The Crazy Son-In-Law

All bars might be adorned differently, but the atmosphere and scent within them were typically the same. After the two men walked into the bar, they each ordered a strong drink at the counter and engaged in sporadic small talk.

Xiao Shun, like always, instinctively sensed the number of cultivators present in the bar. As the auction approached, more and more cultivators were gathering in Harrow; even this small bar housed over a dozen.

“Hey, there’s a girl over there who keeps looking at you. She seems interested. How about you go over and chat? Two big men drinking together is quite dull,” Duan Jia slyly suggested, taking a sip of his drink and looking at Xiao Shun.

Xiao Shun turned his head and quickly spotted the girl Duan Jia was talking about. As their gazes met, the girl did not shy away but confidently stood up from her booth and walked towards them.

“Huh, she’s coming over. I can’t really see what’s so attractive about you. But I have to say, young girls these days are quite bold,” Duan Jia envied Xiao Shun’s appeal with women.

Xiao Shun lightly chuckled. Duan Jia did not recognize the approaching girl, but he did. It was Wen Yan, and as the saying goes, enemies often cross paths.

He didn’t exactly have a feud with her, but it was indeed a coincidence to run into her everywhere. Wen Yan was wearing a black T-shirt with golden patterns, black fringe shorts, revealing her long, fair legs. She wore black high-heeled sandals and heavy makeup.

“Is it a coincidence again today?” she asked Xiao Shun with a playful smile.

“You might not believe it, but it really is a coincidence,” Xiao Shun shrugged.

“You know each other?” Duan Jia asked, visibly excited.

“I suppose so,” Xiao Shun thought. If having a brief conversation counted as knowing each other, then they did indeed know each other.

“Alright, stop pretending. Seeing how persistent you are, I’ll give you a chance. How about joining us for a drink?” Wen Yan suggested with a light laugh.

Just as Xiao Shun was about to refuse, Duan Jia eagerly stood up from his bar stool and interjected, “A beauty invites us, how can we refuse? Since we know each other, let’s go.”

Xiao Shun was speechless. Couldn’t Duan Jia, despite his age, show a bit of restraint?

Reluctantly, he followed Wen Yan towards their booth.

“Is it just the two of you here?” Xiao Shun asked, noticing only Wen Ting in the booth.

“My brother had something to do today, and Wen Yao doesn’t like places like this. She’s probably out shopping,” Wen Yan replied.

She added, “Don’t think you can bully us because we’re alone. You two are no match for us.”

Xiao Shun might look ordinary in both attire and demeanor, but he was a cultivator in truth. However, anyone from a good family would exude a different kind of aura.

Even if he had outstanding talent and was absorbed by an organization like the Old School Society, years of indoctrination within such an organization wouldn’t make him seem so mediocre.

They thought he was just a young, headstrong man who knew some martial arts and fancied himself a cultivator, aiming to mingle with their prestigious family. How ridiculous.

Their family was a well-known cultivator lineage, a famous and influential clan in their city.

The hulk beside him, Duan Jia, was just a fitness enthusiast who focused on physical strength. He had no connection to cultivation and wasn’t worth mentioning.

Wen Ting frowned when she saw Wen Yan bring Xiao Shun over, “Why did you bring him here?”

“He’s so persistent. Just give him a chance. It’s boring with just two of us anyway,” Wen Yan winked and nudged her sister.

Wen Ting helplessly rolled her eyes at her.

“Just sit anywhere,” Wen Yan gestured to Xiao Shun and Duan Jia.

After they settled, Wen Yan casually asked Xiao Shun, “Where are you from?”

“Stillwater, a small place.”

“Oh, indeed a small place. But I’ve heard it’s beautiful and a great place for tourism,” Wen Yan responded.

“What does your family do?” Wen Yan asked. She noticed Xiao Shun was in his mid-twenties, recently out of college, so she didn’t ask about his job.

“Oh, my family runs a few companies,” Xiao Shun truthfully replied.

Starline Bio, Yao Group, Golden Harrow-he did own several companies. If you counted the subsidiaries, it would number in the dozens.

“How much money do you make in a year?” Wen Yan asked, her disdain for him growing.

She felt he was exaggerating; someone from a wealthyfamily wouldn’t dress like a laborer.

It was a bit harsh to call him a laborer; Xiao Shun’s outfit was probably worth several hundred dollars, but it lacked any recognizable brand names.

“I’m not exactly sure, but I think it’s a few hundred million,” he replied.

In all honesty, he sometimes stretched the truth, but at this moment, he was being completely truthful. Just Starline Bio alone had a monthly profit of roughly 20 million dollars, and that was before its full production capacity was utilized.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Wen Ting, who had been listening on the side, couldn’t contain her disgust. She glared at Xiao Shun and muttered, “A few hundred million… Can he stop bragging?”

Xiao Shun heard her clearly, but he felt no need to prove anything to them. He chose to ignore her comment.

“A few hundred million, that’s impressive,” Wen Yan said, her expression souring. She had intended to embarrass Xiao Shun, but now she felt the conversation was getting out of hand. He was bragging too much, and she couldn’t expose him.

“As a cultivator, you must have heard of our Wen family, right?” Wen Yan asked.

Xiao Shun shook his head. “I haven’t.”

Wen Yan was speechless. She felt an urge to smash a bottle on his face. Her family was a well-known entity in the country’s cultivation world, and she couldn’t believe she was being ignored by a country bumpkin.

“No worries if you haven’t heard of us. Our Wen family is a prestigious lineage in the cultivation world, with a notable presence in the north. Our business spreads across the entire northeast, and each child in our family practices martial arts from a young age. My brother is about to break through to the Foundation stage despite his young age. So, do you really think you’re good enough for our Wen Ting?” Wen Yan asked, an insincere smile on her face.

Xiao Shun was utterly speechless. Why was this woman so convinced that he was interested in Wen Ting?

He let out a bitter smile and said, “Indeed, I’m not good enough for Wen Ting. From now on, I’ll keep my distance. I’m sorry for my presumptuousness.”

Duan Jia was in a daze, about to say something when Xiao Shun gave him a slight nudge, signaling him to hold his words.