The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Linger, are you still mad at daddy?” He turned to the silent Song Linger, his voice tinged with appeasement.

Song Linger gave him a cold shoulder.

“Look at you. All I did was suggest a marriage proposal. If you don’t agree, I’ll decline it. Is there a need to be so angry?” Song Qingshou tried to smooth things over with a sheepish smile.

“You said differently a few days ago.” Song Linger responded coolly.

Song Qingshou sighed, “You’re not getting any younger and you’re not focusing on your studies. All I’m doing is worrying about your future and trying to find you a good family to marry into. The Feng family is a major clan in the capital. If you marry into them, I won’t have to worry about you.”

“Doesn’t the Song family want me? Even if the Song family doesn’t want me, I won’t starve. Why should I rely on others?” Song Linger retorted coldly.

“You just want to sell me for your own political gain!”

Song Qingshou’s face darkened, “What are you saying? Am I that kind of person? I have only you as my daughter. Aren’t I just thinking about your future? No matter how skilled you become, you’re still a girl and will eventually have to marry. And this is also your grandfather’s idea.”

“Thank you, but no. Whether I marry or not is my business. You’ve never interfered before, and I don’t need you to start now.” Song Linger fired back.

“I’ll talk to your grandfather!”

The situation was becoming tense. Seeing Song Qingshou’s rising temper, Xiaoshun quickly tried to defuse it, “Uncle Song, calm down. Linger is still young. There’s no rush. We can wait until she meets the right person.”

“Do you like our Linger?” Song Qingshou seized the opportunity to ask.

Xiaoshun was taken aback. This line of questioning had taken a swift turn towards him.

Hearing this, Song Linger’s heart tightened. She looked at Song Qingshou, then at Xiaoshun, feeling both hopeful and afraid, and a little bit shy.

She had not expected Song Qingshou to ask this so suddenly and directly.

“I do.” Xiaoshun admitted after a brief pause.

Song Linger’s heart leapt into her throat, then began to beat wildly. With her face flushed, she lowered her head, unsure of what to do.

So love could sometimes be so simple, so direct, so brutal!

“But you’re married. Don’t you think this is a bit immoral, a bit irresponsible?” Song Qingshou asked.

“You’re being a bit too greedy, you know. You know that Linger likes you. That’s why she’s so sensitive about the marriage proposal. I wish you could take responsibility like a man,” Song Qingshou said.

Xiaoshun responded with a faint smile, “As you said, Uncle Song, I am already married. But I also have the right to like someone. So far, Linger and I have maintained a master-disciple relationship. For the foreseeable future, maybe for a long time, it will remain this way. We won’t cross that line.”

“Linger likes me, I can’t stop that. Maybe one day she’ll meet someone else she likes, and stop liking me. I can’t stop that either, and I won’t try to. She’s still young and has a lot of time to meet more people. There’s no need to force her to make a choice now, is there?”

“You are her father. I believe you don’t want to see her unhappy. It won’t do any good for your relationship with her. I hope you can give her the right to decide for herself.”

Xiaoshun didn’t voice out his thoughts – if your hardworking, capable, and persuasive daughter gets married, who will help me refine my pills? Such a selfish thought, he definitely couldn’t voice out.

Song Qingshou was silent for a moment, giving a helpless glance at the blushing Song Linger, and sighed, “I’m afraid this stubborn girl will stick to her path to the end.”

Xiaoshun: “…”

Maybe this path is the road to brightness.

“Alright, I won’t stop you from seeing each other. I also won’t force her to go on blind dates. But you have to promise me one thing,” Song Qingshou looked at Xiaoshun.

Xiaoshun wondered if he was going to be asked not to touch Song Linger.

To be honest, he hadn’t thought about it, showing that Xiaoshun was indeed a gentleman.

“We’re planning to establish a martial arts school. I intend to hire you as the first principal of this school. Are you interested?” Song Qingshou asked.

Xiaoshun: “…”

Song Qingshou, you old fox, so you were waiting for me here.

Xiaoshun originally thought this dinner was for Song Linger, but now he realized the dinner was for him.

He had no interest in founding a new school, let alone the fact that Song Qingshou was a government official, so the martial arts school would definitely be an institutional one.

Once he became the principal, there would be numerous restrictions. It would be much easier to be a branch head of the Old School Society. Why bother?

“I’m not interested,” Xiaoshun refused without hesitation.

“Uncle Song, with my little skill, wouldn’t I mislead the students if I became the principal? You should find someone else, don’t trouble me.”

“Don’t be modest. I’ve seen your strength in the Sikong family. After being taught by you, I’ve seen Linger’s strength myself. You’re more than capable of being the principal,” Song Qingshou sincerely said.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re not an outsider, so let me be frank. The military is leading this martial arts school, and we’re responsible for secretly implementing it. Then we’ll recruit gifted teenagers from all over the country to study there.

“On one hand, it’s to provide talent for the military; on the other hand, we hope it will be like a hidden blade, ready to strike at unexpected moments when certain domestic or foreign organizations make any illicit moves.

“What we’re doing is a great cause for the defense of our nation and people. I beg you.”

Song Qingshou was passionate, looking like he would kneel down if Xiaoshun didn’t agree.

Xiaoshun remembered the last time Song Qingshou returned covered in injuries, a sight that still deeply shocked him. However, he truly had no interest in teaching and imparting his knowledge, and he disliked being restrained even more.

“Uncle Song, this really puts me in a difficult position,” Xiaoshun said candidly. “Firstly, I chose to teach Linger because she is extremely talented. It would be a waste if she didn’t practice martial arts. Secondly, teaching martial arts to an individual and being a principal are two different matters. Moreover, I don’t like being bound by your rules and regulations.”

“Of course, we won’t expect all the students coming out of the martial arts school to be like Linger. As I mentioned earlier, this will be a secret martial arts school with minimal ties to the government. There will certainly be no restrictions, and you can work freely. We’ll only be responsible for establishing the martial arts school; everything else will be handed over to you.”

“We’ll provide money if you need money, manpower if you need manpower. I can assure you that we will not be ambiguous,” Song Qingshou said with a determined tone, his promise resolute and solemn.