President, Please Sign the Divorce Agreement-Chapter 10 - : The Past

Fu Yanshen once again refused Gu Xiyang's invitation and left her place.

He didn't go home. Instead, he drove to the company and took the elevator directly to the thirty-second floor.

The employees working overtime simply greeted him respectfully with "President Fu" and were not surprised by his appearance.

Ever since Fu Yanshen took over the Fu Group four years ago, it has been common for him to show up at the company outside of regular working hours.

To this day, people still enjoy talking about the Fu Family.

Although the Fu Family is the foremost wealthy household in Jiangcheng, there are few males in the family, and this generation has only two.

One is Fu Qingtian, the eldest son of the Fu Family, born to the legitimate wife of the Fu's.

The other is Fu Yanshen, the only male among the numerous illegitimate children of Fu Heng, who was raised outside the family.

It wasn't until he was five years old, when it was discovered that the legitimate wife could not conceive again and thus could no longer expand the Fu Family's lineage, that she reluctantly agreed to Fu Heng's request to bring Fu Yanshen back to the Fu Family home.

With the presence of the elder son, Fu Qingtian, Fu Yanshen originally had no right to inherit the Fu Family business.

But five years ago, Fu Heng suddenly fell seriously ill, and Fu Qingtian naturally took over the Fu Group.

However, within three months of taking over, he met with an unexpected accident.

A car accident left him severely injured and hospitalized.

He was brought back from the brink of death, but could only cling to life through machines, completely losing the qualification to inherit the Fu Family business.

The Fu Family was plunged into a huge crisis, and it was at this time that Fu Yanshen took over the Fu Group.

In the Fu Family, Fu Yanshen had always been an inconspicuous existence, so none of the side branches eyeing the Fu Family took this illegitimate child seriously.

Unexpectedly, in less than three months, he not only secured his position as the president of the Fu Group but also decisively purged all the malignancies within the company.

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His resolute actions were as if he had planned for many years.

Rumors began to spread wildly.

It was rumored that Fu Heng's illness and Fu Qingtian's accident were all orchestrated by Fu Yanshen in his ambition to climb to the top——

...

Fu Yanshen entered his office, did not turn on the computer to work, but took a pack of cigarettes out of the drawer and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Opening the cigarette pack, he took one out and lit it.

As one cigarette burned to the end, he lit a second one.

One after another, quickly the previously clean ashtray beside him was filled with more than a dozen new cigarette butts, but his emotions were still unsettled.

Thinking of Gu Xiyang, who had disturbed his emotions, Fu Yanshen felt a heat in his throat.

This girl who warmed him during the most unbearable part of his childhood. After so many years, she still could easily affect his emotions.

From the first day he entered the Fu Family, he lived a non-human life.

All this was unknown to the father who took him back, or more accurately, he did not care.

Fu Heng had numerous women outside, and he rarely came home.

In that large mansion of the Fu Family, it was the legitimate wife who ruled everything.

Although she never laid a hand on him personally, her face hardly hid her disdain for him.

Everyone in the Fu Family, from the noble eldest son, Fu Qingtian, to the lowest cleaning servant, could abuse and mistreat him at will.

Going hungry one meal and full the next was common.

His little body always mysteriously accumulated injuries.

Falls, burns, bumps, beatings.

Not fatal, but always old injuries overlaid with new ones, his body filled with more and more wounds, never healing.

Once, when his arm was "accidentally" burned by a servant and no one tended to it, the wound became infected and was too painful. The infection led to a high fever, and he was in such discomfort that he ran away from the Fu Family while the servants were not paying attention.

Relying on the memories of sights he saw through the car window on the way, he walked and walked, not knowing how long, until he finally saw a familiar building.

He knocked on the door and the moment he saw his mother, he ran towards her with tears in his eyes and a face full of grievance.

But he was met with nothing; his mother did not give him a chance, she grabbed his arm right at the inflamed part of his burn and dragged him inside.

His mother's face let him know she was very angry now.

When his mother was angry, he dared not cry out in pain. The more he cried, the more pain she would cause him.

