The Crazy Son-In-Law

The Wei family patriarch had adopted a daughter named Su Qin years ago, and Yang Zi Nuo was Su Qin’s daughter, which made her Wei Wen Dong’s niece. After Su Qin moved to the capital with her husband, they lost touch.

“Uncle, you haven’t changed at all; you’re still so energetic,” Yang Zi Nuo said with a smile as she walked with Wei Wen Dong into the house. A few descendants of the Wei family followed, whispering to each other.

“So this is Su aunt’s daughter, Yang Zi Nuo? Didn’t realize she was such a beauty. We used to play together when we were kids. After they moved to the capital, we lost contact. I didn’t expect her to grow up so beautiful.”

“And she’s not just pretty, she’s competent. So, even though we’re not related by blood, don’t get any ideas.”

“What if Zi Nuo actually likes me? By the way, how do you know she’s competent?”

“Obviously, didn’t you see the car outside? Look at the license plate. It is said to be used by top officials of the provincial Old School Society. I heard that she is here to take over as the new branch head of the provincial Old School Society.”

“Old School Society… branch head… my god, is that true? I had no idea that Zi Nuo, who looks so gentle, is actually a cultivator.”

In fact, Yang Zi Nuo came to take over as the deputy branch head of the Oakland branch. Normally, the Old School Society does not have a position of deputy branch head. When the headquarters promised Xiao Shun that he could ignore the affairs of the Old School Society, it was merely a temporary measure.

With such a large power at stake, who wouldn’t be tempted? But they didn’t expect Xiao Shun to really act as a hands-off boss, and the headquarters was not willing to let him go.

With no other choice, they had to send someone over to act as the deputy branch head and handle the internal affairs of the Old School Society. Yang Zi Nuo was not only beautiful but also extremely talented. Despite her young age, her martial arts cultivation was not inferior to that of Zuo Zhi Yuan. It was quite a pity for her to hold the position of deputy branch head.

And moreover, the branch head was someone she hadn’t even met. What did defeating Zuo Zhi Yuan mean? She could also defeat him. Why could Xiao Shun be the branch head while she could only be a deputy branch head? This is what Yang Zi Nuo thought.

The expenses required by a cultivator during their cultivation process were staggering, necessitating various elixirs for assistance. Therefore, lower-level cultivators with good talent and aptitude often chose to be supported by a large family, or joined specialized organizations like the Old School Society. These places not only provided them with a certain stipend but also a large supply of auxiliary elixirs.

Yang Zinuo’s family circumstances were fairly affluent. However, many elixirs were monopolized by the Old School Society, making them hard to purchase elsewhere. Even with money, high-level elixirs were not necessarily available at the Old School Society; one needed certain qualifications or permissions. The gap between the deputy branch head and the branch head was thus manifested. Some key elixirs that branch heads could purchase were not available to deputy branch heads.

Ever since Yang Zinuo was assigned to take over the position of deputy branch head in Oakland, she had been indignant. She believed that with her martial arts cultivation, she was more than capable of being a branch head, yet she had to occupy a deputy position, which was hard for her to accept. However, she couldn’t disobey the top-level appointment and had to obey.

In the main hall, Yang Zinuo sat next to Wei Wendong, while other Wei family descendants greeted each other, temporarily transforming the place into a scene of kin recognition.

“Zinuo, do you still remember us? When we were kids, we used to climb over the wall to catch fish in the river outside,” said the young man who had just marveled at Yang Zinuo’s beauty, smiling.

Yang Zinuo nodded in acknowledgment, her tone cold, “Of course, Chengjun.”

“That’s great, I didn’t expect you to recognize me,” Wei Chengjun said with a joyful face.

“Could you guys give us some privacy for now? I have some important things to discuss with my uncle,” Yang Zinuo said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Eh…”

The Wei family descendants looked at each other, their enthusiasm suddenly cooled. This young lady was really not leaving them any face. It was her first visit and she had made them uncomfortable.

“Go, all of you go. Now that Zinuo is here in Harrow, there will be plenty of time to catch up later,” Wei Wendong waved them off.

Once the patriarch had spoken, the others naturally had nothing to say and left the main hall reluctantly.

“Coming to Harrow and not giving your uncle a heads up, if it weren’t for your mother’s call, I wouldn’t even know about it. I’ve asked the servants to prepare a room for you. From now on, you’ll live here. Your mother isn’t comfortable with you living outside,” Wei Wendong said to Yang Zinuo after everyone had left.

Yang Zinuo chuckled, “My mom really still treats me like that kid from back then.” She paused, then continued, “I won’t trouble you, uncle. The company has arranged accommodation for me. It’s close to work and convenient.”

Yang Zinuo, after all, was a young person and would certainly not prefer to live under the same roof with her elders. Besides, the Wei family was large, with many people and a lot of chatter. She preferred some peace. Given their years of separation, some estrangement was unavoidable, and living together would be awkward.

“You make it sound like a big deal. It’s no trouble, this is your home. You used to stay here often as a child,” Wei Wendong said with a smile.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thank you for your kindness, uncle. But really, it’s not needed,” Yang Zinuo replied.

“Well, alright. If you don’t want to stay here, that’s fine. But make sure to visit your uncle often when you have time,” Wei Wendong said, hearing the estrangement in Yang Zinuo’s tone and not insisting further.

“Your mother tells me you’re working at Golden Holding?” Wei Wendong asked knowingly.

After a brief hesitation, Yang Zinuo responded with a light laugh, “To be precise, I’m with the Old School Society. I currently serve as a deputy branch head at the Old School Society. That’s why I asked the others to leave earlier. I don’t want too many people to know about my position. It’s the rule of the Old School Society. But I trust you completely.”

Wei Wendong certainly knew that Golden Holding was a company under the Old School Society, but he hadn’t expected Yang Zinuo to be a deputy branch head of the Old School Society.

His eyes brightened involuntarily, exclaiming with admiration, “I never expected this, you’ve done so well, even becoming the Deputy Branch Head of Old School Society. That’s truly remarkable.”

Yang Zinuo felt a bit shy being praised so much, she adjusted her glasses and said, “Uncle, you flatter me.”

Then, she shifted the conversation, “When my grandfather passed away, my mother was in the hospital for surgery and couldn’t come to see him for the last time. Even now, she can’t help but shed tears whenever she thinks about it. She’s currently recovering from surgery and it’s not appropriate for her to travel. Once she’s a bit better, she will come to pay respects to grandfather herself. Please forgive her, uncle.”

Hearing this, Wei Wendong sighed and said, “It’s not your mother’s fault. Her health has been poor in recent years, and your grandfather’s departure was sudden. It’s just an unfortunate coincidence.”

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