C2 Coronation of King

After the funeral, the young lady of Lin family stayed in front of the mourning hall for a long time. Her pupils were still reflecting the flickering candlelight. Yanh Yang stood beside her, quietly accompanying her in her mourning.

After a long time, when the twilight had completely fallen, she stood up and turned back to the Lin family without looking at her husband.

Ever since she got married a few years ago, the young lady of the Lin family had always treated him with such an aloof attitude. Not to mention the love between husband and wife, she didn't even speak much to her husband. It was as if the two of them were living in the same room.

They were strangers under the roof. Yanh Yang could actually quite understand her. If his husband was a person who did not do proper work and was like a hooligan all day long, he would probably be angry too. He would not even bother to talk to him.

However, there was a reason why he did not do proper work. It was just that he could not tell others about it.

Yanh Yang opened the key to the door and saw Lin Yan sitting on the sofa with red eyes the moment he opened the door. Yanh Yang's eyes slightly wavered for a moment. Then he sat beside Lin Yan and pulled the shoulder of the young lady from the Lin family over.

"What are you doing?"

Just as Lin Yan was about to get angry at him, Yanh Yang slowly opened his eyes which were aimed at Lin Yan's pupils. Lin Yan's resistance instantly froze on the spot.

"Listen up, Lin Yan." Yanh Yang's voice was a little strange, but it was also so low that it sounded like an echo from an abyss. "From now on, what you need to do is to make your heart sad. For now.

Forget it. Go back to your room and sleep. "

Lin Yan nodded muddle-headedly. To ensure the quality of sleep, Yanh Yang heated another cup of hot milk for his wife. He watched her obediently drink it before letting her into the bedroom door.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, my ability hasn't deteriorated at all."

Yanh Yang smiled bitterly, then clenched the key in his hand and left the villa again.

Half an hour later, in the capital cemetery.

"Old man, I came to see you."

Yanh Yang gently sat in front of a grand new grave, smiling as he placed a tender yellow daffodil in his hand onto the gravestone. This daisies is so small and plain, it simply doesn't fit in with the flowers on the side. But only that young one.

The chrysanthemum is so firm and sad, as if she's reciting a song for the dead.

And the words on the inscription were wild and unrestrained. It was the work of the Lin family's Great-Grandfather.

Yanh Yang still remembered the expression on the old man's face when he was writing inscriptions on his tombstone.

"Today... I burned a painting for you. I wonder if you received it over there?" Yanh Yang's voice trembled slightly. He lowered his head. It was as if he did not want anyone to see his current appearance.... "You keep saying that...

I really like Elder Shen's paintings. I finally got one for you after going through so much trouble. It's a pity that your son, that good-for-nothing, fell to the ground for you. It's probably a little dirty. I hope you don't mind. "

Speaking up to this point, he slowly sniffed.

"You always say you don't want to see me sad, so I didn't cry at your funeral." Yanh Yang was still smiling, but his tone was shaking. "Yanyan cried all night. Her eyes were swollen at the funeral today.

I... I didn't manage to coax her. I'm sorry... Your son, your son didn't shed a single tear. I knew it! " At this point, his voice was mixed with a raspy voice that sounded like an angry roar. When he saw the inscription on the tombstone,

However, he calmed down again. In a sorry state, he wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve.

... "Don't worry." Yanh Yang stood up, bit his teeth, and carefully made an oath to the monument of the dead: "I will treat her well. Even if the whole world is against her, I will stand.

On her side, support another sky for her"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

The Hinagiku on the tombstone swayed in the wind, like a farewell gift from a dead person.

On the second day of the funeral, since the old master of the Lin family had already been buried, the authority of the Lin family naturally fell on the current head of the Lin family - Lin Yu.

Yanh Yang had actually had some expectations for the old master's useless son, but after spending some time with him, He had completely given up on this useless piece of meat. After learning that Lin Yu had inherited the old man's life,

Then, he slowly raised his middle finger.

Reality proved that Lin Yu did not disappoint Yanh Yang. On the first day of his promotion, he could not wait to sign dozens of investments. He diluted the fixed shares of the company. After tasting the cash flow. Yue

The more sweet the taste, the more Lin Yu could not get out of control. He ignored his daughter's warning and basically did not manage the resources in his hands. Originally, the branch of the Lin family that was like a towering tree that was separated from each other but firm slowly broke apart.

The powerful foundation of the Lin family, which had been in the capital for a hundred years without showing any signs of decline, was completely eaten up by Lin Yu in just three days, leaving only an empty shell on the spot.

Finally, three days after Lin Yu was promoted, the people of the Lin family, who were bribed by the shareholders, joined forces. They had collectively forced Lin Yu, this rotten piece of wood, to get rid of his position as the patriarch of the Lin family. To them, it was better to let Lin Yu be an independent and foolish man. Bai!

They might as well choose another patriarch of the Lin family to help them get the position.

"He's like a piece of trash stuck at the corner of the sewers. His whole purpose is to emit a disgusting stench and block the flow of clear water." Yanh Yang made the evaluation as described in the face of such a foolish act.

Lin Yan looked at the company's terrifying performance that went down in a straight line. Her face was as pale as a dead person's and did not have any chance of survival.

Yanh Yang looked at her frail back, and hesitantly opened the phone book. Then, he dialed a certain number with great difficulty.

He had always had the chance to call this number, but he really did not want to use it.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was at the end of his rope, he might have continued to hesitate.

"... " Hey."

After waiting for the call to be made, Yanh Yang answered in a low voice.

The moment he opened his mouth, the other end of the phone fell into a suffocating silence.

Then...

"Is... is it the king?"

The other party asked carefully, almost crying tears of joy.

"It's a king!" "Is it really a king?" "Yes!" "Our king has returned! " " Our wish has finally been fulfilled! "

Their voices were clamorous and chaotic, and only their joy remained unchanged.

Yanh Yang clicked his tongue uneasily. "Get lost, I quit long ago!"

"No! You are our king!" The other party's words were loud and clear. From that tone, he could only hear their deep-rooted loyalty: "In our eyes, you are the only king in this world! That is you, the Left King! "

Finally, they said so.

"... " Welcome back, our king "

They were like the most devout believers, but also like knights who risked their lives to protect the king.

They would only serve one person in their lifetime, they were willing to shed their blood for their king, letting the king's light shine on the ground.

They lived their entire lives for the king.