At the Beginning, He Was Claimed by the Goddess at the Funeral

Early Saturday morning, I was wearing a rented suit and wandering around at my former boss's funeral. I just want to end it quickly and go back to watch videos. A stunning girl in Doc Martens, looking like she was going to a rock concert, walked in. Ignoring the audience, she walked straight to the widow and asked for the river view mansion worth tens of millions. The whole place was in an uproar. What's even more explosive is that in the midst of dead silence and countless murderous eyes, she turned around, pointed accurately at me who was trying to be invisible in the crowd, and showed a sweet and dependent smile: "Are you done with things? When you're done, take me home, boyfriend." Me: "...?" Wait! I don't know you at all! Also, why does the widow look at me like she wants to skin me alive? !