The Crazy Son-In-Law

“You misunderstood. He was actually planning to storm the prison, but I stopped him. I guess he went to the nightclub to blow off some steam.”

Xiao Shun: “Storm the prison? Don’t listen to his nonsense.”

It seemed that Song Linger still didn’t know Duan Jia very well. She still thought he was a simple, honest uncle. While Duan Jia could be a bit impulsive at times, he wasn’t foolish.

“When are we going back?” Song Linger asked.

“Tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Song Linger felt a bit down. It wasn’t easy for her to get out with Xiao Shun, and they were already heading back in such a rush.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, let’s head back tomorrow then,” Song Linger said, pursing her lips.

Xiao Shun looked at his watch, stood up, and said, “If there’s nothing else, you should rest early. We will leave early tomorrow.”

“Eh, Master…” Song Linger said anxiously.

“What now?”

“Can we chat for a bit longer?”

“What’s there to chat about? I’m hungry, haven’t eaten yet. I’m going out to get something.”

“I’ll order delivery for you. You can eat here,” Song Linger said, giving him a resentful look.

“…Alright then,” Xiao Shun agreed after a moment, shrugging his shoulders.

At the same time, Wei Tianhua was released on bail and returned to the Wei family mansion. The atmosphere was completely different from the day before. Instead of being festive, the mansion was filled with sorrow and grief. The entire Wei family was immersed in a sorrowful mood.

Wei Lun had taken his last breath. All the expensive life-saving medicines and medical procedures were in vain. Wei Lun was like a towering tree to the Wei family. All their governmental connections were established by him since he took over the Wei family. The Wei family’s current status in Harrow and even in Oakland was largely due to him. The descendants of the Wei family were all deeply grateful to him.

In the eighty to ninety square meters of the ward, various advanced medical equipment were arranged. More than a dozen doctors stood aside, their faces full of regret. They had done their best. The Wei family’s descendants filled half of the room, all with furrowed brows and gloomy expressions. Wei Lun lay quietly on the hospital bed like a withered old tree, with the equipment next to him making a faint sound. The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating.

Wei Tianhua was the grandson Wei Lun had loved most since he was a child. He walked in and saw the current situation, immediately broke down in tears at the bedside.

After all, it was because he had provoked Xiao Shun that the Wei family had been humiliated. Then there was the loss of face at the charity dinner, and Pengzu’s death. What should have been a joyful birthday banquet for his grandfather turned into a farce, and his grandfather ended up in this condition. All of this was his fault. But this hatred had to be vented, and naturally, it was directed at Xiao Shun.

If Xiao Shun had just bowed his head in humiliation, not fighting back, it wouldn’t have come to this. How absurd and twisted logic, but this was the mentality of these arrogant and domineering youngsters.

“It’s that bastard who killed grandpa!” His eyes were bloodshot, and he said to Wei Wendong with a ferocious look, “Uncle, you say something, should we avenge this grudge or not?”

The Wei family descendants all looked at Wei Wendong. After the old man passed, he was the true backbone of the Wei family. Wei Wendong signaled, and the doctors hurriedly left the ward.

“The vengeance of a father is not shared under the same sky. This grudge must be avenged,” he said expressionlessly, without a hint of emotion in his voice.

Wei Lun’s wife, in her sixties, with a head full of silver hair, never interfered with the family affairs. She was a woman of few words and lived a simple life. She even refrained from attending Wei Lun’s birthday banquet. But at this moment, she was unusually angry and said in a deep voice, “That scoundrel not only repeatedly disgraced our Wei family, but now your father is in this condition because of him. If we do not avenge this grudge, others will think our Wei family is easy to bully. Everyone will want to shit on our necks.”

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Her words were clearly aimed at Wei Wendong. He hurriedly said, “Mother, what are you talking about? Even if I am no longer an official, I will avenge my father.”

“However, this matter needs careful consideration. The power backing that scoundrel is not to be underestimated. Apart from Zhao Hetai, I believe there are others supporting him behind the scenes. You might not know, but he was released before Tianhua, and even Zhao Hetai was under pressure from the higher-ups,” Wei Wendong said worriedly. “But rest assured, Mother, no matter what, leave this matter to me. I will spare no cost to make that young man accompany Father in death. You must take good care of your health.”

The next afternoon, Xiao Shun and his party returned to Stillwater. Song Linger drove straight to the Eighth Avenue. As they reached the entrance of the small courtyard, they spotted a Hummer parked on the side.

“Uh? Uncle Qingshan is back?” Song Linger murmured to herself as she got out of the car.

The door was ajar, and as the three of them pushed it open, a tall figure appeared in their sight. Song Qingshan still looked magnificent, standing in the yard in his neat battle gear, smiling at them. He looked a lot tanner and leaner since the last time Xiao Shun saw him, but his eyes were still bright and he seemed in high spirits.

“Uncle Qingshan! When did you come back?” Song Linger ran over like a child, tugging at Song Qingshan’s arm and cheering.

“I got home this morning. Your dad said you would be back today, so I came over to see you,” Song Qingshan said, looking over at Xiao Shun and greeting, “Mr. Xiao, we meet again.”

“Let me introduce you, this is Duan Jia, the King of Bodyguards,” Xiao Shun introduced.

“I’ve heard about you from Brother Qingzhou, but never had a chance to meet you. It’s good to finally see you in person,” Song Qingshan said, extending his hand towards Duan Jia, “I’m Song Qingshan.”

Duan Jia shook his hand, “Mr. Song also mentioned you, his younger brother. Good, the Song family is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.”

“You flatter me,” Song Qingshan laughed.

“Don’t just stand there, come sit. I’ll make us some tea,” Song Linger said cheerfully, darting into the kitchen.

“Let’s sit outside. At this time of year, it’s more comfortable outside than inside,” Xiao Shun suggested.

In the Central Plains, by March, it was warm outside, but the house would be somewhat chilly without heating, especially for houses like theirs in the small courtyard.

The three of them sat down next to their usual round table outside.

“I heard that Mr. Xiao is teaching Linger kung fu. What are those drawings on the ground?” Song Qingshan asked, pointing to the constellation diagram drawn with white ash on the ground. He had heard from Song Qingzhou that under Xiao Shun’s guidance, Song Linger’s kung fu had made remarkable progress, which made him very curious and eager to see for himself.

“Oh, those are the Ripple Steps, a method to train her speed and evasion,” Xiao Shun replied with a smile.