Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

That morning.

Haihai Bay Cemetery.

On this solemn day, the funeral of Shanghai business tycoon Chu Jincheng was held grandly. The funeral site was filled with grief and respect, and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Those who were fortunate enough to attend the funeral of Shanghai businessman Chu Jincheng were all big shots in both the business and political circles of Longhai City. They were either rich or noble. They all wore black suits, with solemn expressions, and bid farewell to this business legend.

These dignitaries spoke in low voices, as if silently expressing their deep sorrow for the deceased.

The sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds, which seemed to want to crush the earth, making people breathless, as if carrying all the sorrow of the world.

"Crack! Boom boom boom..."

The gloomy sky and the drizzle falling quietly added a sense of desolation to the funeral.

Today, Chu Yiren can still stunningly look beautiful even without makeup. She wears a simple and decent black suit with a white flower on her chest. As the new chairman of the Truman Group, she is definitely a domineering and beautiful president.

Chu Yiren stood in front of her father's tombstone, tears in her eyes but a cold expression on her face.

Tears welled up in Chu Yiren's eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.

Chu Yiren tried hard to keep her expression calm and indifferent, because she knew very well that at the age of 26, she succeeded as the chairman of the Truman Group. She had to inherit her father's legacy, move forward, and lead the Truman Group to a brighter future. She must not show her vulnerable side in front of others.

Although Chu Yiren was in great pain, she tried her best to make herself strong. As the big boss of the Chu Group, she had to remain strong and decent in front of her family members and have a strong aura at all times.

Sister-in-law Gu Keqing held an umbrella for Chu Yiren, her voice gentle and full of comfort.

"Yiren, if you want to cry, just cry!"

"Don't try to hold back your tears. It'll hurt your body. Daddy in heaven would be sad to see you so sad."

Chu Yiren nodded slightly, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of her mouth.

With red eyes, Chu Yiren looked at the photo on her father's tombstone. Those eyes that were once full of wisdom and love could only look at her quietly now.

Chu Yiren's eyes became redder and redder, with tears welling up in them, but she still tried hard to control her emotions and refused to let the tears fall.

Chu Tiannan, the president of the Truman Group, was also immersed in grief.

Chu Tiannan was seen tiredly entertaining guests who came to attend his father's funeral. His voice was already hoarse, but he politely accepted the greetings and consolation from the uncles and elders, and greeted the powerful uncles who saw his father off on his last journey.

After the funeral.

The guests attending the funeral left one after another.

Only important members of the Chu Group were left in front of the cemetery, including Chu Yiren's elder brother Chu Tiannan, sister-in-law Gu Keqing, uncle Chu Jinxuan, aunt Bai Xiaoping, cousin Chu Tianlei, and several cousins ​​with the surname Chu, all of whom were senior executives of the Truman Group.

The staff of the Truman Group's funeral committee were all wearing black suits and waiting not far away with serious expressions.

Chu Tiannan suppressed his sadness, slowly walked to his sister Chu Yiren, gently patted her shoulder, and comforted her: "Sister! The dead cannot be resurrected, don't be too sad, go back!"

Chu Yiren shook her head with red eyes: "You guys go first! I want to talk to dad alone and say goodbye to him."

Chu Yiren's voice was low and firm, revealing an unspeakable sadness.

Chu Tiannan glanced at the portrait on his father's tombstone, respected his sister Chu Yiren's wishes, turned around and told everyone to leave his father Chu Jincheng's grave.

Before leaving, Gu Keqing wanted to leave the umbrella to her sister-in-law Chu Yiren, but the heartbroken Chu Yiren declined.

Gu Keqing wanted to say something to comfort Chu Yiren, but in the end she just took a deep breath, did not speak a word, and silently left the cemetery with the members of the Chu Group.

So, in front of the cemetery in the drizzle, Chu Yiren stayed alone beside her father's tombstone. She gently stroked her father's portrait on the tombstone, as if she could feel the presence of her late father.

In a silent cemetery, Chu Yiren stood quietly in front of her father's tombstone, tall and upright, like a lonely black rose.

It seems that no matter what time, Chu Yiren's beauty is so heart-warming.

However, at this moment, Chu Yiren's beautiful face was filled with unconcealable sadness and pain.

Chu Yiren expressed her longing and reluctance in her heart, and when there was no one around, her tears finally couldn't be suppressed and she cried sadly.

Chu Yiren did not cry out loud, but just shed tears silently and said goodbye to her deceased father, mourning the loss of the person who loved her most in the world.

At this moment, Chu Yiren's pain of losing her father was so real and profound.

The unexpected death of her chaebol father was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Chu Yiren, who was spoiled like a princess, making her feel helpless and confused.

Today, Chu Yiren has become the new chairman of the Truman Group.

Chu Yiren shoulders enormous responsibilities and pressures. Not only does she have to manage a huge corporate empire, but she also has to face various challenges and doubts from the outside world.

After experiencing such a huge blow, Chu Yiren still has to face reality bravely and shoulder the responsibility of the family.

Chu Yiren knows very well that only by living up to her father's expectations and leading the Truman Group to greater glory can her father's spirit rest in peace.

But at this moment, Chu Yiren, the billionaire female tycoon, is just a girl who lost her father, and her heart is full of longing and attachment to her deceased father.

Although this funeral was decent and solemn, it could not conceal the sadness and grief behind it.

"Crack! Boom boom boom..."

The cold rain fell mercilessly on the earth, washing the graves in the cemetery, as if to submerge everything.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, soaking Chu Yiren's black suit. The raindrops hit her pretty little face and mixed with her tears, making her, who was already pitiful, look even more pitiful.

