The Crazy Son-In-Law

Xia Li walked downstairs with a radiant smile.

“Mr. Cheng, you’ve come so late, I guess you’re not planning to stay overnight?” She sat on the sofa, crossing her legs, most of her smooth, tender, and beautiful leg glowing under the light.

“Is Nie Yue still alive?” Cheng Yu asked abruptly, taking a sip of his red wine.

“If Mr. Cheng wants him dead, no one can save him.”

Xia Li smiled charmingly, gently swirling the wine glass in her hand, her gaze fixed on him.

“Mr. Cheng, do you want him to die? Indecision is not a virtue for a real man.”

“Are you sure no one can save him? The effect of your poisonous insect last time…”

“Last time, Mr. Cheng, you didn’t ask me to kill anyone.” Xia Li blinked as she said this.

“This time, I used an extremely rare African insect to create the poison. It reproduces only once a year, and it can lay eggs inside the human body. These eggs are identical to human muscle tissue and extremely small, so current medical equipment can’t detect them.”

“And they can continually draw energy from the host’s flesh and blood until the host dies.”

“I’ve named this kind of poison ‘Blood Crystals’. Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?”

Cheng Yu looked at the woman before him, suddenly feeling a cold shiver. She was terrifyingly beautiful and equally terrifying in her methods.

“Mr. Cheng, you don’t have to look at me like that.” Xia Li smiled sweetly, half-jokingly, half-seriously.

“We are partners, and I like you very much. I would never harm you.”

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

She leaned forward slightly, gazing playfully at Cheng Yu, her chest revealing a captivating view.

Cheng Yu instinctively glanced at her, laughing awkwardly, “Miss Xia is so beautiful, how could I be afraid?”

“Even though it’s a lie, I like such lies.” Xia Li propped herself up, “Mr. Cheng’s purpose for coming tonight is to ask whether Nie Yue will die?”

“Your task is completed. Staying in the country is unsafe. For your safety, I plan to send you back,” Cheng Yu put down his wine glass and stated.

“Mr. Cheng is afraid of implicating himself,” Xia Li laughed.

“It seems there’s still not enough trust between us. I can go back, but about your promise…”

She was smart, naturally understanding Cheng Yu’s thoughts. He feared that if things were exposed, she might betray him. Only by keeping her away could he absolve himself.

“In a few days, I will personally go to the Southeast Asia branch to help your Xia family resolve the difficulties you’re facing,” Cheng Yu stated.

“I hope Mr. Cheng won’t go back on his words,” Xia Li responded.

“I have a handle in your hands; breaking my word does me no good. Besides, helping your Xia family is just a small effort for our family.”

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Counting the days, Wang Ye had less than three months to live.

The old man seemed to have accepted his fate.

His mood was calm, neither sad nor happy. He woke up early every day, practiced a set of health-preserving exercises, then washed and had breakfast. Most of his time was spent tending to flowers and plants in the garden.

This morning, Xiao Shun didn’t go to the company with Yao Cen. Instead, he took a taxi to Eighth Avenue first to pick up Dark Roses, then went to Bamboo Garden.

Except for using Ghost Door Thirteen to save the Wang family by improving his cultivation, he hadn’t found any other methods.

But improving cultivation was not an overnight matter. Even if he used all the energy provided by the Spirit Stone and devoted all his energy to cultivation, it was impossible to elevate his realm to the Consolidation Stage within a few months.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Xiao Shun never claimed to be a doctor, so he didn’t have the so-called doctor’s benevolence.

However, he did feel somewhat guilty towards Wang Ye. Although the two didn’t interact much, he greatly respected the old man.

After all, he always got medicinal materials from Goodhealth, and Goodhealth always provided him with the best quality goods, which helped him a lot.

When Xiao Shun arrived at Bamboo Garden, he was allowed in without having to announce his arrival.

When he saw Wang Ye in the garden, he was standing with one hand behind his back and the other holding a watering can, meticulously watering the plants, just like most retired seniors. But after some days without seeing him, he appeared even more aged, not as spirited and proud as the first time they met.

“How have you been feeling recently?” Xiao Shun cheerfully approached him with a greeting.

Upon hearing his voice, Wang Ye straightened up, his face bright with surprise as he looked at him. He gestured and said, “A rare visitor! Come, come, take a look at this orchid I’ve been nurturing.”

Xiao Shun went closer to inspect. It was a Golden Rose orchid, named for its resemblance to a golden rose when in full bloom. It was quite common in the country and not especially valuable. It was blooming season, and several buds were covered in tiny drops of water, brimming with life.

Xiao Shun, not in the mood to appreciate his masterpiece, chuckled and asked again, “How have you been feeling recently?”

“Let’s talk under the pavilion.” Wang Ye put down the watering can and gestured towards a pavilion not too far away. The two men walked side by side to the pavilion and took their seats.

Wang Ye poured him a cup of cold tea, handed it to him, and said with a serene smile, “Thank you for still caring about this old man. I’m in good health. When the time comes, I’ve come to accept it. I’ve lived a fruitful life. There are many who don’t live to be as old as I am. Don’t you agree?”

“I’m sorry, I still haven’t found a way to cure your family’s ailment,” Xiao Shun said, somewhat regretfully.

Wang Ye waved his hand dismissively, “The comfortable life I’ve been able to live for the past year is all thanks to you. If it weren’t for your Ghost Door Thirteen relieving my pain, I would be writhing in pain on a bed right now. You’ve done your best, there’s no need to blame yourself.”

Xiao Shun responded with a stiff smile, unsure of what to say. Wang Ye didn’t seem to need consolation; he seemed at peace.

At this point, Wang Ye looked at the wooden box Xiao Shun had been holding and asked, “What’s that in your hand?”

“Ah, have you heard of Dark Roses?” Xiao Shun placed the wooden box on the table, opening it as he asked.

Wang Ye furrowed his brows slightly, “Dark Roses?”

As they spoke, the box was opened, and a chilling aura filled the air.

“Yes, this,” Xiao Shun pointed to the Dark Roses in the box.

Wang Ye shook his head, “I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never seen it. Where did you get this?”

Xiao Shun briefly explained his encounter at Mount Kumi.

Wang Ye pondered for a while, quickly recalling all the medical books he had read in his lifetime. He shook his head, “I have many ancient medical books at home, but none mention anything about Dark Roses. It must be very rare. Do you think it can be used in medicine?”

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