The Crazy Son-In-Law

“You animals!” Sun Chuan chuckled.

“They’re here, they’re here!” Suddenly, someone shouted excitedly, “Old School Society is here!”

From a distance, twenty black Rolls-Royce Phantoms could be seen majestically entering everyone’s view from several kilometers away.

“Holy shit… What’s going on? Did the president come with them too?”

“What exactly is Old School Society? How can they be so rich?”

“Just these twenty cars must be worth at least a hundred million.”

Even the rich kids upstairs were dumbfounded, let alone the ordinary people on the street, who were all in awe as they watched the top-level luxury cars pass by.

At the boarding gate of Stillwater International Airport, Yao Cen hesitated, holding her boarding pass.

Xiao Shun secretly arranged for plane tickets and hotel accommodations for the three of the Yao family, saying that they should take a vacation to relax after the company had experienced some issues.

Early in the morning, Zhu Que drove them to the airport in her Audi A4 and hurriedly left after dropping them off.

Xiao Shun’s tone was calm when he told them to go out and relax, but now Yao Cen couldn’t help feeling uneasy, suspecting that he was hiding something from her.

“Cen, hurry up, we’re about to board,” Liu Yunxiang called out.

“Oh, Dad, Mom, I just remembered that there’s something important I need to handle at the company. You go ahead, and I’ll change my flight. I’ll join you in a couple of days.”

Yao Cen pretended to be relaxed.

Perhaps she was overthinking it. After all, Xiao Shun seemed normal these past few days. He didn’t appear to be hiding anything, and he even occasionally cracked jokes to amuse her.

Maybe it was a woman’s intuition, but she couldn’t help feeling uneasy if she didn’t go back and check.

“We’re already at the airport, and she suddenly changes her mind? Didn’t we arrange everything for the company?” Liu Yunxiang said, somewhat dissatisfied.

Since Yao Cen took over Tulip International three years ago, she had not gone on vacation with Liu Yunxiang.

Now that they were finally going on a trip together, Yao Cen changed her mind at the last minute, which made Liu Yunxiang feel unhappy.

“Alright, it’s good for young people to be ambitious in their careers, especially since their company is just starting. Let them focus on work,” Yao Jianguo said, trying to smooth things over. He then looked at Yao Cen, “You can go if you have something to do. I’ll be with your mom; don’t worry.”

Yao Cen forced a smile and waved her hand, “I’ll definitely join you in a couple of days.”

Liu Yunxiang could only helplessly remind her, “We’ll be waiting for you at our destination.”

After responding, Yao Cen hurriedly walked towards the airport entrance.

At that moment, Yao Cen’s Audi was driving through the throngs of onlookers and entering the driveway to the Sikong family residence. The driveway was lined with caution tape, and every few meters, a burly man stood guard.

“Did that Audi get lost?” someone joked.

“It shouldn’t have. There are people checking invitations at the entrance. They couldn’t have come in without one.”

Everyone thought that the Old School Society would be the grand finale with their top-level luxury cars, and when they were now slowly driving by in an inconspicuous Audi, the crowd on both sides of the passage was somewhat bewildered, discussing among themselves.

“It feels like walking on a red carpet,” Zhu Que, who was driving, said with a smile.

Xiao Shun laughed but didn’t say anything.

At this moment, the twenty Rolls-Royces of the Old School Society were parked in a magnificent line in front of the Sikong residence, exuding an overwhelming air of extravagance.

Sikong Jie had heard that the Old School Society had arrived and was already waiting for them at the entrance.

Zuo Zhiyuan, dressed in a black suit, got out of the car.

Sikong Jie hurried down the steps and jogged over to help him, but was politely rejected by Zuo Zhiyuan.

He then climbed the stairs with graceful strides.

Behind him were dozens of upright and distinguished members of the Old School Society, dressed uniformly in black suits, white shirts, and dark ties, following closely behind him with an extraordinary aura.

As soon as Zuo Zhiyuan entered, dozens of gazes inside the hall immediately turned to him, filled with admiration and awe.

These days, all of these cultivation masters were extraordinary beings, and they were all sought after by wealthy families and businessmen.

No matter who had a master in their family, they would instantly become a prestigious household. The Zuo family was originally a martial arts family, and they had two masters in one family. Therefore, over the past ten years or so, they had an unquestionable status in this place.

Now was the Sikong family’s moment of glory, and Sikong Jie’s chin involuntarily lifted up a bit.

The faces of the Sikong family’s descendants all showed a hint of pride.

Dozens of association members stood on both sides outside the hall.

Zuo Zhiyuan, with an imposing manner, slowly entered the hall, bowed slightly, and all the people present held their breath, making the atmosphere even more solemn and respectful.

“Mr. Chu, what do you think of Master Zuo?” Zheng Yunhe asked softly.

“Talents have never been scarce in the Central. Master Zuo has been famous for decades and must have solid cultivation. However, we won’t know for sure until we have a chance to challenge him a bit,” replied Chu Jingtong.

Chu Jingtong’s eyes flashed with a hint of disdain. Today’s grand display by the Old School Society proved their impetuousness, and he even began to question their fame. However, at this point, he didn’t want to be too blunt on their territory.

Zheng Yunhe smiled faintly. Each of these cultivators had a high and arrogant attitude, and none of them would admit that they were inferior to others, so he didn’t take Chu Jingtong’s words to heart.

Suddenly, it began to snow.

The snowflakes, like goose feathers, added a touch of vitality to the desolate world.

The Audi parked among the luxury cars seemed a bit out of place.

Xiao Shun got out of the car, looked up at the gloomy sky, and the corner of his mouth pulled into a smile.

“It’s snowing. It’s a good sign,” someone sighed in the hall.

“It means the old man can rest in peace, and his descendants won’t have any worries.”

“The old man was an incredible person. Even the heavens are mourning for him.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Flattery followed nonstop.

Suddenly, two figures entered their line of sight.

Everyone in the hall thought Zuo Zhiyuan would be the last to appear, and they were all taken aback when they saw the two.

“Isn’t that Xiao Shun? Why is he here?”

“Isn’t he the chairman of Golden Harrow now? It seems reasonable for him to come and pay his respects,” someone in the know commented.

Xiao Shun, wearing a gray woolen coat, walked casually with his hands in his pockets.

Behind him was an exotic beauty as cold and proud as the snowy landscape, holding a red urn, following closely.

The anger of the Sikong family members rose from the bottom of their hearts. How dare this beast show up at this time!

This was a blatant provocation to the Sikong family! Mr. Sikong had just passed away, and this beast dared to show up in person.

“It’s good that he’s here. Today, we will get rid of him right here and avenge our father and Chen!” Sikong Anming gritted his teeth.

The members of the Sikong family stared at Xiao Shun expressionlessly, like a pack of hungry wolves with green light in their eyes, eager to tear the prey in front of them to pieces.