The Crazy Son-In-Law

Xiao Shun had repeatedly warned Zhu Que that they were in their own country and she shouldn’t draw her gun so readily. However, it seemed like pulling out her weapon was an unconscious reaction for her, and her hand would instinctively reach for her waist at the slightest provocation.

Xiao Shun tapped the table a few times with his fingers, stood up, and walked over to He Jun. He looked down at him and said, “What’s up, kid? You don’t agree with me?” He Jun didn’t even glance at him, took a sip of his beer and responded, “I’ll sit here and let you hit me. Do you dare to take a swing?”

The three men with him smirked at Xiao Shun, apparently convinced that he wouldn’t dare to make a move. However, the next second, they were all stunned. Xiao Shun lifted the plate of grilled fish and dumped it over He Jun’s head.

“Ahh!” He Jun let out a painful scream.

The grilled fish was meant to be cooked in its own broth, so it was full of soup. Thankfully, they hadn’t started cooking it yet. Otherwise, the hot soup mixed with various seasonings would have burned him. Even so, it was enough to make him squirm.

In an instant, the red oil soup mixed with chili, green onion, and Sichuan peppercorns cascaded down He Jun’s head. He jumped up from his chair, eyes closed tightly, and quickly tried to wipe the oily grime off his face while he cursed and barked orders at his companions.

“Screw you! Kill him for me!”

Before anyone knew it, a large figure had ambled over from the side. As soon as He Jun finished speaking, the figure picked up a nearby plastic chair and swung it in a half-circle, smashing it against his back.

The blow was powerful and the plastic chair shattered on impact. He Jun fell face-first to the ground. His companions, about to pounce on Xiao Shun, paused, only now realizing that the person who had knocked He Jun down was a chubby girl wearing a large black dress.

Xiao Shun recognized her too. She was the chubby girl he had seen at the service area in the afternoon. If he remembered correctly, her name was Wen Yao.

She looked to be at least over 200 pounds, and even her large black dress couldn’t hide the fact that her excess weight stretched the fabric. Her eyes were mere slits due to the fat on her face. She discarded what was left of the plastic chair in her hand, looked at He Jun’s dumbfounded companions, and said, “I heard everything. You guys provoked them first. Apologize.”

Wen Yao’s soft, melodious voice was a stark contrast to her large, round physique. Xiao Shun could tell that she was a practitioner, though her level of cultivation was not high. He was curious. As a rule, practitioners exercised a lot and burned a lot of calories. It was nearly impossible for them to maintain a figure like hers.

Xiao Shun didn’t like dealing with these thugs. It was beneath him. But now that Wen Yao had intervened, he was content to watch her handle them. Despite her low level of cultivation and her inconvenient size, she was more than capable of dealing with these hooligans.

“Fatso! Get lost! Stop meddling!” One of the short men shouted at her, then grabbed a nearby chair to throw at Xiao Shun.

Wen Yao stepped forward quickly and effortlessly lifted him off the ground. She was probably over 1. 7 meters tall, but because of her size, she didn’t stand out. The short man was significantly shorter than her. With her wide body and large weight, lifting him was like picking up a chicken.

She casually tossed him aside. He was thrown several meters away and landed with a thud. He lay on the ground, whimpering. It seemed unlikely that he would get up anytime soon.

“This chubby girl is so strong, could she be a weightlifter?” someone in the crowd speculated.

“I think she looks more like a sumo wrestler,” someone else suggested.

The spectators immediately gasped and then began whispering among themselves. He Jun, knocked to the ground by Wen Yao’s chair, was still lying there, his head buzzing. He was left with only two of his companions, who were in a quandary.

They weren’t fools. The short man was muscular and probably weighed nearly 200 pounds. But he was casually tossed several meters away by Wen Yao, which showed her astonishing strength. They were clearly no match for her.

“If you guys try anything else, I won’t be polite,” Wen Yao said softly.

The crowd was silent. She hadn’t been polite just now, had she?

“Do you know whose territory this is? Mind your own business if you know what’s good for you! Don’t look for trouble!”One of the bald men shouted defiantly.

“But I have interfered already. You better apologize to them quickly. If not, we can always call the police,” Wen Yao said in a leisurely manner.

The idea of calling the police was a humiliation the thugs couldn’t bear. They couldn’t win this fight, and with two men down, they couldn’t run either. It was clear they had bitten off more than they could chew. The bald man had no choice but to accept defeat and give a slight bow to Xiao Shun and his friends.

“We’re sorry. We were blind and offended you today,” he said grudgingly.

“Do you forgive them?” Wen Yao asked Xiao Shun and his friends.

Xiao Shun smiled and said, “Let it go. They have learned their lesson. Let them go.”

“Alright, you can leave now,” Wen Yao told the bald man.

Upon hearing this, the two men breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly helped He Jun and the short man up and stumbled off the scene.

“Good job, girl!” one spectator praised.

“Be careful, girl. These people are not easy to mess with,” another one warned.

The spectators either praised her or advised her to be careful. Wen Yao responded with a shy smile, making her eyes even harder to see.

“Thank you, everyone,” she said.

Then she turned to the stall owner and said, “I’ll pay for the chair later. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”

“No problem at all,” the stall owner said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Then please grill ten more chicken hearts for me. Add more chili, thank you.”

“Of course,” the stall owner agreed readily.

They couldn’t deal with He Jun and his gang, and clearly, they couldn’t deal with this young lady either.

“If you don’t mind, why don’t you join us for a meal?” Xiao Shun invited her, seeing that she was sitting alone in a corner and had just helped out.

“Can I?” Wen Yao’s round face lit up with a happy smile.

“Of course, we should thank you for stepping up boldly just now,” Xiao Shun said.

“Well… okay, thank you,” Wen Yao said, a little shy but polite, as she took a seat next to them.

“My name is Wen Yao, nice to meet you,” she introduced herself to Yao Cen and Zhu Que. “You two are very beautiful.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Thank you, my name is Yao Cen, and this is Zhu Que. We’re pleased to meet you,” Yao Cen said with a smile.

Zhu Que also nodded politely at her in acknowledgment.