He could only endure, clearly remembering the feeling of pain piercing to his bones when his inflamed wound was grabbed.

His mother dragged him, shaking in agony, to the man he called father, and his mother's voice sharply scolded, "Kneel down and apologize to your father."

Apologize?

For what should he apologize?

"Fu Yanshen!"

His mother's voice suddenly became extremely sharp, cutting through his ears.

This was the prelude to his mother's loss of control.

Once his mother lost control, she would show no mercy to him, and he could not withstand it.

He reflexively knelt down and obediently apologized: "Dad, I was wrong."

"Master, Yanshen already knows his mistake; please don't be angry with him any longer!

He can't remember what that man said at the time.

All he remembers is being reluctantly sent out the door by his mother, who treated him like a deity, watching as he got into the car.

It wasn't until the man's car drove far away out of sight that his mother finally turned back.

She walked over to him, squatted down, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the cold sweat that kept breaking out on his forehead.

With a face full of love, she told him: "Yanshen, you are Mommy's hope. Only if you win your father's favor, Mommy will have a chance to enter the Fu Family's door and be with your dad."

"So, Yanshen, you must be good in the Fu Family, listen to Daddy and Madam Fu, and don't make them angry."

"I won't get mad at you for running around today, but you can't do it again in the future. If there is a next time, Mommy will really punish you, you know."

"The driver is waiting outside for you, hurry back."

His mother pulled him up.

She took his hand.

His mother's hand was warm, but he couldn't feel a shred of warmth.

He was pushed to walk outside.

He walked very slowly, he didn't want to return to that place which felt like hell to him.

In the moment he was stuffed into the car by his mother, he turned his head to look at the mother standing outside the car, trying to plead.

He saw his mother speaking humbly to the driver who had come to pick him up, apologizing for causing trouble.

As she turned to him, she ignored his eyes full of pleading, and without hesitation closed the car door.

With that action, she also closed off his last bit of reliance.

Since then, he became like a wounded beast.

Even without the power to defend himself, he would never let anyone bully him.

Even if—his resistance resulted in more severe abuse and more injuries.

But he wasn't afraid.

In a flash, a year had gone by.

On his sixth birthday, he was once again confronted and humiliated by several of Fu Qingtian's lackeys.

For the first time, he knocked several lackeys to the ground.

Bloodied, he glared fiercely at those who had always bullied him, full of wariness.

Such a gaze frightened the lackeys into a panic retreat.

Not until they had left did he weakly kneel down, in so much pain he couldn't stand up, dazedly perceiving someone approaching.

Instinctively he struck back, clutching the other person's hand with his last bit of strength. He opened his eyes fiercely to scare the person away.

"Let go, it hurts." Standing in front of him, bending slightly, was Gu Xiyang with tears in her eyes.

Meeting her gaze, seeing she didn't mean to harm him, he let go of her hand.

She pulled back her hand, sniffled her nose, and said with a face full of grievance: "I just saw blood all over your face and wanted to help you wipe it."

With that, she once again cautiously reached out her hand.

He instinctively flinched back, but lacking the strength, he didn't move.

The fragrant handkerchief pressed against his face.

She seemed not quite sure how to do it, roughly wiping across his face, touching wounds on his face and the corner of his mouth.

He didn't cry out in pain, but she immediately withdrew her hand, the blood-stained handkerchief falling to the ground.

With teary eyes, she looked at his split lips and the wounds on his face, her voice breaking with a cry, "Does it hurt a lot?"

That moment, he suddenly froze,

Staring blankly at Gu Xiyang.

So, there were still people in this world who cared if he was in pain?

He wanted to say, it didn't hurt.

He had long been accustomed to pain.

This pain was nothing compared to what he had experienced before.

But looking at Gu Xiyang, in the end, he couldn't say it.

The heart that had been tightly closed because of his mother, quietly opened a crack.

From then on, the beast that people said was difficult to approach, had his soft spot.

...

Mu Chenxi's video call interrupted his reminiscence, and he turned to walk over.

He reached out and picked it up, seeing it was a video call.

His eyes dark and unfathomable, his fingers paused on the screen for a few seconds before pressing to answer."