The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Mrs. Lu jumped off the building.

It was the third day when Fu Zhi got the news. The old lady was lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital that night and fell into a severe coma.

She had just passed her sixty-sixth birthday. In order to frighten her second son, she stepped on empty space and jumped from the window sill on the fifth floor. It was hard for her to have an airbag downstairs that saved her life.

Fu Zhi was sitting on the side of the ward, and the old lady Lu didn't even have the strength to speak, she was wearing an oxygen mask, "Grandma can't live anymore, it's all because of you, but grandma doesn't bother to blame you, Grandma's last wish is that you stop haggling with Wanwan."

Lu Chuwan's lawyer has done his best. He is very experienced. Starting from age, he has reached the age of fourteen and is under the age of eighteen. The original three-year sentence has been reduced to one year, and Lu Chuwan will be sent to the juvenile detention center.

Age saved her life.

Fu Zhi felt that Mrs. Lu would never learn to be content.

Lu Jingqing felt distressed and helpless for his mother, who had been waiting for him day and night for two days, and just came home today, only Fu Zhi, Lu Yumo and the old lady were left in the ward.

So Fu Zhi took out a copy of "Funeral Feng Shui" from his bag, "Don't talk about these useless things, I think you have nothing to love in life, so let's pick the coffin you like first."

Old lady Lu: "???"

The old lady Lu was stunned, she felt that she was alive and well, and she was only a few steps away from death, she was just scaring Fu Zhi.

Just hearing this, Lu Yumo's eyes lit up, he has always been informal, although the old lady Lu did not treat him as well as her eldest grandson, but he had a pure heart, and went to Fu Zhi's side to read Fengshui books with Fu Zhi.

The coffins in the picture are very expensive, there are millions of them, and it is marked that the shop will also give that kind of gold inlaid jade as funeral objects, but the style is too old-fashioned.

"Grandma likes green. Do you have a green-painted coffin?" Lu Yumo turned two pages back, "I still want the one with big red flowers. Grandma always wears big red flowers when she attends important occasions."

Fu Zhi hooked his lips, and looked at Lu Yumo meaningfully.

Plugging an earphone into his ear, he casually pointed to the cheapest coffin, "This one is good, and I will give you a ribbon."

"Why is the ribbon red? Is it too much like a gift box if tied with a knot? I don't think it's very good."

Lu Yumo chirped like an early bird, and the old lady Lu's complexion became darker and darker. Finally, she weakly raised her hand, picked up the chopsticks at the side, and smashed Lu Yumo's face.

Lu Yumo remained motionless.

The disposable chopsticks were not thrown out, but hit the old lady's own sheet instead.

Lu Yumo: "..."

The old lady Lu took a deep breath, "Fu Zhi, your cousin can compose music, you let her out, and when she gets to know the rich and powerful, she will introduce you to the wealthy families in the capital and lead you to live a life of a gentleman."

"But I think life is good now."

The old lady Lu gritted her teeth, "It's because you have lived in the country for a long time that you think the Lu family is good!"

She was so angry, "Why are you so ambitious?!"

"Even if I don't make progress, I know how to stick to the bottom line of being a human being."

Fu Zhi stood up, "What kind of original composer can a rubbish company like RM produce? Don't have these unrealistic dreams on Lu Chuwan."

"You go!" Seeing that it didn't make sense, the old lady Lu panted heavily, her eyes turned red, "Go away! I won't die! I'll tell my second son that you are bullying me!"

She curled up on the bed, feeling sorry for herself.

Before leaving, Fu Zhi threw the chopsticks on the corner of the quilt into the trash can.

Lu Yumo sighed, "You are so kind to grandma, and you don't forget the past."

Fu Zhi packed Xu Wei's Feng Shui funeral book into his bag, looked at Lu Yumo's side face with his cold eyes, and said calmly: "This way she will appear vexatious when she complains to her father."

Lu Yumo: "..."

*

The next day, No. 1 Middle School.

Lunch break at noon.

Fu Zhi came back from the milk tea shop.

It was almost half past twelve, and a group of people in the back row of Class 21 were still discussing something with their mobile phones, whispering.

It was rare that Song Fang and Zhou Zihuai also joined the discussion with serious expressions, and no one in the class was sleeping.

Zhou Zihuai seldom participated in this kind of gossip discussed by students, and even listened to it while writing questions with a pen and paper.

Fu Zhi pulled out an exercise book from his seat.

Song Fang noticed, and hooked her chair leg from behind, "Hey, sister, let me tell you something, our class is going to transfer a new transfer student, surnamed Ye, who seems to be a boy, but I heard from Lao Ma that he is physically weak. Not good, I asked the school for another annual leave."

He couldn't help laughing at the transfer student's coquettish manipulation, and after a while, he changed the subject again, with a rare admiration in his tone, "Also, Gu Yan has also returned to China, just today."

"Oh." Fu Zhi expressed in one word that she knew.

"Fuck, sister, you are too indifferent." Song Fang propped his chin and smiled, "You haven't heard of Gu Yan, have you?"

"No." With another low voice, Fu Zhi did two physics problems casually.

The exercise booklet was given by Li Nanli, and the questions were given by Shenghua. Fu Zhi recently got eye pain from playing games, so he used the questions as a small game to pass the time.

"Isn't it?" There was a little restlessness in the class:

"Gu Yan! She is very popular abroad! She was named the youngest psychotherapist! There are 40,000 to 50,000 fans on the Internet! She is a shame for us Chinese people!"

"And she is also a member of our National Institute of Physics. Last year, she ranked sixth in physics in the country!"

"The key to her sixth place is that she left early because she was not feeling well in the middle of the exam. This is the sixth place! A true physics genius!"

"It feels like she doesn't care much about fame and wealth, and she doesn't even bother to participate in these competitions. She is too versatile!"

A truly outstanding person will be admired by many people, such as the change in Class 21's attitude towards Fu Zhi, or their admiration for Gu Yan.

Song Fang said with emotion, "She will be assigned to Qian Wenrui's class when she comes back this time, right? Qian Wenrui just lost a favorite general."

Song Fang was talking about Lu Chuwan. The Lu family claimed to the school that Lu Chuwan was not in good health and was studying at home. Everyone discussed Lu Chuwan for a few days, but there was no clue about it. It was boring, so I stopped talking.

Zhou Zihuai nodded and said, "If there is a chance, I would like to ask her a few physics questions."

Song Fang and his team talked for half an hour, and they didn't break up until one o'clock.

The first class in the afternoon is Chinese class.

As soon as the male Chinese teacher entered the class, he rolled his eyes at Fu Zhi, "The mid-term exam is half a month away. For some pretty girls, it's fine if they don't do their homework. If they don't write essays for the exam, they will be everywhere. For me, I will quit my job and let you become a sinner of the whole class, washing your face with tears all day long!"

Fu Zhi: "..."

This operation is so coquettish, the whole class stares at Fu Zhi and smiles, Fu Zhi has nothing to say.