The Crazy Son-In-Law

“We suspect that there are martial arts experts among St. Lilith’s core members. To avoid a large number of casualties and ensure the success of this mission, we would like to ask for your help in dealing with that person.”

“Although we are not sure how advanced they are, with your help, it should not be difficult to handle.”

“Mr. Song, is it really good to fight and kill during the New Year? I have to accompany my wife and mother-in-law,” Xiao Shun said helplessly.

“For the sake of social stability and the people’s peace, a little sacrifice…”

“Hey, hey, don’t mention that to me. What does it have to do with me?” Xiao Shun interrupted hastily.

“How can you have no sense of social responsibility at all?” Song Qingzhou bristled.

“How about this: next time you want to see my daughter, I won’t stop you. How does that sound?”

Xiao Shun was speechless. Could you really stop me from seeing your daughter? Besides, he wasn’t that eager to see her!

However, he didn’t bother to argue with Song Qingzhou. After all, staying in the hotel was quite boring, so it might be more fun to join in the excitement.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He said indifferently, “Fine, just let me know when you’re ready to act.”

This kid really does have some ideas about my daughter, Song Qingzhou thought.

But at this time, he had no choice but to sacrifice himself, as he had no one else to rely on.

“Alright, it’s settled then. Wait for my notification, and I’ll pick you up at your hotel when the time comes,” said Song Qingzhou.

“Okay,” replied Xiao Shun.

“I won’t go back to the Liu family since it’s their family feast. I’d feel constrained sitting there,” said Song Qingzhou.

“It’s them who would feel constrained with you there,” thought Xiao Shun.

…

After parting ways with Song Qingzhou, Xiao Shun returned to the Liu family’s old house. As he entered the main hall, he subconsciously glanced at the painting hanging on the wall directly opposite him. At the same time, he noticed the gazes of the Liu family members, filled with surprise, unfamiliarity, and of course, disdain.

“Relying on others’ power won’t get you far. What’s the point of having some connection with the Song family? He’s still a useless man, far inferior to our Xiao Zhou. He doesn’t depend on his family…” Liu Miaozhen muttered with a dissatisfied expression. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough for those nearby to hear.

Xiao Zhou wished he could choke the woman beside him to death. From the conversation between Xiao Shun and Song Qingzhou, it was apparent that their relationship was far from a simple acquaintance. Moreover, who could be considered ordinary if they had the qualifications to befriend someone like Song Qingzhou?

If it were merely Du Xing, it wouldn’t matter, as he was just a nouveau riche who had started from the bottom. Although it would be a bit embarrassing, Xiao Zhou wouldn’t care too much. But who was Song Qingzhou? A powerful figure who could crush the Xiao family with a flick of his finger, not to mention the Liu family. They really didn’t know their place.

Xiao Shun didn’t care either. She was just a young girl, and he would only see her once a year. There was no need to argue with her, and he didn’t care about the Liu family’s opinions either.

After the banquet, most people left the Liu family with doubts, wondering how the useless son-in-law they had mocked in the past could have changed so much in just a year. Liu Mingda’s attitude towards the Yao family had also improved significantly.

For Yao Cen, this was routine, so he was neither surprised nor excited. On the way back, Liu Yunxiang was incredibly excited.

“Shun, you really made our family proud today. You should have seen the expression on your Aunt Yunxia’s face, like she had swallowed a fly. It was so unsightly,” she said with unrestrained joy.

“Mom, they’re relatives too, don’t speak so harshly,” said Yao Cen with a smile, while driving.

“Since I married your useless father, and you married Xiao Shun, our family has been looked down upon by my relatives. This time, we’ve finally held our heads high,” Liu Yunxiang sighed.

Yao Jianguo, who was caught in the crossfire, said gloomily, “How am I useless? I’m a university professor, and now people who pursue knowledge are being looked down upon. Society is sick.”

“Alright, Professor Yao, you’re something now, okay? I won’t argue with you during the festivities…”

The old couple bickered back and forth, quickly returning to the hotel.

“What did Song Qingzhou want from you?” Yao Cen asked casually when they returned to their room.

Xiao Shun didn’t hide anything, telling her the whole story.

“You agreed? It sounds dangerous,” Yao Cen said worriedly.

“Don’t worry, your husband is so capable, what danger could there be?”

Yao Cen rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, “No wonder you’re so invested. Turns out Song Qingzhou is the father of your little girlfriend.”

Xiao Shun paused for a moment, “I’ve already told you, she’s my disciple. But you looked so cute when you are jealous.”

Yao Cen: “…”

…

That night, on New Year’s Eve.

Here in the county town, there were no regulations against setting off fireworks and firecrackers.

From dusk onwards, the intermittent sound of firecrackers crackled and popped without pause, creating a festive atmosphere. After dinner, Xiao Shun and his companions went for a casual stroll to soak in the New Year atmosphere before returning to the hotel to stay up for the New Year.

Around eleven o’clock, Xiao Shun received a call from Song Qingzhou, who spoke apologetically, “Brother, I’m truly sorry for disturbing you at this hour, but the situation is urgent, and I must ask you to come over…”

The information Song Qingzhou had received was from the past few days, but it hadn’t specified which day, until just now. He learned that it would be tonight, so he had no choice but to call Xiao Shun at this crucial moment. “Mr. Song, there’s no need for that. Since I promised, I’ll keep my word. Please send me the address,” Xiao Shun agreed readily.

“I’ll pick you up downstairs.”

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Shun quickly informed the Yao family and hurried out the door. Even though the entire small town was enveloped in the New Year atmosphere, with families gathered around the television to watch the Spring Festival Gala, in a secluded courtyard in the suburbs, more than a dozen people dressed in black robes held candles and sat in a circle as if participating in some sort of prayer ceremony, solemn and eerie.

A kilometer away from the courtyard, inside a black business car, Song Qingzhou’s face was heavy, appearing as if he were facing a formidable enemy, which made Xiao Shun feel inexplicably nervous. “Mr. Song, you seem like the head of a secret agent from a TV show.” He tried to chat to dispel the solemn atmosphere in the car, as he wasn’t accustomed to such an ambiance.

“These core members of St. Lilith have always been cautious. It’s not easy to find an opportunity to apprehend them all at once. If we succeed this time, we can settle this once and for all. If we fail, who knows when the next opportunity will present itself,” Song Qingzhou explained.