Zhuang Ling attended Shu Boheng's funeral in a spiritual form.

It was drizzling with a misty rain that day, and the weather was very cold. The Changshan Funeral Parlor in the western suburbs witnessed for the first time a gathering of influential figures from all walks of life. Some of them even appeared frequently on television. However, today, they all wore black suits, donned white flowers on their chests, and held black umbrellas as they orderly ascended the steps, entering the hall filled with a somber atmosphere.

Inside, there lay a young man who was not yet thirty. However, nobody dared to underestimate him.

Everyone knows that Uncle Shu Boheng from the Shu family is a legendary figure. Ten years ago, during the global financial crisis that swept the world, Chairman Shu of the Shu Corporation fell victim to a careless blow, and the Shu family instantly lost all their wealth and were burdened with massive debts. At the time, Shu Boheng, who was only nineteen years old, hastily ended his studies and returned to his home country to take on the daunting task of rebuilding the Shu Corporation and spend the next ten years repaying his father's debts.

People only see the vastness and might of the Tianheng Empire today, but they are unaware that all the money it made in recent years went into the pockets of the banks. In doing so, he sacrificed his health, freedom, and love.

It is such a person who appears as strong as steel to outsiders, yet he hurriedly ended his nearly thirty-year life. When the obituary was released, almost no one believed it.

Zhuang Ling wandered among the bustling funeral hall, unnoticed by anyone except himself.

He looked at Shu Zhongchen, who used to be a playboy, and overnight transformed into someone who could handle things on his own. With the support of Zhou Cheng, he took charge of his eldest brother's affairs.

Watching as the youngest Miss Shu from the Shu family stood at the very end, tears streaming down her face, she still maintained the demeanor of a refined young lady, bowing to the guests who came to pay their respects.

Zhuang Ling felt a piercing pain that seemed to tear his whole soul apart. He floated over to the side of the ice coffin and looked down. Shu Boheng lay there peacefully, as if he was only sleeping. His hands were crossed over his abdomen, giving off an air of solemnity and order. Zhuang Ling couldn't help but wonder, who would organize his own memorial service? Who would take care of everything for him?

Zhuang Ling had thought before that if he were to die, the one who would handle his funeral arrangements must be Shu Boheng.

But now, Shu Boheng is also dead.

Why did he die?

I heard that President Shu was actually in really bad shape back then, but he just pretended to be fine so that we wouldn't notice.

"Yeah... my aunt works at the Boren Hospital. According to her... it's a miracle that he's been able to hold on for so long with stage three heart failure. Zhaung Ling's death was just the last straw that broke the camel's back."

"Zhuang Ling? That actor with no screen emperor's fate? What does it have to do with him again?"

You don't know yet, but CEO Shu fell ill after witnessing Zhuang Ling getting hit by a falling chandelier. I heard that his heart had already stopped beating before he was taken into the operating room."

"This is truly... an intense affection. To be so infatuated with a performer, it's truly unheard of."

"Hmph! What's the use of being so infatuated? It's just ending up being discarded like trash!"

Zhuang Ling felt dizzy and almost lost consciousness when he heard this. He madly rushed towards those people and shouted, "Do you know anything? Shu Boheng killed my parents! And everything he did was to get to me! He brought this upon himself!" However, he could not ignore the pain deep within his soul no matter what.

I wonder how someone can be so ungrateful? President Shu has always treated Zhuang Ling like an ancestor, even using Tianheng's resources to avenge his parents...

"Wait! How did you find out about such confidential information?"

"Oh, my nephew is someone who works in the office of Tianheng's CEO. One time, he..."

Zhuan Ling couldn't listen anymore. He was just crazily and futilely shaking the shoulders of those people, begging, "Please, stop talking... Please, stop talking..."

But those cruel words stubbornly cut open his heart, drawing scars upon it. In their conversation, he learned many truths he had never before sought, and also discovered everything Schubert had silently done for him.

He hated himself for being blinded by hatred in the past, to the point where he turned a blind eye to the kindness shown to him, and even cruelly inflicted countless wounds upon him...

Zhuang Ling felt his head becoming increasingly dizzy and painful, as if it was about to explode.

He couldn't control his soul as it knelt down in front of the ice casket, trembling violently.

Just as he was about to give up, Zhou Cheng came over.

"What are you all talking about?" This person remained as expressionless as ever, only softening their facial expression slightly when facing Shu Boheng.

Zhuang Ling knew that he had always been despised by him. He had once contemptuously called him a "clown" behind his back and even said to his face that he was only good for having a handsome face and nothing else, with a useless brain. In fact, besides him, the second son and the only daughter of the Shu family also had an unfavorable attitude towards him, treating him as if he owed the Shu family tens of millions.

Now it seems that they should all know the truth. Only I'm the one who's been acting like a fool...

A few people were discussing these matters in the mourning hall. "Can you sleep peacefully at night?" Zhou Cheng only said these few words before gesturing for someone to throw these gossipers out.

After everyone had disappeared, he silently stood in front of the ice coffin and murmured, "Boheng, if there is a next life, please don't hurt yourself for him again. I will feel sorry for you."

He said, "I will feel sorry for you!"

Zhuang Ling was thunderstruck! It turned out that Zhou Cheng actually had feelings for Shu Boheng.

He exerted all his strength to stand up, glaring fiercely at Zhou Cheng. He opened his mouth to say something, but the scene in front of him began to distort. He felt himself being drawn into a rapidly rotating vortex and instantly lost all consciousness.