The Crazy Son-In-Law

Meanwhile, the news of Old School Society coming to Stillwater spread quickly throughout the city, stunning the entire city for a time. It not only became the headline of all news media, but also the topic of all smalltalks. Among the ordinary people, even those who were well-informed had only heard of such a mysterious organization, but this did not hinder their imagination about the so-called mysterious organization.

“Have you heard? Master Zuo can level a small hill with one palm.”

“What’s that? The great master of Old School Society can single-handedly take on an entire army! But now he works for the government and doesn’t show up easily.”

“…”

Even the Sikong family became the focus of the whole Stillwater once again.

“Just two days ago, they were saying that the Sikong family was about to collapse, and now what? The slap in the face came so fast. Old School Society came specifically for the Sikongs. With the support of Old School Society, who dares to touch the family?”

“That’s right. The Sikong family has been here for over a hundred years. They are too big to collapse. Don’t underestimate these four families. They might have connections in the capital, they won’t let the family fall.”

“If you have time, worry more about your own wallet.”

Under the overpass, a few construction workers on the roadside chatted idly.

According to the plan, on the third day after Long San’s death, Xiao Shun held a small memorial service at the funeral home. The management of their company, several familiar employees, and some friends and relatives all went to pay their condolences.

Afterward, Liu Mang’s and Yu Dayong’s ashes were taken back by their families.

Long San’s was taken back by his mother for a proper funeral.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Of course, no one from the Sikong family showed up.

It was even better. They shouldn’t have had another chance to begin with.

In the office, Xiao Shun was holding a small alloy file, all concentrated carving spiritual patterns on a bullet. Each one took about four or five minutes.

By midday, he had already carved exquisite patterns on fifty or sixty bullets.

These bullets were bought by Zhu Que from the underground market, totaling over a hundred rounds.

As it approached noon, his phone rang. It was a call from Song Linger.

“Master, I just heard that Sikong Chen’s master, Zuo Zhiyuan, is coming to Stillwater. Do you think he’ll come to make some trouble for us?” she said worriedly.

“No, he’s a grandmaster as you say. He wouldn’t care about such trivial matters,” Xiao Shun casually replied.

But in his heart, he actually thought, “No one can protect the Sikong family this time!”

“Oh, that’s good.”

This girl was indeed simple enough, Xiao Shun chuckled.

She continued hesitantly, “Well… My dad is back. You’ve met him before. He wants to invite you to our home for dinner tonight, and my grandfather wants to see you too, saying he hasn’t seen you in a while. Are you available?”

Xiao Shun thought for a moment, “Alright, I’ll come over tonight.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up tonight,” Song Linger said happily.

“No need, I’ll take a cab.”

“Okay then.”

After Song Qingzhou brought Song Linger back to the Song residence in the morning, he met Song Zhenhai and then talked with him in the study for most of the day. As for what they talked about, let’s leave that for later.

…

In the late afternoon, just before leaving work, Xiao Shun walked into Yao Cen’s office, looking as if he could find nothing better to do and pacing around in front of her. He fiddled with the plants by the window for a moment, then sat on the sofa, flipping through the magazines on the coffee table.

“Do you need something? What are you doing? You’re holding the book upside down, you know?” Yao Cen rolled her eyes at him.

“Um, Mr. Song invited me to dinner. Would you like to come with me?” he said with an awkward smile.

“You go ahead. I don’t really know his family, and I might feel out of place if I go,” Yao Cen thought for a moment and said.

“Oh, alright,” Xiao Shun replied instantly and headed for the door.

“Wait!” Yao Cen eyes shifted. Something seemed off. Did he just agree like that?

“What’s the matter?” he asked, looking puzzled.

“Come here,” Yao Cen beckoned him.

He walked over somewhat chicken-hearted, “What is it?”

Yao Cen stared straight into his eyes for a full ten seconds.

Unperturbed, Xiao Shun met her gaze and touched his cheek, “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

Yao Cen eventually admitted defeat, her face flushing. “I feel like you didn’t want to take me with you in the first place?”

“Nonsense.”

“Go ahead, then.” Yao Cen waved him away.

Xiao Shun finally left the office and hailed a cab to the Song residence.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to bring Yao Cen along, but Song Linger could be a little clueless at times. If Yao Cen saw the way she looked at him, she might read too much into it, so he preferred to avoid the trouble.

By the time he arrived at the Song residence, it was already seven in the evening.

Song Linger was waiting for him at the entrance. The Song estate was quite large, and he might have gotten lost without someone to take him in.

After greeting Song Zhenhai and Song Qingzhou, they chatted for a while. Song Yun was also present.

As everyone took their seats and dishes were served, Song Zhenhai raised his glass, “Mr. Xiao has helped us a lot and has seen us through a crisis. Allow me to offer you a toast to express my gratitude.”

Xiao Shun replied, “You’re too kind.”

He then drained his glass.

“Mr. Xiao, I’d like to toast you as well. Thank you for taking care of my daughter Linger these days,” said Song Qingzhou, raising his glass.

Xiao Shun had no choice but to raise his glass as well, forcing a smile, “You’re too kind.”

What was going on today? They had hardly even talked, and they were already trying to get him drunk?

After they had all put down their glasses, Song Qingzhou began, “Mr. Xiao, about tonight’s dinner… We actually wanted to discuss your marriage to our Linger…”

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Shun was already coughing from choking.

Song Linger’s face flushed as well, and she hurriedly interrupted, “Dad, what are you talking about?”

Song Qingzhou glared at her, signaling her to be quiet.

“Mr. Xiao, are you alright?” Song Zhenhai asked with concern.

Xiao Shun waved his hand, his face turning red, and said, “Gentlemen, gentlemen, you two might have misunderstood. I am just Linger’s mentor, not the way you might think we are.”

Song Zhenhai and Song Qingzhou exchanged glances.

Song Qingzhou added, “Misunderstanding? You two are living together! Kid, is it that you don’t want to take responsibility? Do you think our family is not good enough for you?”

Xiao Shun looked at Song Linger in shock.

She instantly waved her hands, so anxious that she was almost in tears, and said to Song Qingzhou, “Dad, when did I say that I lived with my master? How can you say that?”

“If you two aren’t living together, then why does he have your key?” Song Qingzhou said with displeasure.