Although Keiko and Yan Shaohuang had already sent Yan Boyan to the hospital as quickly as possible; Although the doctors had tried their best to save him, God still didn't let Yan Boyan's life continue after all.

When the doctor told Keiko's mother and son Yan Boyan the news of the death of her mother and son Yan Boyan with a sad face on her face, Keiko couldn't help but grief and fainted in her son's arms.

The mother was grief-stricken, and the young emperor was heartache and couldn't extricate himself! Unconsciously, the golden man's tears poured out unscrupulously!

The deceased is gone, no matter how sad you are, life must always move forward. With the full assistance of relatives and friends, Yan Boyan's funeral was held in a grand and grand manner, with celebrities from the political and business circles coming to mourn, and the newly appointed mayor of Night City also sent a personal secretary to send a wreath and offer condolences on his behalf.

Although his father gave almost all his love to his second son during his lifetime, and although his old man has been snubbing and alienating him because of the eight-character problem, Cheng Zhimei has never blamed him, really, never!

He missed the two months he had with his father before he died, and he wanted to become an all-powerful magician and keep that good time forever!

When he accidentally learned about his father's death from a colleague, he felt as if the sky had fallen, and he felt that it was difficult to breathe! He took off his work clothes in a daze, drove back home in a trance, hugged the only happy photo with his father, he could no longer suppress his grief, crying heartbreakingly, venting his sadness to the fullest!

His mother is gone, and now his father is gone, and he has no relatives, no more, nothing left!

Although Keiko and Yan Shaohuang hated his appearance, after all, he was his father's biological son, and the relatives and friends of the Yan family also knew about his existence! If he is not allowed to bow in front of his father's spiritual seat, it is unreasonable. So even if there are thousands of people who are unwilling in their hearts, they have to let Cheng Zhimei attend Yan Boyan's funeral!

The sky was gray, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, soaking the black umbrellas of everyone present at the burial ceremony. Bean-sized raindrops dripped down the umbrella bones and hit their grieving hearts.

Although the relatives and friends of the Yan family knew that Cheng Zhimei was the eldest son of the Yan family, and they also knew that he should be holding Yan Boyan's tablet, when it was up to Yan Shaohuang to do it, no one raised any objections.

It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter, he is already very satisfied to be able to see his father on his last journey, and he won't care about the rest at all.

"Buried!" With a shout from the feng shui master, Yan Boyan's coffin slowly moved downward, and just as the coffin fell heavily into the tomb, Keiko, the young emperor, and Zhimei couldn't help but cry loudly: "Boyan, father, go all the way!" ”

When it was almost noon, relatives and friends said goodbye one after another. In the end, only Keiko, Shaohuang, Manyin and Cheng Zhimei remained.

When Cheng Zhimei bowed to her father's spiritual seat for the last time and was about to turn around and leave, Keiko stopped him lightly.

"Auntie, is there anything else you have to do?" Cheng Zhimei asked politely.

Keiko looked at him expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Your father left in a hurry and didn't have time to make a will, but he once told me before his death that he would hand over Shenghuang to the young emperor to take care of, and most of the properties and properties in his name will also be inherited by our mother and son......"

"Auntie, don't say it again, I never thought of asking my father for a penny, his inheritance is up to you, I won't have any objections!" Cheng Zhimei didn't want Keiko to say any more, so she categorically cut off what she wanted to continue.

After hearing this, Keiko was overjoyed in her heart, but she still didn't change her face and pretended to be fair and said to Cheng Zhimei: "That's not good, after all, you are also Boyan's biological son, if you don't have anything, you will let relatives and friends say that my stepmother favors one over the other."

In this case, let me discuss with Mr. Chen to see how your father's estate should be reasonably distributed! I'll let you know when the time comes, okay? ”

Cheng Zhimei nodded, smiled, turned around and left slowly.