After Prison, She Shocks the World-Chapter 96 Fu Bing’s Great-Grandmother

"If you observe carefully, you will find that after Fu Bing arrived in Jiangnan, she changed her approach from what it had been in Jiangcheng. She initiated the first live broadcast herself and, under everyone’s attention, shared her two plans. The success of the live stream was unmatched, forming a solid foundation for the smooth implementation of both plans. She captured the attention of top industry leaders using her available means, effortlessly accessing resources and thresholds many could only dream of. Do you possess such wisdom?"

Ren Zhi shook his head. "I am no match for her."

"Not just you; almost no one can match her. When she was a star, she was top-tier. Other stars, even with strong backing and abilities, couldn’t return to their peak after imprisonment and had to stay low-profile. Fu Bing didn’t go through this phase; she quickly received film offers after her release, even the Golden Cauldron Award made an exception for her, and she also avoided being massively targeted by Hackers."

Previously, Ren Zhi had never analyzed what made Fu Bing exceptional; he assumed it was simply her own abilities. Only after his uncle’s reminder did he realize Fu Bing’s situation was different from others.

"Fu Bing has a charm that makes most people trust and like her, with countless individuals willing to give her opportunities. Others don’t possess, nor can they learn, this kind of charm."

"You have seen Old Jiang, Rong Shizhi, Jian Yao, and even Ning Wan. Which of them is willing to be outdone? Which of them is easy to talk to? They are all exceptionally lenient with Fu Bing. Did they suddenly change their nature? No, it’s because they see that Fu Bing can push forward what they have in mind, be it in medicine or the connections in the film industry. They generously share with her, and she even has a top traditional painting master hidden by her side. Do you want to oppose such a person?"

Ren Zhi grasped all the connections at once and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

His uncle had acted swiftly, severing their troublesome family ties before Fu Bing could grow to truly dislike him. This allowed Ren Zhi to interact with her on his own terms, not merely as the grandson of the Jiang Family.

If his maternal grandparents and uncles didn’t restrain themselves, Fu Bing would eventually hold it against him.

And he, being so straightforward, might never have guessed the real reasons.

If Fu Bing decided to ruin him, he would be utterly powerless to retaliate.

Ren Ye looked at his suddenly enlightened nephew. "I know you’re upset, but this step is necessary. You must align yourself with Fu Bing; otherwise, after my death, you won’t be able to protect your wealth. Just like her mother, as long as you don’t cross her bottom line, she won’t treat you badly."

Suddenly, Ren Zhi embraced his uncle tightly, sobbing like a child. While crying, he immaturely said, "Uncle, I don’t deserve you being so good to me, WAAH WAAH WAAH..."

The love of a parent for a child leads to far-reaching plans.

What his parents hadn’t considered for him, his uncle had already done. His uncle had even foreseen the helpless state Ren Zhi would be in after his (Ren Ye’s) own death, with no one to rely on, and had preemptively found him support.

The more Ren Zhi thought about it, the more he wanted to cry.

Ren Ye was annoyed by his crying and impatiently pushed him away. "That’s enough from you."

Ren Zhi, pushed off-balance, didn’t mind. He wiped his tears and said seriously, "I will no longer struggle in the mire with my relatives; I will move forward properly."

"I get it. Now, get to work."

Ren Zhi agreed, went to the restroom to wash his face and shave cleanly before leaving spiritedly.

Ren Ye fiddled with a small teacup.

People like Ren Zhi are the happiest kind in this world.

Not top-tier smart, but his advantage lies in heeding advice.

This alone puts him ahead of many.

Fu Bing was awakened by Aunt Ning’s scolding.

"Taking medicine with alcohol! It seems you don’t plan to get better!"

Fu Bing, lying on the bed, clung to Aunt Ning’s arm coquettishly. "I only had two glasses."

"Since when do two glasses not count as alcohol?"

"I was wrong," Fu Bing admitted quickly.

Aunt Ning, exasperated with her, asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I’m fine."

"It’s good that you’re feeling fine. Your complexion isn’t as bad as before."

"It’s because your medicine is very effective."

"Just keep blindly flattering me. What do you want to eat today? I’ll ask Uncle He to buy it."

"Today, I want to visit my maternal great-grandmother. You and Uncle He can eat without me."

"Alright, I’ll pick some medicine for you to give as needed. If the person looking after her doesn’t have good intentions, don’t give the medicine—it might be tampered with."

Aunt Ning knew she wouldn’t make such a basic mistake, yet she always instructed her as if she were still a child.

"Hmm, I’ll act according to the situation. You and Uncle He don’t need to worry."

After breakfast, Fu Bing took Wu Shi to the sanatorium.

Her maternal great-grandmother’s surname was Chu, and the Chu Family was once the largest embroidery business in Jiangnan. During their most prosperous times, the family employed over a thousand Embroiderers.

When Fu Bing arrived, she saw a man standing in Madame Chu’s courtyard, looking down condescendingly at the elderly woman crouched on the ground.

"Fu Ya is dead, and Fu Ning is in jail. The Chu Family Embroidery Manual is a useless book in your hands. Better give it to me."

The old woman with completely white hair raised her head abruptly upon hearing Fu Ya’s name. "Xiaoya won’t die! She hasn’t come to see me yet; she can’t be dead!"

"She is dead! If you don’t believe me, I can take you to see her grave today!"

Madame Chu screamed helplessly, nearly falling over.

Fu Bing quickly ran over to support Madame Chu. The elderly woman’s frail body trembled all over, and she murmured softly, "Xiaoya won’t die, Xiaoya won’t die, she said she would come to see me..."

Fu Bing listened with a heavy heart, unsure how to console her.

The man stared at Fu Bing’s face, his gaze shifting to the teal dress she wore, and said arrogantly, "So you are Fu Bing?"

"And you are Fu Chan?" Fu Bing countered.

Fu Chan ignored her and said coldly, "The Chu Family Embroidery Manual has nothing to do with you. I advise you not to entertain any ideas about it."

"That’s what I should be saying to you. Don’t covet what isn’t yours! Wu Shi, show the guest out."

Wu Shi didn’t hesitate. After pushing Fu Chan out, he quickly closed the courtyard door.

Fu Bing did not ask Wu Shi to help her support Madame Chu. The old woman was particular about maintaining a distance between genders, disliking any male contact or proximity.

Wu Shi watched as Fu Bing struggled to help Madame Chu back into the room.

Fu Bing gave Madame Chu a cup of water before checking her pulse.

There were some underlying conditions, a deficiency in qi and blood, requiring gradual recuperation.

Madame Chu grasped Fu Bing’s hand, her cloudy eyes filled with longing. "Is what he said true? My Xiaoya... my Xiaoya... is gone?"

Fu Bing turned her head away, choking up. "It’s all my fault."

Madame Chu feebly slapped Fu Bing.

The hand that slapped her was cool and lacked strength; it didn’t actually hurt.

Yet, tears fell from Fu Bing’s eyes.

Madame Chu’s eyes were dry, unable to squeeze out any tears despite her desire to cry.

"You killed my Xiaoya... It was you who killed my Xiaoya..." Madame Chu’s outcry wasn’t hysterical. She merely trembled as she spoke, her eyes fixed intently on Fu Bing.

Fu Bing, distressed, dared not meet her gaze and said hoarsely, "I-I’m sorry..."

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