On the Day of My Father's Funeral, I Inherited a Trillion-Dollar Fortune

Cold rainwater trickled from my hair and struck my suit jacket, seeping into my bones. "Chen Zhou, are you ever going to stop? I told you I'm busy!" My fiancée Lin Wan sounded impatient on the other end of the phone. In the background, music blared deafeningly, mingled with the laughter of men and women. It felt as if an invisible hand had gripped my heart, leaving me barely able to breathe. "Busy? Wanwan, today... is my dad's funeral." My voice sounded especially hoarse in the empty funeral hall. There was a two-second silence on the other end, then she replied with even greater impatience, "Oh, right. I forgot. I..."