The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Nice to meet you,” Wen Yao said. Subsequently, Xiao Shun also introduced himself to her, mentioning that they had a brief encounter in the afternoon. She exclaimed in realization, “Oh, I remember now. It seems we have met before. What a coincidence!”

Xiao Shun noticed her personality was not particularly introverted or taciturn. Perhaps she was very self-conscious about how others viewed her figure, so she always spoke carefully.

They then ordered some other dishes, and soon the fish Xiao Shun had ordered and the chicken heart Wen Yao ordered were grilled and served.

“I saw you this afternoon at the rest stop with several companions. Where are your companions?” Xiao Shun asked her.

“Uh… They went to a high-end Western restaurant that I don’t really fit into, so I’m just waiting for them here,” Wen Yao lowered her head slightly, looking a little depressed.

Xiao Shun exchanged glances with Yao Cen and Zhu Que.

They roughly understood what was going on – either her friends looked down on her for being too fat and didn’t want to be seen with her, or she was too self-conscious to go with them.

Recalling what that girl Yanzi had said this afternoon, Xiao Shun leaned towards the former – that her friends disdained her obviously excessive figure.

Xiao Shun really wanted to ask how she had become like this. As mentioned before, cultivators generally would not end up like this. Even if they gave up martial arts, with their foundation built from years or even decades of discipline, their figures would not become so out of shape.

However, having just met for less than half an hour, it was obviously inappropriate to directly pry into someone’s privacy. He decided to let it go for now – if fate brought them together again, he could ask later.

Since she had righteously come to his defense earlier, Xiao Shun had a good impression of her. If he could help her, he would be happy to lend a hand. Using acupuncture to help her lose weight would not be too difficult.

After getting more acquainted, the three also found Wen Yao to be quite talkative, always speaking softly with a smile. Her voice was very pleasant to listen to.

Around 10 pm, after receiving a phone call, Wen Yao stood up, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, “I have to go now. It was lovely meeting you all today, thank you.”

“Likewise,” Xiao Shun nodded and said.

She waved at Xiao Shun and the other two before heading towards the exit.

Yao Cen watched her gradually disappear into the distance and sighed, “What a strange girl. I can feel she’s very optimistic, yet also very insecure – she’s a walking contradiction!”

“Perhaps she is naturally very optimistic, and I guess she must have fallen ill and transformed like this in a short period, so she hasn’t adjusted yet,” Xiao Shun speculated thoughtfully.

“Hmm? Don’t you know medicine? Can you tell what illness she has?” Yao Cen asked.

Xiao Shun suspected she may have gone berserk cultivating some mystic arts, but couldn’t confirm yet. He shook his head, “No, we just met, and I shouldn’t pry into her privacy. If we meet again by chance, I’ll ask then.”

“Mm,” Yao Cen responded.

After paying, the three left the barbecue area and headed towards their hotel.

“Boss, there are people following behind us,” Zhu Que said as she drove halfway. Through the rearview mirror, she noticed a black Toyota SUV and a van following them. With her intuition as an assassin, she quickly determined they were tailing them.

“It’s probably those local thugs we ran into at the barbecue place. Ignore them for now until we get back to the hotel,” Xiao Shun carefully sensed and found no cultivator aura from the other vehicle.

He figured it was those punks being sore losers, trying again now that Wen Yao wasn’t around to deter them.

Xiao Shun was naturally not bothered by them, though these flies still needed swatting to stop pestering them.

About 20 minutes later, the car slowly entered the underground parking garage of Oriental Hotel, with the black Toyota closely following behind.

“Boss, you and Yao go up first. Let me take care of this,” Zhu Que said as the car parked in a spot.

“Alright, just don’t kill anyone,” Xiao Shun replied.

“Understood.”

The three got out and headed towards the elevator.

Four or five brawny men immediately came out of the black Toyota, led by He Jun whose injuries weren’t too serious. Wen Yao had just stunned him with the chair. After being carried back to the car, he quickly regained consciousness. Furious at failing to pick up a beauty and getting beaten for no reason, he naturally felt humiliated. He made a call to summon some thugs, stopped by a roadside barbershop to clean up, then returned to the barbecue area.

Spotting Xiao Shun’s group leaving, he tailed them all the way here. In addition to the five in the Toyota, another five or six thugs wielding sticks poured out of the van and angrily ran towards Xiao Shun’s side.

Xiao Shun casually walked towards the elevators with his arm around Yao Cen, while Zhu Que stopped and turned to face the incoming mob, striding towards them.

“Be careful, Zhu Que,” Yao Cen looked back worriedly and reminded her.

“Don’t worry, Zhu Que will be fine,” Xiao Shun smiled and reassured her.

Zhu Que was more than capable of handling a dozen punks, plus she was armed. Guns were prohibited in China, so opening fire in public would definitely cause big trouble. But here, in the underground parking garage, she knew as an assassin how to avoid the cameras.

As long as no one died, these punks likely wouldn’t call the cops and could only blame their own bad luck.

Including He Jun, the dozen or so thugs saw Zhu Que standing her ground instead of fleeing. They subconsciously halted and stared at each other blankly.

As Zhu Que briskly walked towards them, scanning her surroundings, she calculated the camera angles and eventually chose a blind spot nearest to them to stop.

Her blue eyes gazed at the crowd with tranquil indifference, her face serene and silent.

“What’s the meaning of this? Your two friends ditched you? How faithless! Look, come with big brother, and I’ll treat you right in the future,” He Jun leered at Zhu Que greedily.

An alluring and sexy figure, exquisitely wild features, she was a flawless beauty, prettier than domestic actresses by hundreds of times. A woman like this must offer an extraordinary experience in bed.

Zhu Que remained silent, looking at him impassively, then crooked her finger in a beckoning gesture.

He Jun’s eyes suddenly lit up as he turned to look at his men joyfully and eagerly.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“This chick is pretty open huh,” one exclaimed.

“Mr. Jun is lucky tonight, haha!” another laughed.

He Jun rubbed his hands in delight, his eyes shining with lust, as he quickly strode towards Zhu Que.

“What do you say, beauty? Had a change of heart…”

Before he could finish speaking, a cold, black muzzle was already pressed against his forehead.