Domestic Mammon

The Morikawa family is a mafia family with a long history. As early as the early days of the Shogunate, its influence had spread over most of Japan.At the most glorious time, it even surpassed many organizations such as the Yamaguchi-gumi and became a veritable leader.

However, the decline after the glory is also a historical necessity.After the ninth patriarch took over, the Morikawa family began to go downhill, and the sphere of influence gradually narrowed. It was not until the appearance of the No. 11 patriarch that everything in the Morikawa family was restored and put on the right track.

As for the No.12 Patriarch, although he didn't make any big achievements, he also led the Morikawa family to flourish.But today is his funeral.

Miyamoto Sakuraki couldn't tell how she felt right now.Let's say it's sad, but it doesn't look like it.Say it's not sad, and it's not.Her mood was very complicated, a little relieved and a little melancholy, and even a little sad.

That incomparable man, her father, died like this?

Not dying in a gang fight or some other honorable way of dying, just sickness made him succumb.Even he himself never imagined that one day he would die like this.How could he accept it!

It was with such complicated feelings that Sakuraki Miyamoto walked into the mourning hall with the servants of the Morikawa family.

She had changed into mourning clothes when she came, so she was not conspicuous at all in the crowd.However, her appearance still attracted the attention of many people.

As the illegitimate daughter of the Morikawa family, her existence has always been dishonorable.

This point, she is quite clear.

In the center of the mourning hall stood a woman dressed in black.She turned her back to everyone, her long hair stood up high and fell behind her head.

This woman, this is the current head of the Morikawa family, Morikawa Ye known as the "Queen of the Underworld".At this time, she was looking at the coffin where the corpse was stored, and she was indifferent to the surrounding sounds.

until--

"You're finally here." She turned around and looked at Miyamoto Sakuraki, the corner of her mouth seemed to curl up slightly.

But she was not smiling.Miyamoto Sakura knew the woman in front of her very well, even including her tiny features, such as the curvature of the corners of the mouth that kept rising.

"I'm here." She replied.

"Father has been waiting for you for a long time. But he didn't see you in the end." When Morikawa Ye said this, his eyes were fixed on Miyamoto Sakuraki's expression, and his originally calm tone was also a little angry, " Do you know how much Father wishes to see you again before he dies?!"

"I didn't bring my mobile phone with me when I went out." Sakuraki Miyamoto's voice didn't fluctuate, and she seemed calmer than Ye Morikawa.

"Don't forget, your surname is Morikawa!"

"I think I should reiterate that my current name is Miyamoto Sakuraki, and I have nothing to do with your Morikawa family."

"But after all, the blood of the Morikawa family is flowing in your body! Your father has passed away, don't you still refuse to let go of the past?!" Morikawa Ye became more emotional, "You will never deny your blood relationship! No possible!"

Morikawa Ye's voice finally attracted the attention of most people, and in an instant, the two of them became the focus of the mourning hall.

"It's not a good thing for you to let me go back to Morikawa's house." Sakuraki Miyamoto hooked Goujun mockingly, "Are you so eager to want more people who will compete with you for the family property?" She The volume of the voice was not deliberately lowered, so many people around heard it, and immediately started talking about it.

"Nonsense! You are my younger sister and the second heir of the Morikawa family. It is only natural for you to come back."

"...I won't go back to Morikawa's house." After a strange silence for a few seconds, Sakuraki Miyamoto replied, "I will leave after attending the funeral."

In the end, Sakuraki Miyamoto still failed to return home smoothly.Mori Chuanye sent someone to stop her and let her live in the original room.

How many years have you been away from this place?

Miyamoto Sakura raised her hand and gently stroked the wall. The paint on the wall had already begun to fade, but all the arrangements were the same as when she left, without any change.You can tell that someone has taken good care of this little place.

That person knew without guessing that there would be no one else except Morikawa Ye.

What made her keep doing it?The so-called blood relationship?She doesn't believe it.

Sakuraki Miyamoto looked around, then walked to a certain drawer and opened it - inside was a yellowed photo.She turned the photo over.There are four people in the photo, and one of them is a young woman in a long white dress with a very gentle smile, as if she has the joy of owning the whole world.

"...Mom." She called out in a low voice.

"Is she your mother?" Mamon climbed onto her shoulder at some point and asked curiously while looking at the photo.

"...Yeah." Sakuraki Miyamoto nodded.

"You're not in a good mood today." Mamon stated flatly.He and Miyamoto Sakuraki have known each other for less than three days, but unexpectedly, he already knows her very well.

"Actually, I also find it strange..." Sakuraki Miyamoto leaned against the window, looked past the building in front, and stared straight at the direction of the mourning hall, "At first, I thought, I hate him. I hate him to the bone, even if he dies. I will never forgive him. But now that he is really dead, I don't hate him so much. I even think, if he is still alive, will I forgive him..."

"...It's a strange mentality, right? Humans are always like this. If you don't experience loss, you can't learn to cherish it."

"Speaking of which, I'm really... a little sad..."

She said, lowering her head slightly.Mamun saw a crystal tear sliding down her cheek gently.

she cried.

Mamon, who had never comforted others before and didn't know how to do so, was at a loss.In his opinion, Miyamoto Sakuraki has always been a very mature woman even though she committed a crime, and she would not show such a vulnerable side in front of others, but now, this conclusion has been overturned.

"You... don't cry." After struggling for a long time, Mamon finally stretched out her small hand and gently wiped away the tear hanging from the corner of her eye.

"Hey, Marmon sauce."

"...?"

"Want to hear a story..."