Chapter 1232 It is his weakness, the most fatal weakness
7pm.
Within the Imperial City.
Fu Yancheng looked at the information in his hand without blinking.
In the evening, he went to the old house and sorted out some of the old man's belongings.
The old man's relics were very few and he didn't leave anything extra for future generations. Most of the Fu family's stocks are now in the hands of Fu Yancheng. No matter how hard others fight, they can't make any trouble.
Fu Yancheng hoped that by giving the old man time to sort out his belongings, he would stop thinking about Sheng Mian in his mind.
But the code that could open the box was like a needle piercing his heart.
He remembered again that when he went to rescue Sheng Mian from the earthquake, the door could not be opened.
When he was unconscious, he saw Sheng Mian randomly trying the password, and finally the door opened.
At that time, he trusted her so much that he never thought that it could not be a coincidence. How could someone open the correct password after just trying a few times.
He never doubted her purpose, and his mind was filled with the life and death they had experienced together.
Now that I think about it, that password is Fu Xingzhou's birthday, which is the same as the password on her box.
Maybe all her passwords are just that string of numbers.
Fu Yancheng felt disgusted just thinking about it, as if his face had been slapped several times.
When we went hiking that day, the air in the forest was so fragrant. She lay on his back and whispered to him about her childhood. Occasionally, she would swing her legs on his back like a child.
, wiping his sweat distressedly.
He hoped that the road would continue to grow until there was no end in sight.
Fu Yancheng smiled self-deprecatingly. If she was acting, then her acting skills were too high.
Was Sheng Mian really not moved?
He almost masochistically began to recall the details of their relationship, but there was too little sweetness between them. It was a transactional relationship at the beginning, and it had only been less than two weeks since they were in a relationship, so they separated.
He thought that establishing a relationship was the beginning of their love, but he didn't expect that it would end after a short flash in the pan.
Fu Yancheng sat on the sofa, feeling like he was about to merge with the darkness around him.
The servants of Yujingyuan left early, and now he was the only one left in the villa.
He put away the old man's belongings, and then heard the doorbell in the living room.
He didn't really want to see anyone until Wen Sihe's voice came from outside.
"Yancheng, open the door."
Fu Yancheng opened the door and saw Wen Sihe holding several bottles of wine in his hand.
Behind him was Xie Feng, who went into the house and closed the door.
Wen Sihe placed the wine bottle in his hand on the coffee table.
"Let's have a drink of the good wine that I have treasured for many years. Bo Huai will come over later. He will arrive in about ten minutes."
Several people came to accompany him. Who didn't know that Fu Yancheng must be the most uncomfortable with the old man's death.
After Wen Sihe took out a few glasses and poured wine, he noticed that the villa was very dark. Only a few lights were turned on, and the brightest one was not turned on yet.
But no one took the initiative to open it. Maybe such a dim scene can hide their thoughts better.
Wen Sihe reminded him after drinking a glass of wine.
"By the way, Sangjiu gave you snake venom that day, and she fainted afterwards. She is still hospitalized now. Her health is already in poor condition. Now that she was invaded by snake venom and walked through the gates of hell, if
It’s not that something happened to the Fu family, I’m afraid Sang Tingyu has already come to find you.”
He was reminding Fu Yancheng to be prepared for this matter. Sang Jiu almost died for him this time, and the Sang family might take advantage of the situation to propose a marriage.
In fact, Wen Sihe also wanted to test Fu Yancheng's current attitude towards Sheng Mian.
Fu Yancheng didn't say anything, just looked at the wine in the glass quietly.
Xie Feng also seemed very quiet, and even signaled Wen Sihe not to mention the Sang family's affairs with his eyes.
Even if Fu Yancheng really planned to find love, it would not be at this critical moment when the old man passed away.
Xie Feng sighed.
"Yancheng, have a drink, you might feel better."
Xie Feng already knows that Sheng Mian may be the woman Fu Xingzhou likes. If this possibility is true, then Sheng Mian has been deceiving Fu Yancheng.
She deceived his feelings and killed the old man.
No one knows Sheng Mian's purpose. Could it be that the person she cares about has a grudge against Fu Yancheng, so she wants to torture him in this way.
Xie Feng's pupils shrank sharply. Could it be that Sheng Mian resented Fu Yancheng for taking away the position of Fu Xingzhou's heir?
This was what he was thinking in his heart, and he couldn't help but say it out loud.
As soon as the words "Fu Xingzhou" came out, Fu Yancheng's grip on the cup slowly tightened.
"Bang!"
The cup was crushed and there was blood on his palm.