Chapter 243: It Might Not Be a Bad Thing

Fu Zhuo said, and even feigned sincerity as he squeezed out a few tears.

He made a big fuss about being moved.

Fu Sijue had no time to waste on him; he gave a perfunctory comfort of a couple of sentences and left.

With Fu Sijue's promise, Fu Zhuo finally put his heart at ease.

He returned to Fu Mingcheng's ward feeling relaxed.

Fu He Song, seeing him return, quickly pulled him outside.

"How's it going, was the explanation to Fu Sijue sorted out?"

Fu Zhuo nodded with great satisfaction, "Is there any injustice left for me to settle now that I'm on the case?"

"Rest assured, Fu Sijue has no doubts."

"Good. Hurry and dispose of the corpse, lest long nights bring more trouble; they'll discover it sooner or later."

Fu Zhuo was no longer as flustered as Fu He Song.

"Why the rush? The old man's side hasn't settled yet!"

"We must first get Fu Sijue to agree to our terms, otherwise all this effort would be for nothing."

Standing at Fu Mingcheng's bedside, Fu Zhuo felt no hint of guilt.

Fu Mingcheng's face was pale as he lay on the bed, weakly gazing at Fu Zhuo.

"Dad, look, you've been in the hospital this long, and A Jue still won't agree with us; clearly he hasn't kept you, grandpa, in his thoughts."

Fu Zhuo's words were pointedly clear, yet Fu Mingcheng merely turned his head slightly.

"Whatever choice he makes is his own business; I won't interfere any longer."

His answer left Fu Zhuo very dissatisfied, "How can you think that way?"

"Being with that little girl from the Yun Family is a tremendous boon for A Jue..."

Fu Mingcheng simply waved his hand to cut Fu Zhuo off.

He coughed violently, his face swelling bright red.

"I've said it, cough... no matter who he's with, it's A Jue's own freedom."

"You all should stop meddling..."

Seeing he couldn't persuade Fu Mingcheng, Fu Zhuo immediately switched to a different demeanor.

"Do you think that by now pretending to be magnanimous, A Jue keeps your kindness in his heart?"

"Look at these past two days; the two of us have been busy front to back."

"Your most beloved grandson hasn't even set foot in the hospital."

Fu Zhuo's words were a sharp knife, stabbing Fu Mingcheng's heart mercilessly.

"In this world, only I and Fu He Song truly care about you, yet look—you've been completely blinded by pig lard!"

The more he spoke, the harsher it became, as if he were accusing Fu Mingcheng.

Infuriated, Fu Mingcheng propped himself up, trying to sit up.

"Cough... say that again!"

With his face flushed red, Fu Mingcheng glared fiercely at Fu Zhuo, his eyes tinged with disappointment.

"Since you were a child you've been like this; favoring your younger brother was one thing, but even after he died, you were willing to give the Fu Family to a snot‑nosed brat rather than to me. Now you still protect him—what else do you expect me to say?"

Fu Zhuo's long‑suppressed sense of injustice erupted at that moment.

He was not courteous to Fu Mingcheng at all.

Fu He Song stood quietly on the side, eyes lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"So you've been harboring a grudge against me all this time?"

Fu Mingcheng seemed to sigh helplessly, sinking heavily back down.

His hand, powerless, hung limp at the bedside.

"How could you make me not hate you?"

"It's one thing I can't match my brother, but now I can't even surpass a stinky brat?"

"All these years abroad I've achieved so much, yet why do you always pretend not to see it? Am I really that insignificant in your heart?"

Every time he thought of his life being usurped, Fu Zhuo's hatred made his teeth itch.

He had sworn long ago.

He would definitely eliminate those who shamed him.

Fu Zhuo squeezed his hand, stood up, and looked down at the frail Fu Mingcheng on the bed.

"When I left back then, I said that someday you'd regret your choices."

"The Fu Clan will sooner or later be destroyed by Fu Sijue."

Fu Mingcheng's breathing was already very labored.

The disbelief in his eyes gradually faded, finally turning to sorrow.

"Your temperament is too rash; letting you take over the Fu Clan so abruptly will only bring more problems..."

But Fu Mingcheng's words were cut off by Fu Zhuo before he could finish.

"You're afraid I might threaten Fu Sijue, aren't you?"

"After all, in your heart I've always been this kind of person, haven't I?"

Fu Zhuo let out a maniacal laugh.

He showed no regard as Fu Mingcheng's complexion grew increasingly grim.

"You..."

Fu Mingcheng, too weak to argue, could only watch Fu Zhuo immersed in his own world.

Fu Zhuo suddenly seemed to remember something, and slapped his thigh.

"Weren't you spending all day thinking about getting Fu Sijue together with that little girl from the Lu Family?"

"Now you can stop; that little girl from the Lu Family has already died in a car accident."

He said the news so lightly, as if it were nothing.

Fu Mingcheng was stunned in disbelief for a moment, then tried again to pull himself up from the bed, but it was futile.

His frail body no longer allowed him to rise.

And at this moment, Fu Zhuo, watching from the side, was so indifferent that he had no intention of helping.

"There's no need to pretend in front of me."

The absurd thing is, even now Fu Zhuo still thinks Fu Mingcheng is putting on an act.

He kept watching from the side with cold eyes.

Fu Mingcheng coughed violently twice, inhaled deeply, and said, "I'm sorry... you..."

Having said that sentence.

He tilted his head and fainted, and only then Fu Zhuo hurried forward to check.

Fu He Song also grew anxious, dashed out of the ward to find a doctor.

Fu Zhuo just stared blankly, holding Fu Mingcheng's hand.

Listening to the noisy sounds around his ears, Fu Zhuo showed no emotion, simply sitting there quietly, motionless.

He finally won.

Fu Mingcheng passed away.

After a whole afternoon of rescue attempts, the doctors still could not reverse the outcome.

When Fu Sijue arrived, Fu Mingcheng's body had already been taken to the morgue.

Fu Zhuo and his son stood outside.

In less than a day, they had come to this place twice in a row.

Fu Sijue looked at the lifeless old man lying on the bed.

The banter with him seemed as if it were just yesterday.

But at this moment, Fu Sijue had completely lost his grandfather.

"Grandpa's condition was already stable when I left; why did it flare up again?"

Fu Sijue stared at Fu Mingcheng, but the words he said were actually addressed to Fu Zhuo.

A storm of turmoil rose in Fu Sijue's heart.

He didn't even have time to see his grandfather's final moments.

Tears slipped from his eyes, falling onto Fu Mingcheng's already cold hand.

Fu Mingcheng's hair had already been tidied, the pallid strands lying flat, clean and neat as if he had only taken a nap.

"Dad is already old and can't endure the turmoil any more."

"Perhaps this isn't necessarily a bad thing for him; at least he won't suffer any more in the future."

Fu Zhuo said hoarsely, and at that moment he realized how many absurd things he had just said.

Fu Sijue, listening to the choking sounds of Fu Zhuo and Fu He Song, felt only irritation.

He reached out one last time to smooth Fu Mingcheng's sideburns.

"Goodbye, Grandfather."

Fu Sijue was unusually obedient.

Only Fu Mingcheng, who was often called a stinky brat, could no longer wake up.