The Crazy Son-In-Law

The two walked over, and Xiao Shun rubbed Hu’s somewhat yellowish little head as they walked, “Your shooting is pretty good. Who taught you that?” The soda can hanging on the tree had been dented all over, and the little girl was more than ten meters away from it, so Xiao Shun asked curiously.

“Auntie Zhu Que taught me that, and she gave me this,” Hu said, shaking the delicate little slingshot in her hand.

“Oh.”

Long San’s mother heard the noise outside and looked up through the window. When she saw Xiao Shun and Yao Cen, she hurried to the door to greet them, “Mr. Xiao, Ms. Yao, here you are! Please come in.”

“Ma’am, please don’t call us like that. Long San is our friend, so you can just call us by our names,” Yao Cen said with a smile.

“Alright, alright,” Long San’s mother repeated, and she then began scanning the two up and down with her clear eyes.

“Mr. Xiao and Ms. Yao, you two truly make a perfect couple. Mr. Xiao is so handsome, and Ms. Yao is so beautiful.”

“Please don’t call us like that, just call me Cen,” Yao Cen said.

“I have a terrible memory. Please have a seat. I’ll get back to my dumplings now; they’ll be ready soon,” Long San’s mother said with genuine happiness.

“I’m so lucky that my son has made friends like you. It’s wonderful.”

Long San used to be a street thug, often coming home with injuries. As his mother, she worried about her son every day. Now that he had finally settled down at Starline, she was truly happy for him.

“I’ll help you,” Yao Cen said, putting down her bag, taking off her coat, rolling up her sleeves, and was about to wash her hands and help her.

“No need for that, there isn’t much left to do, and they’ll be ready soon,” Long San’s mother hurriedly said.

After exchanging pleasantries for a few moments, Yao Cen eventually went into the kitchen to help with the dumplings.

Soon, Long San and Zhu Que returned to the courtyard.

Zhu Que knew nothing about cooking and couldn’t help them, so she took Hu outside to teach her how to use the slingshot.

Xiao Shun and Long San each opened a bottle of beer and sat on the steps in front of the house.

The weather was beautiful, with not a cloud in the sky. The brilliant blue sky looked like a wall freshly painted with blue paint, and the warm sunlight spilled into the courtyard.

The two basked in the sun while watching over at the slingshot class, enjoying the comfortable moment in their life.

Meanwhile, at Leywich Hospital, the atmosphere was starkly different. Leywich Hospital was Stillwater’s most expensive private hospital, open only to the wealthiest families.

In one of the hospital rooms, Zheng Yunhe looked at his son, Zheng Yongzhang, who lay in bed with a disfigured face, his eyes red-rimmed and teeth clenched.

This powerful tycoon, currently at the zenith of his success in Stillwater, was desperately trying to suppress his intense grief to avoid losing control.

Zheng Yunhe was like a venomous snake. He was treacherous and good at disguising his true nature. But at this moment, the anger in his heart almost made it impossible for him to maintain his facade.

Although Zheng Yongzhang had defied him enough, he was still his proudest and most valued son. How could he even accept it when he suddenly encountered such a misfortune? In Stillwater, after all the power that they had got, how could he have imagined that anyone would even dare to do such vicious things to his family? What a humiliation!

“Mr. Zheng…” A man in a white coat, nearly fifty years old, spoke with an obsequious tone.

“Just say it. What are you stammering for?” Zheng Yunhe coldly said.

“Your son’s leg… We really can’t help…”

Zheng Yunhe slowly closed his eyes and squeezed a word through his clenched teeth: “Useless!”

The frightened doctor bowed slightly and stood to one side, not even daring to breathe.

“Get out!” Zheng Yunhe said.

The doctor finally took a breath and hurriedly left the sickroom.

Zheng Yunhe slowly walked to the bedside and sat in the chair next to it.

At this time, Zheng Yongzhang opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, “Dad, please do one thing for me.”

“Yongzhang, just say it, and I will definitely do it for you.”

“Kill me,” Zheng Yongzhang whispered with desperation.

Zheng Yunhe was taken aback, “Nonsense.”

“Without this leg, I’m just useless. What’s the point for me to live on like this?!”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll find the best doctors in the world for your leg, no matter how much money we have to spend! Now just get some rest. Don’t worry about anything else. I’ll bring that bastard here, get him on his knees, and then I’ll tear him to pieces in front of you!” Zheng Yunhe said, gritting his teeth and becoming emotional.

The atmosphere in the hospital was filled with misery.

Meanwhile, at Long San’s house, the dinner table was already covered by dishes, and everyone was gathered around it, eating and drinking, and everyone was very happy.

“I hope you won’t have any problems with the food,” Long San’s mother said modestly, smiling.

“Auntie, you’re a better chef than the ones in the restaurants outside,” Xiao Shun praised.

“You’re flattering me, but it’s definitely better than what you can get in the cafeteria. If you like these things, I’ll prepare more for lunch in the future, and San can bring it to you,” Long San’s mother said earnestly.

“No need, Auntie, that’s too much trouble,” Yao Cen said with a smile.

“Not at all. I don’t even need to do any extra work,” Long San’s mother replied.

“Since Auntie is so good to us, we can’t refuse her kindness,” Xiao Shun said.

Xiao Shun knew she wanted to repay them, but besides preparing lunch for them, she really couldn’t do much else. If they could agree, she would be even happier.

“These dumplings taste different from the ones we had last time,” Zhu Que murmured at this moment.

“Last time I used lamb for the dumplings, and this time I used pork. Since I used different meats, the taste is naturally different. Don’t you like it?” Long San’s mother asked, laughing.

“No, no, it’s delicious,” Zhu Que waved her hands and said repeatedly.

“I never thought I would have so many delicious things here; I should have come earlier.”

Having grown up abroad, this was indeed her second time to have dumplings.

“Of course. In our country, even if you eat different food every day, you won’t be able to finish all of them in your remaining lifetime,” Xiao Shun said.

“It seems like you’ve been here many times before?”

“Auntie is just so kind,” Zhu Que said, putting on a rare smile.

Xiao Shun laughed. Zhu Que had been living abroad for a long time, and maybe she mistook Mrs. Long’s greetings for an invitation to lunch…

And so, they chatted and ate.

“Have any of you thought about what we’ll do if our company fails in the future?” Yao Cen suddenly asked. Everyone looked at her in shock, then looked at each other in confusion.

“Are we facing any difficulties?” Xiao Shun didn’t understand why she would ask such a question and asked in bewilderment.

“No, no, everything is doing alright now,” Yao Cen immediately waved her hand and said.

“I mean, what if…”

It wasn’t until they heard her words that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Long San thought for a moment and was the first to speak, “There really isn’t much I can do. Before I came here, I was always with those gangs, but even then I didn’t accomplish anything. If you’re going to shut down this factory, I hope I can follow Mr. Xiao, if he can allow me to.”