The Crazy Son-In-Law

Wei Lun said immediately, “Tianhua, take some people and bring Mr. Xiao’s gift here. We can’t disappoint Mr. Xiao’s kind intentions.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Wei Tianhua nodded slightly, stepped outside, and led a few Wei family members and guards towards the main gate.

Zhao Hetai, hearing the subtle tension in their conversation, quickly made the connection to the events at the charity dinner and looked at Xiao Shun with a frown. Mr. Xiao, Dr. Xiao, could he be the one who had offered 20 billion at the Starline event?

Dai Qiang was a bit nervous when he saw Wei Tianhua and several people marching out of the front gate. He was afraid that the Wei family would kill him in anger when they saw what was in the car.

He decided to hand them the key to the car trunk through the car window. If things went awry, he could make a quick getaway.

Wei Tianhua took the key, opened the trunk, and inside were four black, long rectangular boxes with golden designs on them.

Disposable paper coffins, something not usually encountered unless a funeral was being held. It looked quite impressive on the surface, like a large gift box.

For this, Xiao Shun had scolded Dai Qiang for being “tasteless.”

“When people die, at least get a decent coffin. Are you trying to fool ghosts with a cardboard box?”

Dai Qiang played dumb, laughing back, “This thing is environmental friendly, easy to burn, convenient to carry, waterproof, leak-proof, and anti-corrosive. It definitely won’t leak any odors. It’s safe and reliable.”

With time pressing, Xiao Shun didn’t probe further and just brought them over.

“What the hell is this bastard up to, bringing these big things from so far away?”

“What’s inside these?”

“Why don’t we open them and see?”

Wei Tianhua frowned and scolded softly, “Enough, stop talking. The old man hasn’t seen it yet. What’s the rush? Hurry up and carry them in. The old man’s birthday banquet is about to start. Don’t miss the auspicious time.”

“No, no, they’re too heavy. We need more people,” someone shouted.

Aren’t dead people always heavy? That’s why they say “dead weight.”

Soon, they found more people, and over ten of them carried the four black coffins towards the Wei residence with great pomp.

The ordinary people gathered at the gate to watch the commotion recognized them as coffins and started to whisper among themselves.

“What’s going on? Isn’t it Mr. Wei’s birthday today? Why are they bringing in coffins?”

“Are you sure you’re not mistaken? Are those really coffins? They don’t look like it.”

“How could I be mistaken? Last month, one of my distant relatives used this very type. It’s both economical and convenient. After all, they’re all cremated, there’s no need for a fancy coffin,” one person said.

“Could someone from the Wei family have passed away?”

“Don’t speak nonsense. If the Wei family heard this, they would be furious. Today is Mr. Wei’s birthday, this is bad luck,” another person warned.

At this moment, Dai Qiang’s back was soaked with sweat. He watched the Wei family carry the coffin with joy and confusion, unable to comprehend why they were so happy about a coffin.

Wei Tianhua led a group of people carrying four coffins towards the main hall. Along the way, many people looked on with bewildered expressions, but no one felt it was their place to intervene. They continued to carry the coffins all the way to Wei Lun and the many guests.

The temperature in the spacious hall seemed to drop a few degrees instantly. An inexplicable chill made everyone shiver.

Wei Tianhua and his group brought the four coffins into the room. They had felt nothing amiss outside, but now they knew something was wrong.

Zhao Hetai glanced at Xiao Shun, who sat unfazed with a blank expression. His finger tapped silently on the arm of his chair. Zhao Hetai had a sudden intuition: Xiao Shun wasn’t here to celebrate Mr. Wei’s birthday. It was more like he had come for revenge.

This was disrespecting the Wei family. Even Zhao Hetai, as the police chief, couldn’t overlook the power of the Wei family. How big of a grudge did one need to have to cause trouble today?

Wei Lun had a premonition that this was not going to be good.

With a forced smile, he looked at Xiao Shun and asked, “Is this the gift Mr. Xiao has brought me?”

“Why don’t you open it, Mr. Wei? Maybe you’ll like it,” Xiao Shun responded with a half-smile.

“Open it,” Wei Lun ordered Wei Tianhua coldly.

Wei Tianhua furrowed his eyebrows and gestured. Two servants stepped forward to one of the coffins and untied the black straps on either end.

“Miss Zhao, you have a weak heart. It’s better not to look,” Xiao Shun cautioned Zhao Siwei, looking around to make sure there were no children present.

“You all should leave,” Zhao Hetai sternly told Zhao Siwei.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Zhao Siwei quietly left the main hall.

At this moment, everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the mystery to unfold.

Suddenly, a chorus of gasps filled the room. Women let out high-pitched screams, and the room was instantly in chaos.

A corpse with a pale face tinged with blue was revealed to the crowd.

People outside heard the commotion and craned their necks to see what was happening. Many rose to their feet and walked towards the entrance.

As the head of the Wei family, Wei Wen Dong faced a major problem: a body had appeared during his father’s birthday celebration. If word got out, who knows what kind of rumors would circulate?

He made a swift decision and rushed to the entrance, stopping people from entering.

With a solemn expression and an air of authority, he said, “I apologize, but the celebration ends here. I’m sorry for any inconvenience. I will personally apologize to everyone later.”

The crowd outside looked at each other. The guests inside were all respected by the Wei family, and they had no control over what happened. They naturally listened to the head of the Wei family and left with bewildered expressions.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Liu. I’ll come to explain it to you personally another day.”

Wei Wen Dong’s two brothers, both well-known figures in Harrow, ushered the guests outside. In the end, only Song Linger, Duan Jia, and Zhao Siwei’s servant remained.

The guests inside the room, seeing several corpses laid out, had no mood for a birthday celebration. Many of the faint-hearted also rose and left.

“I hope everyone can refrain from spreading word of what happened here,” Wei Wen Dong reminded them.

Meanwhile, Wei Tianhua was already livid.

He glared at Xiao Shun like an enraged beast, questioning, “Bastard? What do you mean?” Not only Wei Tianhua, but everyone left in the scene looked at Xiao Shun with various expressions. Shock, confusion, anger… Even Zhao Hetai looked at him with an angry face: “What are you playing at?!” As a government official, one, or even four corpses, suddenly appearing before him, how could he not be angry.