Chapter 92: Chapter 92

At eleven o’clock in the evening, the butler escorted the three police officers out of the Fu Mansion, watched them get in their car and leave, and slowly exhaled a sigh of relief as he turned to walk back, his steps gradually slowing down, revealing his fatigue.

This night was truly thrilling, but fortunately, the eldest young master intervened, saying there was insufficient evidence, preventing the third master from being taken away by the police.

Otherwise, the entire Fu Family would be in the news tomorrow.

When the butler returned to the main hall, most people had already dispersed. No one was in the mood to welcome the New Year, and the surrounding atmosphere was so quiet that it didn’t feel like New Year’s Eve at all.

Even though Mr. Fu was in good spirits, staying up this late left him a bit tired. A servant brought him a bowl of ginseng soup, but he waved it away, asking the servant to put it down.

"Grandfather, the matter won’t be resolved quickly. We have to take it slow. You should rest early and not tire yourself out." Fu Jichen signaled to the butler with his eyes.

The butler understood and stepped forward to help the old man out of the sofa.

Before returning to his room, the old man gave Fu Huaxian, who had been quite shocked tonight, a cold glance, telling him to reflect on his actions and not to go out for the time being.

After reprimanding Fu Huaxian, the old man called Fu Jichen’s name, his tone noticeably different, much kinder towards Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen approached, bowing his head slightly, showing a posture ready to receive instructions.

"For the things that follow..." The old man hesitated.

"I understand. Rest assured, I will handle it properly."

Fu Jichen knew what the old man had left unsaid, which was simply to ask him to carefully follow up and handle the aftermath. Whether dealing with law enforcement or others, he couldn’t leave any room for criticism.

The Fu Family has reached its current position with many eyes watching and many people waiting to see it fall, so the higher the position, the more one needs to be comprehensive in handling things.

With his assurance, Mr. Fu could barely relax, and with the butler’s help, he returned to his room, leaving the ginseng soup untouched.

Fu Jichen made a phone call while heading upstairs, hearing another set of footsteps behind him.

After he finished instructing his subordinates and turned back, Fu Yuling was following him like a small tail.

As he looked over, she tilted her face up at him with a sweet smile, took two quick steps to walk alongside him, and whispered as if sharing a secret: "Brother, what do you think Third Uncle wants? Our family is so rich, and he’s not bad looking. Although he’s a bit older, he’s still single. Why would he do something so irrational like forcing a girl?"

"Mind your own business and don’t gossip recklessly."

Fu Jichen’s eyes were cold as he left a warning, taking large strides to go upstairs ahead of her.

Fu Yuling’s face fell instantly, stomping her foot in frustration. Why was it always so hard to have a good conversation with him?

On the first day of the New Year, the Fu Family’s old house was shrouded in a cloud of unease.

Around eight in the morning, shortly after breakfast, Fu Jichen took a file folder to the large study on the third floor.

Mr. Fu hadn’t slept well the previous night, having almost stayed up all night. His biological clock was used to waking up at five or six in the morning, and at this moment, he felt a bit unwell, so he brewed a pot of strong tea to refresh himself.

Fu Jichen handed the sealed file to the old man, first reminding him, "You need to be mentally prepared."

The old man glanced at him, hesitated before taking the file folder, untied the several circles of white cotton thread wrapped around it, and pulled out a stack of papers—hospital examination reports, chat records, bank statements, and so on.

As he flipped through them one by one, the old man’s expression grew increasingly grim.

"I checked with Third Uncle’s ex-wife, and he indeed has an illness of that nature," Fu Jichen briefly explained. "They likely divorced because of this reason. Out of respect for Third Uncle, his ex-wife never mentioned it in public, blaming the divorce on incompatible personalities, so to this day, no one knows about his illness."

The old man raised his hand, and the stack of documents fell onto the wooden table with a heavy "thud."

The topmost document happened to be Fu Huaxian’s physical examination report, with "sexual dysfunction" written in the diagnosis column, supplemented below with "infertility."

Fu Jichen tidied up the scattered documents, placed them back into the file folder, and rewound the cotton thread around it.

This Third Uncle of his was usually quiet, appearing to others as a straightforward person, withdrawn and steady. Only Fu Jichen knew that his mind was far deeper than the other few uncles.

