Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 832 - 383: The Shadow Falls Slant

Old Madam Yu’s funeral was held with great solemnity.

The Yu family set up the Four Seasons Manor lounge, which Old Madam Yu loved during her lifetime, as the memorial hall and spent a fortune to buy the Crystal Coffin for Old Madam Yu’s body.

After announcing the death immediately, relatives and friends arrived at the Four Seasons Manor to pay respects within three days; the eldest grandson, Yu Fusheng, his wife, Wei Zhuhua, and great-granddaughter, Yu Ruohuan, as direct relatives, wore mourning clothes to keep vigil and received condolences.

Confucius once said: In life, serve with courtesy; in death, bury with courtesy, and honor with courtesy.

Traditional funerals, inherited over thousands of years, are solemn ceremonies to be treated with reverence.

This is also an important part of filial piety, and such a grand funeral in the eyes of the visitors could only make them sigh at the Yu family’s dutiful children and grandchildren, enough to bring Old Madam Yu peace in the afterlife.

In such a serious and solemn occasion, even a slight curl of the lips would be a great disrespect, and one must not wear any brightly colored clothes. This is almost common knowledge; no one dares to risk offending the Yu family by standing out at the funeral.

Until one person’s arrival disrupted the solemn atmosphere.

It was a woman dressed in a black trench coat, her figure graceful and enchanting, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat that completely covered her face, leaving only a sharp chin exposed.

Though she was striking, today’s visiting ladies were almost dressed in such a manner, so the guards at the Manor’s entrance did not stop her.

Inside the Manor entrance, there was a table set up on the right, with a person sitting in front. Guests had to register here, writing their names and funeral money.

The woman wrote her name down, and Wei Lai glanced at it, frowning slightly.

There are no prominent families in Jingzhou with the surname Qiao, right?

The woman took an envelope out of her black backpack and placed it on the table.

Wei Lai politely asked, "Excuse me, are you a friend of our second lady?"

He knew all about the first lady’s connections and didn’t recognize this person, so she must be from the second lady’s side.

The woman paused, her brightly shaded lips under the black veil conspicuous.

Wei Lai frowned; this person was so disrespectful, wearing such striking lipstick to a funeral.

"Sort of."

Indeed, she was from the second lady’s side, and it seemed someone like the second lady couldn’t associate with too decent a friend.

Wei Lai handed a white flower brooch to the woman.

The woman took it, wearing it as she walked inside.

Wei Lai watched the woman’s back, the hem of her clothing fluttering as she walked, revealing a faint hint of bright red.

Wei Lai rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, it was gone.

Shaking his head, he reckoned he was overthinking; this was Old Madam Yu’s funeral, after all, no one would dare act rashly.

While lost in thought, someone tapped the table in front of him.

Wei Lai snapped back to reality, nearly dazzled by the bright golden hair.

It was a handsome young man, his striking azure eyes gentle yet deep, drawing people in unwittingly.

The youth wore a finely tailored white suit, his figure tall and elegant, exuding noble charm.

"You... who are you...?"

The youth placed an envelope between his long fingers in front of him: "I am Amos."

"Amos?" Wei Lai found this name somewhat familiar, he must have heard it somewhere.

This young man exuded imposing nobility, especially those highly distinctive blue eyes, not typical of Hua Country natives...

Suddenly, inspiration struck Wei Lai: "Oh, it’s Young Master Mei Fei."

The youth lamented, "I’ve long heard of Old Madam Yu’s illustrious accomplishments but never had the chance to visit. Hearing of this sudden passing is truly saddening..."

Wei Lai found the phrase "illustrious accomplishments" quite strange.

Yet observing the youth’s heartfelt sincerity, it seemed genuine rather than feigned.

Wei Lai handed the white flower brooch to him: "The Manor is vast, Master Mei Fei, don’t get lost, I’ll find someone to guide you..."

Just then, a commotion erupted from the direction of the memorial hall, which at such an event was extremely disrespectful.

Wei Lai’s expression changed, disregarding the youth in front, finding someone to cover his duties before swiftly heading to the memorial hall.

The youth toyed with the white flower in his hand, a faint smile at his lips, slowly moving toward the memorial hall.

The woman walked, removing the trench coat, revealing a bright red dress underneath, causing a stir in all directions.

People looked at the woman as if observing a madwoman.

Yu Ruohuan’s face darkened as she ordered coldly, "Drag this crazy woman out."

The woman ignored the shocked or disdainful gazes around her, one hand at her waist and the other caressing her belly, "I carry the blood of your Yu family in my womb, who dares?"

Wei Zhuhua’s heart skipped, subconsciously glancing at Yu Fusheng.

She didn’t care what Yu Fusheng did outside, but this woman was causing a scene in the memorial hall, making a laughingstock of them in all of Jingzhou.

Yu Fusheng, you truly are filial.

Wei Zhuhua stepped back, leaving this mess for him to handle.

Yu Ruohuan frowned, glancing at Yu Fusheng, but soon sneered, "What crazy woman is spouting nonsense, this is not a place for you to act wild. Guards, take her down for thorough questioning immediately."

All guests watched this sudden farce unfold, finding it very amusing.

Old Madam Yu’s portrait hung in the center of the memorial hall, the old lady in the picture gleaming with jewels, yet not exactly benevolent.

One wonders what the old lady would think about such a scene unfolding at her funeral; unfortunately, she will never know.

Guards quickly moved toward the woman in red.

But the woman swiftly pulled out a dagger from her bag, aiming it at her neck, her emotions intensely shouting, "Touch me, and I’ll spill blood in the memorial hall. How can Old Madam rest in peace?"

Her actions were intense, knocking the hat off her head, revealing a pale little face.

Yan Lu exclaimed "Oh my God" followed by a gasp, "Qiao Wan, she’s Qiao Wan!"

Since Shen You’an’s subway photo gained traction not long ago, Qiao Wan’s fans have harassed Shen You’an, accusing him of chasing popularity; Yan Lu couldn’t stand it and often defended Shen You’an online.

Shen You’an was mistaken for Qiao Wan more than once; it irritated Yan Lu, who carefully compared their facial features. Qiao Wan’s face had been altered; perhaps the surgeon was skilled, as her features appeared natural, but they couldn’t compare to Shen You’an’s naturally born face.

Qiao Wan’s fans were simply blind, mistaking fish eyes for pearls.

Thus, only Yan Lu among the guests instantly recognized Qiao Wan, even though she appeared more gaunt and pale now, lacking the former brilliance of a star.

Guests looked at each other in bewilderment: "Who is Qiao Wan?"

These wealthy ladies didn’t all follow the entertainment industry.

"Seems like a female celebrity, my heavens, who gave her the guts to cause a scene at Old Madam Yu’s funeral?"

"Whose child is she carrying?"

Everyone knowingly glanced at Yu Fusheng.

Goodness, the mistress caused a scene at the memorial hall; this disgraced the face and dignity of the Yu family’s first lady.

Wei Lai rushed over quickly, seeing the scene unfold, silently thinking it has become trouble for the madam.

Yu Fusheng glanced at Qiao Wan, his gaze cold, making Qiao Wan instinctively shrink back.

Yu Ruohuan snapped, "Father, don’t waste words on this woman; just deal with her directly."

Yu Fusheng waved his hand, signaling her to be quiet.

"If you are right, there’s no reason to fear shadows. I want to see who’s manipulating things behind the scenes."

Yu Fusheng stepped forward, exuding righteous authority, the pressure of a long-standing superior intimidating those whispering in the crowd.