesn't seem to have much of a reaction."
Situ demanyue accurately grasped a word. "Oh, look."
"But I'm different from him. I didn't live for nothing at this age." Situ demi-yue said again. She stopped fanning herself. She stared into Yan Wanwan's eyes, "Little Night, do you know that if the cerebral hemorrhage is saved in time, it is possible to save one's life?"
"I know... But I heard that Mr Fu was not in good health when he was in prison." ...
It wasn't impossible for someone with poor health and sudden cerebral hemorrhage to cause rapid death.
Situ demanyue smiled and shook her head, "His body is a bit worse than before, but it's not that bad. Otherwise, if he comes out of jail, he won't be returning to Old Residence to rest, but will be staying in the hospital."
As for why Fu Sihan didn't pursue this matter with Fu Sheng, perhaps it was because he had lost his interest in Fu Sheng. He allowed ___ to live under his nose for the time being. Perhaps it was because he had started to soften his heart towards his father.
As for the truth, no one knew.
... "Grandma, what do you want to say?" Wanwan had a faint premonition in her heart, a premonition that she was unwilling to believe.
"I was at the side when his illness happened. It was I who forbade the maids to call the doctor over. I just watched him fall to the ground and be unable to move. Then, I started to pull him out. Saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Then, he became unconscious and his body became cold."
Situ demanyue spoke in a calm tone, as if she were saying, "I finished a serving of sweet and sour fish tonight. It tastes pretty good."0
Wanwan's mind went blank. Her entire body froze on the spot as she looked at Situ demi-Yue in disbelief.
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