The Crazy Son-In-Law

The silence of the dignitaries present only added to the mystery of the whole thing, leaving plenty of room for speculation. However, before the news could even settle, a series of explosive headlines rocked Stillwater in the following three days, leaving people overwhelmed.

The Sikong family didn’t hold a funeral for the late Mr. Sikong. Instead, they attended the funeral of a man named Long San! Long San, a nobody who had lived at the bottom of society, finally enjoyed a moment of glory in his death as the people of Stillwater learned his name overnight.

Soon after, the Sikong family urgently liquidated their assets, selling their shares, residences, and more at below-market prices. For a time, the small capital market of Stillwater was in turmoil.

On the evening of the third day, the new head of the Sikong family, Sikong Jie, hanged himself in the ancestral hall. The next day, the entire Sikong family left the city overnight, vanishing as if they had never existed.

In the grand tide of history, the Sikong family was merely a drop in the ocean. However, in Stillwater, they were a century-old, enduring and powerful family, leaving a deep impression on the minds of the people. But who could have foreseen that in just three days, this once-thriving family would exit the stage in such disgrace?

Time would level everything. After being hotly discussed in Stillwater for half a month, news about the Sikong family began to fade from people’s memories. Life had to go on, and the departure of a prominent family made little difference to the majority of people.

The Sikong family’s businesses were divided among the other powerful families in Stillwater. Song Qingzhou showed no mercy, taking 25% of Golden Harrow’s shares, the Sikong residence, and several other properties. As for the alliance Zheng Yunhe had organized against the Song family, it crumbled. Even without the Sikong family’s withdrawal, Song Qingzhou’s return and the power he represented were enough to destroy them.

Stillwater returned to its usual calm.

In Starline’s office, Song Qingzhou handed a file bag containing all the necessary paperwork for the Sikong estate to Xiao Shun. “How much? I’ll transfer the money to you later,” Xiao Shun asked with a grin, opening the file bag. “Oh, 540 million,” Song Qingzhou casually replied.

Cough, cough! Hearing the price, Xiao Shun coughed twice. He had just over 400 million on hand, which made him feel a bit awkward for a moment.

“You little rascal, pretending to be rich when you don’t have the money? What did you say last time? Money isn’t an issue?” Song Qingzhou saw Xiao Shun as a child and didn’t treat him with the same reverence as others. He teased him with a smile.

“I have the money, but I’ll need a few days,” Xiao Shun rubbed his temples.

“Alright, I was just joking. There’s no hurry for the money; you can give it to me whenever you’re ready. You’ve already saved me hundreds of millions on the shares and other properties I bought,” Song Qingzhou said cheerfully.

Xiao Shun gave him a thumbs up, “Really rich.”

“Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. I have a pile of things waiting for me,” Song Qingzhou said.

“There’s nothing else, so let me see you out.”

As they walked, Xiao Shun said, “Could you tell Linger to come to my place tonight…”

“No!” Song Qingzhou cut him off before he could finish. “Can’t you two meet during the day? If there’s something you need, you can tell me directly. Whatever she can do, I can do as well.”

“Well, Mr. Song, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to take her to gain some experience. It’s not convenient during the day.”

“Absolutely not. There’s nothing inconvenient about the daytime.”

And so, Xiao Shun accompanied Song Qingzhou downstairs. Watching Song Qingzhou’s car drive away, Xiao Shun touched his chin, smiled helplessly, and muttered to himself, “It’s quite amusing. You should feel lucky that I’m not interested in your daughter. If I really wanted to pursue her, could you stop me?”

…

That night.

In the deep silence of the night, layers of thick clouds covered the sky as moonlight struggled to cast a faint halo.

Xiao Shun, accompanied by Song Linger and Zhu Que, arrived at the entrance of the Sikong estate. Perhaps because of the recent events, the courtyard of the Sikong family exuded a chilling silence.

Standing under the massive gate, Song Linger instinctively moved closer to Xiao Shun.

“Master, why did you bring us to this place in the middle of the night? It’s so creepy.”

“This will be my estate soon. I’ve come to clean it up,” Xiao Shun said with a faint smile.

“Clean up… clean up what?” Hearing this, Song Linger shrank her neck and swallowed nervously.

“You guess,” Xiao Shun gave her a meaningful glance and deliberately raised his eyebrows.

“Master, I… I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. Let’s go back,” Song Linger’s big, watery eyes shifted as she turned to leave.

Xiao Shun was quick enough, and he grabbed Song Linger by the collar, dragging her back.

“You can’t leave. Today, I’m taking you to broaden your horizons.”

“No, no, let’s do it another day,” Song Linger hurriedly waved her hands, trying to struggle but ultimately failed to escape Xiao Shun’s grasp.

Holding her with one hand, he walked forward and opened the large gate. With a creak, the gate opened, revealing a wide bluestone path. The spacious courtyard and various buildings appeared particularly eerie in the night.

Zhu Que, a killer who didn’t hesitate to take lives, naturally didn’t believe in ghosts. Despite this, in such an environment, her heart couldn’t help but rise to her throat.

Xiao Shun strode forward carelessly. His senses were sharp, and even in the dark, he could see the surroundings clearly.

Zhu Que carried her sniper rifle, the bullets of which had been engraved with special runes by Xiao Shun. Song Linger shrank her neck, looking left and right, carefully following behind them.

In theory, Xiao Shun was extremely sensitive to energy. Although the Sikong estate was large, he shouldn’t have been unable to detect anything.

The three of them wandered aimlessly in the front yard but found nothing. They passed through a long corridor and crossed two more gates, arriving at the backyard.

This was where the Sikong family’s servants lived, but at this moment, it was deserted and particularly desolate.

“Master, what are you looking for? This is already your estate; there’s plenty of time. How about we come back during the day on a better date?” Song Linger whispered, looking around.

Xiao Shun tapped her on the head, “If you keep talking, I’ll hang you up to a tree.”

Song Linger stuck out her tongue and said no more.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The three of them searched the backyard for a long time but still found no clues.

Xiao Shun couldn’t help but wonder, had he made a mistake in his judgment? That shouldn’t be the case.