Feng Shu once felt a genuine admiration for Xu Zhehan, the underground emperor of the Jiangnan Region.

Thus, one day, Xu Zhehan led a convoy of luxury cars including dozens of Rolls Royces, Maybachs, and Bentleys to appear at the doorstep of Feng Shu's house.

At that time, he spoke to Feng Shu in a calm manner: "Will you be my woman?"

Feng Shu was very young back then, barely in her early twenties, so she considered this legendary underground emperor to be incredibly cold and arrogant.

Even a gentle confession of love was expressed in such an icy manner.

But in the end, perhaps Feng Shu believed that this was love, so in her confusion, she accepted Xu Zhehan's confession.

Yet looking back now, Feng Shu felt that her feelings towards Xu Zhehan and Su Ming were completely different.

For the former, it was more admiration and reverence, while for the latter, there seemed to be more of a sense of happiness.

Thinking of this, Feng Shu's heart involuntarily grew anxious, and she glanced at the handsome and charming man in front of her.

In her heart, she continuously murmured:

"Feng Shu, oh Feng Shu, you are the underground empress of the Jiangnan Region, the helmswoman of the Xu Family Group, how could you develop such feelings for a man?"

However, the more Feng Shu suppressed her emotions, the more this strange sense of happiness and affection would burst forth uncontrollably, leaving her unable to control it.

Until finally, Feng Shu completely gave up, waved her hand at the crowd standing in the living room, and said:

"I'm fine, all of you go out now, I'm feeling a bit tired and want to go back to my room to rest."

After saying this, Feng Shu rubbed her temples and dragged her slightly fatigued body upstairs.

"Yes, Miss Feng!"

The group of men in black suits responded in unison and then respectfully exited the villa.

At this moment, A Yong looked at Su Ming with eyes filled with importance and admiration.

He originally thought Su Ming was just an ordinary friend Feng Shu brought along.

But unexpectedly, this seemingly slender young man, appearing as if he couldn't even truss a chicken,

actually held his own against someone as insidious and ruthless as Liu Ruili.

This astonished him, and made him regard Su Ming with newfound respect.

A Li at this time glanced at Su Ming indifferently, a look of approval appeared on his face.

He had long known Su Ming's skills and had witnessed his ruthlessness back at Emperor Bar.

So A Li found it unsurprising that Su Ming could achieve such impressive feats.

The next day, Su Ming woke up from the bed in the bedroom, and after washing up he went to the living room.

At this time, he saw Feng Shu sitting on the sofa, her expression more solemn than usual, faintly revealing a bit of somberness and sorrow.

She was wearing a black fitted cheongsam, with no decoration, except for a white flower pinned to her chest.

After seeing Su Ming, a wave of emotion finally surfaced in the depths of Feng Shu's indifferent eyes.

Then she spoke in a cool voice: "Su Ming, after breakfast, take me to the place where that courtyard is located."

After saying this, Feng Shu slowly walked towards the dining table.

Once she reached the dining table, she gracefully sat down, exuding a noble and elegant aura in every gesture.

Su Ming nodded in response and then sat across from her.

While eating, he glanced towards Feng Shu on the opposite side.

He found that this cold and aloof empress, at this moment, was like a nearly withered flower, her mood particularly heavy.

After eating a few bites of porridge, Feng Shu felt she had lost her appetite, stood up directly, and turned to walk outside the villa.

Seeing this, Su Ming instantly knew that something must have happened.

Otherwise, this usually indifferent and cool empress could not possibly reveal such a heavy and oppressed mood.

After finishing breakfast, Su Ming drove a Rolls Royce Phantom, taking Feng Shu to the Xu Family's large courtyard.

When Su Ming and Feng Shu entered a room on the second floor, they immediately understood what had happened.

Su Ming also walked into the room, finding the same group of people from that day still present.

However, as time passed, more luxury cars entered the Xu Family large courtyard.

Several of the license plates had identical numbers, indicating that the owners of such plates must be of significant stature.

Su Ming saw Xu Yaqi and Feng Shu enter the inner room, followed by cries intermixed with sobs.

"Daddy! How could you leave us without a word?"

This cry came from Xu Yaqi, while Feng Shu stood in front of Xu Chongzhi's bed, without saying a word.

She merely bit her lip gently, her face pale, her eyes seemingly devoid of any expression.

But those who knew her knew that this look of Feng Shu's was extremely sorrowful.

She looked at this thin, skeleton-like old man in front of her, whose pale face still revealed an aura of peace.

Feng Shu seemed to recall moments from the past, and finally, a few teardrops formed in her eyes.

At last, they slowly rolled down her flawless, exquisitely beautiful cheek.

The sorrowful atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire room.

This once renowned pragmatist businessman finally succumbed to cancer.

A short while later, Su Ming saw a few men in black jackets, who appeared to be of prominent status, enter the room from outside.

"Secretary Zhang, Mayor Li..."

The people in the surroundings greeted them respectfully.

Only then did Su Ming realize that the key leaders of Fucheng were all present in this room.

They waved their hands, having their subordinates bring in wreaths, with black brush characters written on the white ribbons.

They were also informed that this renowned pragmatist tycoon of the Jiangnan Region had passed away.

Thus they came to pay their respects to Xu Chongzhi, to express their own sorrow and reverence.

After a while, the old master Xu's body was placed in a coffin, which was then carried to a grave site.

Reporters from Fucheng's news media arrived upon hearing the news, setting up their cameras not far away, ready to capture this solemn and poignant moment.

Leaders from Fucheng's core circle gathered around to view the remains of the legendary pragmatist businessman for one last time.

Local news stations in Fucheng, Provincial City stations, and even national news channels all reported the sad news of the old master Xu's passing.

It seemed the news of the passing of this legendary figure stirred a significant uproar.

This revealed just how powerful Xu Chongzhi's influence was.

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