With this incident unfolding now, it was enough to brew him a bitter cup of trouble.

"What do the police say?" Mr. Fu leaned back in his chair, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, though it was still a bit uncomfortable.

"The victim’s suicide note has been authenticated, and there is no mistake in the handwriting. The autopsy report has also been released, showing several bruises but not amounting to Grade 2 minor injuries." Fu Jichen’s words were calm, giving Mr. Fu a sense of reassurance. "Due to Third Uncle’s hidden health issues affecting his sexual performance, he did mistreat the girl. However, their chat and bank records prove that their relationship had existed for at least three months, during which the girl never expressed dissatisfaction, showing it was consensual. As for why she became distressed and left such a suicide note, further investigation is still underway."

Mr. Fu let out a long sigh, put down his teacup, and rubbed his forehead.

"Don’t worry too much," Fu Jichen comforted Mr. Fu. "The circumstances aren’t too serious. Hiring a good lawyer will ensure Third Uncle’s safety. I’ve already blocked any news, ensuring it doesn’t become associated with the Fu family. As for the deceased’s family, I’ve sent people over to appease them, offering substantial compensation."

"You’ve worked hard, dealing with everything immediately upon your return." Mr. Fu looked at this tall and imposing grandson, knowing that when something happens, he’s the only one to rely on, and others are just unwilling to make matters worse.

"It’s what’s expected."

Fu Jichen exited the study, closed the door, paused for a moment outside, and then turned to head downstairs.

With Fu Jichen keeping an eye on the case, things proceeded steadily, and Mr. Fu didn’t intervene, trusting him to handle it.

Due to this matter, Mr. Fu was highly displeased with Fu Huaxian. Having him reflect in solitude wasn’t enough; he was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall to confess his wrongdoings to the ancestors.

Since the incident, Fu Huaxian had been like an eggplant struck by frost, wilting immediately. It was said that after coming out of the ancestral hall, he fell ill, yet he didn’t go to the hospital, opting for a home doctor instead.

Not long after this storm passed, the son of the second master encountered trouble again.

The second master, Fu Qizhen, had two sons. The eldest was Fu Liuguang, and the second was Fu Yunhan. Both worked in Junshan Group after graduating. Junshan Group was a family enterprise, mainly controlled by family members.

Fu Yunhan was in his early twenties, an age given to indulgence. He spent his days mingling in entertainment venues with a group of rich second-generation friends, picking up some bad habits.

With Fu Qizhen covering for him, he didn’t cause any major problems before.

This time was different.

During the New Year holiday, Fu Yunhan and a few disreputable friends chartered a plane to fly abroad for a vacation. The playground was much larger and wilder than back home, and in the span of a single night, he squandered all his liquid funds.

Amidst such a debaucherous setting, when excitement took over, he lost all rationality and sold the original shares of Junshan Group that he held.

The shares that Fu Yunhan possessed were gifted by his father, Fu Qizhen, upon his coming of age, allowing him freedom of disposition.

By the time the news returned home, the contract had already been signed.

Three percent of Junshan Group’s original shares landed in the hands of an outsider, rumored to be a Hong Kong businessman named Xiao Hesheng.

Hearing this name, Mr. Fu seemed to recollect some past events, his eyes suddenly misty. He muttered something under his breath that those present didn’t catch, and then he fainted.

The household descended into chaos, and Fu Jichen called 120 for an ambulance to rush Mr. Fu to the hospital for treatment.

After a detailed examination, fortunately, there were no major issues. Mr. Fu had simply suffered a surge of anger, leaving him unable to catch his breath.

Fu Jichen sat for a while in the ward. With everyone present and no shortage of caregivers, he went to speak with Mr. Fu’s attending physician.

Ten minutes later, Fu Jichen walked out of the office and in the hallway encountered Fu Jianfang, who was just coming out of the ward.

Fu Jianfang’s cold gaze locked onto him, as if trying to find the answers she sought on his face. However, no matter how she scrutinized him, she couldn’t discern anything due to Fu Jichen’s always inscrutable nature.

She straightforwardly asked, "Was it you? When you’re not in Beicheng, everything’s calm at home. As soon as you’re back, first Third Uncle gets into trouble, almost lands in jail, then it’s the second master’s family. Am I next?"