Chu Yiren stood quietly in the rain, letting the rain wet her body, but she seemed not to feel a bit of coldness, and was so sad.

The rain was still falling, forming a strange resonance with Chu Yiren's broken heart.

Chu Yiren recalled the good old days when her father loved her so much, but now they have become irretrievable memories.

Tears mixed with rain slid down Chu Yiren's beautiful cheeks, silently telling of her sad heartache over the loss of her father.

Just when Chu Yiren was standing in front of her father's tombstone and was feeling the saddest, a black umbrella blocked the cold rain for her, as if it was holding up the sky for her.

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella makes a ticking sound, as if the sky is whispering to the earth.

Chu Yiren looked back with tears in her eyes and saw clearly the man holding an umbrella for her from behind. It was Lin Lang, who was late in picking up girls. He was looking at her with an apologetic look and eyes full of heartache.

At the moment when the two looked at each other, thunder sounded again in the sky.

"Crack! Boom boom boom..."

Lin Lang, who was a little worried that he would be struck by lightning, said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, Sister Yiren, I'm late!"

Chu Yiren was extremely sad. With tears in her eyes, she pursed her lips and said, "Alang, where have you been for the past two days without accompanying me?"

"Uh……"

Lin Lang could only lie and said, "Sister Yiren, I also experienced the pain of losing a loved one. At that time, I was most afraid of being disturbed and just wanted to be alone quietly. I mistakenly thought that you didn't want to be disturbed either, so I didn't dare to contact you."

Chu Yiren believed Lin Lang's lies and did not pretend in front of him, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Lang held the umbrella with his left hand, raised his right hand to gently wipe Chu Yiren's tears, and comforted her distressedly: "Don't cry anymore, dear!"

"The dead cannot be resurrected, please accept my condolences!"

Chu Yiren's delicate body trembled slightly. She gently leaned her head on Lin Lang's broad and solid shoulders. Tears flowed out like a broken dam. She said in a choked voice: "Alang, let me borrow your shoulder to lean on!"

"After my father passed away, you are the only one in this big world who can give me a sense of security."

Lin Lang gently stroked the sad Chu Yiren, letting her tears fall on his shoulders, and comforted her softly: "Sister Yiren, you not only have me, but also your big brother Chu Tiannan!"

Chu Yiren actually cried and replied: "The love between brothers and sisters in wealthy families is weak. They don't talk about family affection, but only about interests. Now only by your side can I feel a rare sense of peace and warmth."

Lin Lang gently stroked Chu Yiren's hair that was wet by the rain, feeling the sadness deep in her heart, and comforted her in a low and gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, dear!"

"I will be with you for the rest of your life. No matter what difficulties and obstacles you may encounter in the future, I will never leave you. I will always be by your side and will never allow anyone to hurt you!"

Chu Yiren felt warm in her heart after hearing this, and was very moved. She leaned on Lin Lang's shoulder and complained: "Alang, why do you still smell like a woman's perfume?"

"Uh……"

Lin Lang felt embarrassed after hearing this, and only then did he realize that he had been scented with Ma Xiaofei's perfume when he was having a passionate time with her.

Lin Lang's mind went blank for a moment, and he lied hastily, "It must be that when I was taking the elevator, my female neighbor sprayed perfume in the elevator, and it splashed a little on my clothes."

Chu Yiren didn't believe it at all, but she didn't want to worry about whether Lin Lang had an affair with another woman on the day of her father's burial.

So, Chu Yiren wiped her tears, and after returning to her aloof demeanor, she looked at Lin Lang's guilty eyes with a death gaze, and said coldly: "Don't let me smell this kind of vulgar smell on you again in the future."

"If you have a need that I can't satisfy, you have to find some high-end goods."

"I can allow you to have women outside, but you can't have any feelings for them. Just play around with them."

"Although I don't want to do anything to you, if I find out that you have feelings for a woman outside, don't blame me for sending someone to throw her into the high seas to feed the sharks."

After hearing this, Lin Lang wiped the sweat off his forehead and said weakly, "Sister Yiren's character is really that of a decisive and murderous female tycoon!"

Chu Yiren raised her beautiful face and replied arrogantly: "Without thunderous means and a cold-blooded heart, how can I protect the huge family business of the Chu Group?"

"Alang, I have given you all my tenderness and love. Don't let me down!"

After hearing this, Lin Lang embraced Chu Yiren again and said affectionately: "I want you to accompany me for the rest of my life, what else can I ask for?!"

The raindrops kept hitting their umbrellas, making a crackling sound. The rain slid down the umbrellas, forming crystal clear water curtains that separated the world into two different spaces.

Chu Yiren snuggled in Lin Lang's arms, her eyes red as she cried, "If you lie in front of my father's grave, be careful that he takes you away~"

Lin Lang broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this.

Then, another thunderclap sounded in the sky, "Crack~Boom~Boom..."

Lin Lang, feeling somewhat guilty, said weakly, "My dear, you are soaked by the rain. If you don't go back, you will catch a cold. You have just succeeded as the chairman of the Truman Group and you still have a lot of official duties to hand over. You must not get sick!"

"Yeah." Chu Yiren nodded gently.

After Lin Lang paid respectful tribute at the grave of his deceased "father-in-law", he slowly left the cemetery, holding a black umbrella in one hand and Chu Yiren's shoulder with the other.

In the heavy rain, Lin Lang held an umbrella for the beautiful Chu Yiren. Both of them were dressed in black. The visual effect of the handsome man and beautiful woman walking closely in the rain was like a stunning ink painting.