The Crazy Son-In-Law

Suddenly, a commotion came from the entrance, and Tang Feifei and Jiang Xue couldn’t help but crane their necks to look over. They soon saw a group of well-dressed, arrogant young men and women walking in.

Leading the group was a young man in a leather jacket with slicked-back hair and a powdered face. He wore sunglasses and strode confidently toward the private room area with his entourage. As they walked past, everyone could feel an overwhelming sense of arrogance.

“Who is that?” Tang Feifei asked, curious.

“You don’t recognize him? He’s Kou Moshu, the head of Harrow’s Four Young Masters and the son of Kou Zhengqing, the chairman of Golden Holding. You’ve at least heard of Golden Holding, right?” Zhou Chu boasted about his own knowledge.

Tong Feifei and the others still looked clueless.

“You guys really should read some newspaper. You don’t even know the largest company in Oakland. Golden Holding is not only the most powerful company in Oakland, but I’ve also heard that their real backing is the Old School Society. They’ve become so big because of the Old School Society’s support,” Zhou Chu said.

Tang Feifei and several other girls gasped in surprise, covering their mouths.

“But why would Lei Shao suddenly come to our Stillwater?” Zhou Chu wondered.

Inside a luxurious private room at the bar, Lin Jiayin’s face was flushed, and she appeared tipsy. She sat alone on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. She had lost her usual aloof demeanor, and all she wanted now was to get drunk and forget the humiliation she had suffered during the day.

On the bar counter sat half a bottle of expensive red wine and an empty wine bottle. The humiliation she had experienced earlier still weighed on her mind, tormenting her.

The door to the private room opened, and Kou Moshu entered with a group of fashionable, extraordinary men and women.

“Miss Lin, fancy seeing you here, drinking alone in such a remote place. You didn’t even let me know that you were in Oakland,” Kou Moshu teased.

He often went to the capital and knew a few playboys there. He had met Lin Jiayin at a party. Although their relationship wasn’t romantic, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get closer to her, especially since she was such a rare beauty with a Ph. D.

As the leader of Harrow’s Four Young Masters, Kou Moshu had no shortage of women, but he was always looking for something new and exciting. He was curious about what someone like Lin Jiayin, a Ph. D. girl, would be like in bed, as he had never been with a doctor before.

Moreover, Lin Jiayin had no connections in Oakland, so even if she called for help from the capital, they couldn’t do anything for her. Although she looked down on uneducated playboys like Kou Moshu, she didn’t mind using him when it suited her.

This was the advantage of being a beautiful woman, and she had realized this since junior high. Her good grades didn’t mean she could do everything, but they did show that she was a smart woman who knew how to use her advantages.

Lin Jiayin forced a smile and said, “I came here for work this time, so I didn’t want to bother you, Mr. Kou.”

Kou Moshu sat down on the sofa, his eyes roaming freely over Lin Jiayin’s body. He then glanced at the empty wine bottle on the bar counter and said with a smile, “It seems that Miss Lin’s trip hasn’t been going smoothly.”

“It’s more than just not going smoothly; I was even slapped.” Lin Jiayin’s eyes reddened, and she looked pitiful. She forced a bitter smile.

She was very proud, and under normal circumstances, such embarrassing situations would have been difficult for her to talk about. But now, she couldn’t care less.

Kou Moshu was slightly taken aback and couldn’t help but think, “What the hell?”

Who could be so ruthless to hurt such a beautiful woman? Didn’t they know about cherishing a beauty? That bastard must be a twisted person!

Of course, he wouldn’t say these words in front of Lin Jiayin. He had to maintain his demeanor.

Since the other party was a beautiful doctor, he had to show a demeanor worthy of a doctor, so as not to be looked down upon.

“Since you are in our Oakland, naturally we can’t let you suffer in vain. If you need any help from me, please feel free to ask.”

While Lin Jiayin was pouring her heart out to Kou Moshu in the private room, Yao Xiaoyu was outside, toasting and drinking with others.

Xiao Shun and Ouyang Qianqian were like outsiders, quietly sitting there.

Ouyang Qianqian glanced at Xiao Shun from time to time, and when their eyes met, she quickly looked away, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Could it be love? No, it’s admiration, she thought to herself.

Admiring and relying on the strong is an instinct for most people, and Ouyang Qianqian was no exception.

At this moment, in her heart, Xiao Shun was like a giant, looking down at the ants below him, showing off his prowess in front of them. He didn’t care because these people were simply not worth his time.

Xiao Shun naturally didn’t know about Ouyang Qianqian’s thoughts, he just wanted this boring gathering to end soon.

After a few rounds, Yao Xiaoyu seemed to be unable to hold her liquor any longer, her face flushed and her eyes hazy.

It was clear that she wasn’t good at dealing with such drinking occasions. When others asked her to drink, she obeyed, which was too honest.

Tang Feifei and the other girls kept getting close to Zhou Chu, occasionally paying him compliments, making him feel even more proud and enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

In the heat of the conversation, he even reached out to touch the girls, getting some advantage.

Tang Feifei and the others didn’t seem to mind, but she always sat between Zhou Chu and Yao Xiaoyu, so he didn’t have a chance to make a move on Yao Xiaoyu. However, his lustful gaze lingered more on her.

Taking advantage of Tang Feifei’s trip to the restroom, Zhou Chu finally found an opportunity to sit next to Yao Xiaoyu.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Xiaoyu, let me toast you, wishing you a good future. If you ever can’t stay at Starline anymore, you can come to me. Even if you can’t be my assistant, arranging an administrative director position for you is no problem.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Chu… I really can’t drink anymore,” Yao Xiaoyu waved her hand, mumbling.

She now felt that the contents of her stomach were churning up to her throat.

“What? Are you not giving me face?” Zhou Chu said seriously.

“Those who can drink with me are people I appreciate, so don’t disgrace me.”

Yao Xiaoyu looked at the full glass of alcohol, pursed her lips tightly, and reluctantly picked it up, gritting her teeth and taking a small sip.

Just as she was about to put it down, Zhou Chu held her hand, forcing the drink back to her lips and pouring it into her mouth.

The alcohol spilled from Yao Xiaoyu’s lips, running down her delicate, fair neck.