The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

The complexity of the problem.

It has already surpassed Lu Yuan's descriptive abilities.

But in this critical situation, Lu Yuan actually smiled with surprise:

"Thank goodness, my dad's not dead!"

"He's dead," the woman in mourning said with certainty.

Lu Yuan's smile vanished in an instant. Since things had come to this, he might as well try to establish a connection with his relatives.

"elder sister."

Lu Yuan immediately recognized her as his sister.

But the woman, dressed in mourning clothes, clearly did not want to accept him as her younger brother.

Her eyes slanted upwards, and she just kept muttering:

"Little Bastard"

"Then you're a bastard."

"Say it again?"

"Isn't the little bastard's sister the big bastard?"

These words were spoken.

The woman in mourning stood frozen for a moment, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes:

Do you know where this is?

"Old Ye... the old gang leader's coffin, I suppose."

"Believe it or not, I'll shoot you dead."

"I don't believe it."

Lu Yuan shook his head; it wasn't just him being stubborn.

He asked with surprise, "The old gang leader isn't dead?" but was merely ruling out the possibility.

Who knows if he's faking his death or something?

The "old bastard" he almost blurted out just now wasn't simply meant to insult the deceased old gang leader.

Just as the words "old and wild" were about to be uttered.

He could clearly see that the woman's expression was tense, her anger was evident in her eyes, and she was subtly reaching for something.

This shows that offending the old gang leader was something she could not accept.

Simply put, this woman has acknowledged her father as her father, and her level of filial piety seems to be quite high.

They get furious even from a verbal offense.

So, the matter of "the old gang leader's body not being in the coffin" is...

It's probably not her who did it.

The old gang leader did not fake his death.

The body could not be laid to rest.

This is undoubtedly an infuriating thing for a filial daughter.

Logically, she should have loudly denounced and identified the troublemaker.

But look what she's doing?

"All you can do is put on airs with a little bastard like me."

Lu Yuan pursed his lips.

The older sister stopped calling out, stopped trying to climb out of the coffin, and stopped wearing that ingratiating smile.

He then lay down.

Start enjoying this expensive-looking coffin.

This is clearly for rich people. He probably won't be able to afford it when he dies, so he might as well try it out now.

He didn't forget to take a moment to gossip:

"Stop pretending, we're in the same boat."

"Who exactly are you?"

The woman in mourning clothes squinted at him.

Lu Yuan, intending to continue the charade, answered decisively: "I'm your younger brother."

"What's your name, Huang?"

"My name isn't Huang something, it's Lu Yuan."

"How could my dad's son not have the surname Huang?"

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Lu Yuan could easily make up a name: Huang Batian, Huang Gou Da, pornographic website, gold price increase...

But if we start proving ourselves now, then there will be an endless stream of self-proving.

There is a risk if you don't give a perfect answer even once.

Moreover, if we don't take the initiative now, when will we?

of course.

Taking the initiative isn't something you can gain just by showing off.

"I'm here to help you. Old Huang left me a message before he died."

Lu Yuan said this without even blushing.

There's a saying about "drawing a pie in the sky"—it must be used in conjunction with showing off.

If it's too lowbrow, it's just empty promises; if it's too highbrow, it's policy.

"So tell me the general situation now."

"My father died of poisoning the day before yesterday, but his body disappeared during the autopsy. This must have been done by the reformists."

"I get it, they killed people."

"Yes, if the body cannot be found, it cannot be proven that my father was poisoned. In the case of natural death, the next gang leader must be elected."

"That's not how it's portrayed in the TV series. The old gang leader's remains have vanished; they should have found someone to temporarily take charge, and then mobilized the entire gang to search for the body!"

"That's what I suggested to my traditional uncles, and they agreed."

"Then why hold a funeral?"

"The traditionalists also wanted me dead because my father left a will long ago designating me as the next gang heir, but they were unhappy that the gang leader was a woman."

Reformers are money-grubbing.

Traditionalists value etiquette and rituals.

Lu Yuan spent a long time sorting things out.

Only then did I manage to piece together a complete line of thought from this unfamiliar information.

"The funeral marks the end of the old gang leader's life. After the funeral, the next gang leader will be confirmed, which is you."

"right."

"The reformers were originally wolves who wanted to seize the position of gang leader; they originally wanted to kill you."

The traditionalists, who should have been your supporters, also wanted to kill you through the infighting between the two factions at your funeral. That way, your death wouldn't be attributed to them, but rather to the rebellion of the reformists.

Because choosing the next leader is clearly more important than choosing the deceased old leader.

"right."

"After all that deliberation, I ended up choosing the worst faction."

Lu Yuan finally understood the situation.

He initially joined the traditionalists, then became a fence-sitter and chose the seemingly more radical reformists, and finally ended up hiding in the coffin of the old gang leader.

As expected, those who serve three masters never have a good end.

The woman in mourning clothes kept glancing at Lu Yuan.

She also realized that the man in front of her probably had ulterior motives.

She leaned over the coffin and sighed, saying, "I don't know if what you're saying is true or false, but you don't have to die."

Why?

"Because the traditionalists now need a son like my dad."

The woman in mourning glanced at the still-arguing hall, then turned to look at her father's photo on the altar.

He lowered his head and said quietly:

"Whether you are a real illegitimate child or not, you are the only illegitimate child who publicly acknowledged his identity after my father's death, especially at a funeral, so they will definitely acknowledge you."

"I know."

Lu Yuan had certainly thought of this, but he didn't expect the woman to bring it up on her own initiative.

Is it true that a dying person's words are good?

She seemed to have already accepted her fate.

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on her face, and her hair, which had been tied up, was loosened.

He ignored the frantic arguing in the auditorium behind him.

She simply kept giving instructions as she arranged her father's memorial tablet:

"Remember to give yourself a surname Huang, so those old folks won't nag you about it."

"Your father may have led a somewhat chaotic life, but he was serious and responsible towards the gang, so he didn't leave you any extra assets."

"But I can leave my property to you. Since you call me sister, I'll leave you a way out."

"Although you might survive if you fall into the hands of the traditionalists, you'll mostly be a tool. If things go wrong, you'll have to run back to the mainland as soon as possible."

"I remember to burn incense for Dad on the anniversary of his death every year."

It's unclear whether this older sister truly accepts Lu Yuan's identity.

It was a last resort.

In short, these rambling thoughts before one knows they are about to die are still quite touching.

So Lu Yuan stopped her from continuing.

"Stop talking, or I'll get emotional, and I tend to act impulsively when I'm moved."

Lu Yuan came with a mission: to become a great underling in the underworld.

Instead of dead gangsters.

Clearly, what he should do is immediately go to the traditionalists and become their heir.

He turned his head away from the woman in mourning clothes and instead looked up in the direction of the traditionalists.

Indeed, some people have been secretly eyeing him.

Although his act of climbing over the coffin was presumptuous and caused dissatisfaction among many old people.

But he was useful.

Lu Yuan didn't go over immediately, but picked up the incense.

They respectfully offered incense at the memorial tablet of the old gang leader.

That "Dad" was well-deserved; he truly became the crown prince.

"I didn't call you 'Dad' for nothing."

Lu Yuan spoke earnestly to the memorial tablet of the old gang leader.

Then he turned and left the coffin, walking towards the direction of the traditionalists in the distance.

Before leaving, he asked the woman in mourning clothes:

"By the way, sister, what's your name?"

"Yellow Cure."

"You don't look healing at all."