Chapter 1 Wang Daolin's Concerns

Wang Daolin's concerns were not without reason. Putting aside the many emotional factors, the relationships currently supporting the Yu family all had their own demands. With Old Yu gone, it would be difficult to convince everyone with just Yu Mingyuan at the helm.

To give a simple example, Yu Jinrong had returned to the First District and only spoken to Zhou Yaoxiang twice before the latter agreed to lend him money and invest in him. But if it were Yu Mingyuan, would Old Zhou still be so decisive and generous?

You are a young man without any political experience, no experience in running a large company, and insufficient social experience. You open your mouth and talk about establishing an association and engaging in maritime trade. Who would trust you?

To give another example, if Yu Jinrong hadn't been behind the scenes, would Wang Daolin have helped the Yu family so resolutely? Relying solely on Yu Mingyuan's reputation, would the garrison have risked overstepping the line to save you from danger several times?

Yu Jinrong's death directly caused partners like Wang Daolin to lose confidence!

Inside the car, Su Tianyu immediately understood Wang Daolin's words and responded, "Uncle Wang, you don't need to worry about that. Although Mingyuan is inexperienced, the Yu family is a large household. Without Uncle Yu... there's still Second Uncle Yu Jinhang, and Mingyuan's aunt and uncle."

Wang Daolin knew that Su Tianyu was saying this to stabilize his emotions, so he took a puff of his cigarette and replied, "I'm just afraid that with Old Yu gone, his family will lose the desire to do things in the Dragon City. Sigh... this matter is... hard to put into words. Let's just look to the future."

"Alright, Uncle Wang, I'll go back first and find a chance to talk to Mingyuan, his uncle, and his aunt to see what the future holds," Su Tianyu reassured him again. "I'll call you if there's any news here."

"That's all we can do for now. Okay, go back first," Wang Daolin nodded. "I'll notify you if there's any progress on the case."

"Okay!"

After speaking, Su Tianyu said goodbye to Wang Daolin and turned to leave.

...

Around nine o'clock in the evening, relatives and friends gathered at the Yu family's villa, with people inside and outside the house.

After Su Tianyu returned, he didn't see Yu Mingyuan. He only saw Yu's mother, who was forcing herself to maintain composure, greeting the guests.

In the courtyard, Da Bai, Kong Zhengui, Su Tiannan, Su Tianbei, Zhou Tonghui, and others were gathered together smoking and talking softly.

Su Tianyu walked over and asked in a low voice, "Where's Mingyuan?"

"He hasn't come out since he returned from the police station. He's been in his bedroom on the second floor," Su Tiannan replied softly.

Su Tianyu was silent for a moment, then frowned and said, "I'll go upstairs and call him."

Da Bai reached out and pulled Su Tianyu. "Don't go. He... he's had a mental breakdown. His mother went to call him earlier, but he didn't come out."

"Let him calm down for a bit," Zhou Tonghui also advised. "Anyone who encounters this would have a hard time accepting it."

Su Tianyu didn't agree with everyone's words, but considering there were too many people in and out of the Yu family's house, he didn't force his way upstairs to call Yu Mingyuan.

Kong Zhengui took a puff of his cigarette and asked Su Tianyu in a low voice, "What did Wang Daolin say?"

"The murderer went to the Management Committee four months ago," Su Tianyu explained to everyone. "He has terminal uremia and won't live much longer."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt even more depressed.

The one who killed Yu Jinrong was a dedicated assassin who had been lurking in the Management Committee for four months. It would indeed be difficult to find out the reason in such a short period.

...

Inside the bedroom on the second floor of the Yu family's villa, the lights were off, and it was pitch black.

Yu Mingyuan lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His whole body was stiff, like a corpse. He couldn't shed tears, and he couldn't even feel sadness. His heart was filled with only clear memories.

Just two days ago, Yu Jinrong had returned from work in the evening and had a few drinks with him, discussing many things about the future development of the association. But today... a living person was gone.

This all happened too suddenly, instantly collapsing Yu Mingyuan's psychological defenses. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe that his father was gone.

Yu Mingyuan was not the kind of grassroots youth born in a street compound who could freely choose a career and roam around in society at will. He was a young master born into a wealthy family, who had grown up by his parents' side and received the care of his family.

Although he was capable and well-educated, he had long been accustomed to everything his father had arranged for him. He really relied on him, a kind of spiritual reliance and trust.

Childhood memories surfaced in his mind. Yu Mingyuan remembered the first time he went skiing with his father, the first time he rode a horse with his father, and every time his father reached out to help him when he fell.

The clearer the memories became, the stronger the刺痛 of sadness became.

Yu Mingyuan fell on the bed, his eyes wide open as tears welled up. He was completely immersed, completely trapped in his memories.

...

Late at night.

Three cars stopped in front of the Yu family's door. A valiant woman got out of the first car and, under the welcome of a group of people, walked into the courtyard surrounded by them.

She was An Qiqi's mother, Yu Mingyuan's aunt. After receiving the news in New York, she took the nearest flight directly to the Dragon City. Accompanying her was Yu Jinrong's younger brother, Yu Jinhang.

An Qiqi's mother was named Yu Zhen. After graduating from college, she confirmed her marital relationship with An's father and entered the system, embarking on a political career.

Yu Zhen's ability was outstanding. Complementing An's father, she had risen all the way in these years and had already achieved a prominent social position in the First District. Under her care, the entire Yu family had gradually risen. Yu Jinrong, Yu Jinhang, and others had also achieved considerable success in various industries in each district.

...

Inside the Yu family's living room, many relatives and friends greeted Yu Zhen when they saw her return. After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, she asked Yu's mother, "Where's Mingyuan?"

As soon as these words came out, Yu's mother, who had been forcing herself to remain composed, burst into tears instantly. She lowered her head and replied, "...Sister, what are we going to do in the future? Old Yu...!"

"Let's not talk about that now." Yu Zhen didn't comfort Yu's mother, but asked with a serious expression, "Where's Mingyuan?"

"He's upstairs," Yu's mother replied.

Yu Zhen reached out and grabbed Yu's mother's arm, whispered a few words in her ear, then turned and went upstairs.

...

Two minutes later.

Yu Zhen entered the bedroom, reached out to turn on the light, closed the door, and walked expressionlessly to Yu Mingyuan's side.

Yu Mingyuan lay motionless on the bed, seemingly unaware that someone had entered.

"Get up!" Yu Zhen shouted in a stern voice.

Yu Mingyuan slowly came back to his senses and turned to look at Yu Zhen. "Aunt, I...!"

"Such a big thing has happened at home. No one can enlighten you, and you can't expect others to enlighten you." Yu Zhen said with a frown, "Get up now, quickly!"