The Crazy Son-In-Law

After washing her face, Song Linger stretched her body to warm up, then began practicing.

She started with the first move of the Meteor Fist: Chasing the Moon.

She had already mastered the Meteor Fist, and combined with the Ripple Steps, her small body moved like a dancing serpent, unpredictable.

Three hours passed in a blink of an eye. The courtyard was filled with sunlight.

At this time, she was dripping with sweat, her face flushed. She returned to her room, took a shower, changed into dry clothes, and walked out of her room with a toothbrush in her mouth.

She walked to the water basin, humming a tune while brushing her teeth.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear a familiar footstep, and as if she had a sixth sense, she looked towards the door.

A few seconds later, she saw Xiao Shun carrying breakfast.

She ran over excitedly, and if she had not stopped in time, she would have thrown herself at Xiao Shun.

“Master, you’re back!”

Toothpaste foam splashed everywhere, Xiao Shun pushed her forehead away with a disgusted face and said, “Go rinse your mouth, I brought you breakfast.”

“Master is so good to me!” Song Linger said with a grin, her eyes curved into crescents as she quickly ran back to the water basin to rinse her mouth.

Xiao Shun sighed, this girl was really easy to please, unaware that the ingredients used by Starline Bio were all produced by her training here…

It was just past eight o’clock, and it was still relatively cool outside.

Xiao Shun walked to the wall where they usually chatted. An umbrella was set up there now. He put down the breakfast and Song Linger came bounding over.

“Is this just for me?” she asked as she opened the breakfast box.

“I’ve already eaten. I bought this especially for you, so eat up quickly,” Xiao Shun replied.

“Oh, then you can watch me eat,” Song Linger said, laughing cheerfully.

Xiao Shun: “…”

“Master, can you bring me along when you go out in the future? I promise I won’t cause you any trouble, and I can even drive for you, help you buy food, and assist in fights,” she proposed.

In front of Xiao Shun, Song Linger had none of the restraint expected of a young lady. She stuffed her mouth full, munching while mumbling.

“Alright, I’ll try my best,” Xiao Shun replied with a smile. “Eat slowly, be careful not to choke.”

“Really?” She ignored the latter part of his sentence, her bright eyes lighting up in surprise.

“Really.”

“You can’t lie to me,” she said, tilting her head up and smiling foolishly.

“By the way, my Meteor Fist is almost perfect. I’ll demonstrate it for you later so you can review it.”

“Okay, if it passes, I’ll teach you something new.”

“I want to learn medicine.”

“That’s also possible.”

Song Linger had already reached the pinnacle of the Foundation Stage. Coupled with her extraordinary talent, her comprehension was far superior to ordinary people. Teaching her medical skills should be quick to grasp.

After breakfast, the two leaned back in their chairs to rest, and Song Linger started chattering non-stop.

“What do you usually do when I’m not here?” Xiao Shun asked.

“Practice my skills, then study the prescriptions you left behind, practice making pills, and if there’s time, go to school for a couple of classes, and then just eat and sleep,” she replied.

“With so many boys at school, are there any good ones?” Xiao Shun asked with a sour tone.

“There are two who are quite handsome, but I haven’t interacted with them. I don’t know about their character, but they are quite popular,” Song Linger said, closing her eyes with a smile.

“How about compared to me?” Xiao Shun shamelessly asked.

“Of course, Master, you are more handsome,” Song Linger said, opening her eyes and looking at him sideways.

“You have good taste,” Xiao Shun said.

“Of course.” Song Linger raised her eyebrows.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I have a lunch appointment with your father. You should come with me.”

Song Linger paused for a moment, her small mind suddenly lighting up, she asked, “Did he ask you to bring me along?”

Xiao Shun didn’t hide it and laughed, “Yeah, you’re his daughter, you can’t avoid him forever, right?”

“But… if… if he says something he shouldn’t, you mustn’t overthink it,” Song Linger stammered, pouting.

“He didn’t say anything he shouldn’t, he just mentioned arranging a marriage for you,” Xiao Shun said with a laugh.

“That’s nothing, you’re not young anymore, it’s quite normal, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t thought about these things yet, besides, I’m still in school.”

“Then you can explain it to him yourself later tonight. You won’t completely cut off contact with your father, will you?”

“Alright then, I’ll go with you,” Song Linger hesitated slightly before agreeing.

It was nearly noon. Song Linger drove Xiao Shun to the Emperor Hall.

“Mr. Xiao, Linger, long time no see,” greeted Song Yun, who was currently running the Emperor Hall.

“Brother, has dad arrived yet?” Song Linger asked. Being cousins, the Song family had always been close, so Song Linger’s call to Song Yun as ‘brother’ was genuine and sweet.

“He just arrived. I’ll take you guys,” Song Yun pointed towards the inside with a smile.

“No need, brother. There must be many guests right now. You must be busy. Go ahead with your work,” Song Linger said with a laugh, “I’m not an outsider after all.”

“Alright then, you guys go ahead. Call me if you need anything,” Song Yun said.

They soon arrived at the private room, and in the spacious elegant room, there was only Song Qingsheng.

“My dear friend, it’s been a long time. Has Linger been causing any trouble recently?” Song Qingshou rose to his feet, clasping Xiaoshun’s hand and patting his shoulder. His gaze casually slid over to Song Linger.

Song Linger responded with a roll of her eyes and took her seat.

“Not at all, Uncle Song. You look well. I take it you’ve been promoted again?” Xiaoshun teased with a smile.

“Let’s sit and talk.” Song Qingshou released his hand.

After the two had settled into their seats and exchanged pleasantries, a few cold dishes were placed on the table.

“I’ve arranged the person you wanted to meet. You can go directly to the third detention center tomorrow. Give me a call when you arrive, and I will have someone escort you in.” Song Qingshou said.

“Thank you, Uncle Song. Here’s to you.” Xiaoshun raised his glass.

“There’s no need to thank me, we’re family.” Song Qingshou clinked glasses with him, smiling.

“I did hear a little about the Yao family. Their current situation is your handiwork, isn’t it?”

The Yao family, while not a major clan in Stillwater, was an old one. Given the recent events, it would have been hard for Song Qingshou to remain unaware.

Xiaoshun smirked, and responded lightly, “Their own handiwork.”

If the Yao family hadn’t been so greedy, they wouldn’t be in the situation they were in. They brought it upon themselves. Song Qingshou didn’t press further. The survival of a second-rate family in small Stillwater wasn’t worth his concern.