The Crazy Son-In-Law

Wen Yao had thought about greeting them, but she felt that no one really cared where she had gone. Besides, Wen Ting had slapped her that night, so even if it was otherwise, she still had her self-respect and thus did not say hello.

Xiao Shun and Song Linger looked at each other, hearing Wen Yan’s words very clearly over the phone.

“I… I’m staying outside for a few days, don’t worry about me,” Wen Yao said awkwardly, hurriedly getting up and walking towards the door.

“Don’t be so self-important, do you think we’re worried about you? We’re afraid you’d die outside and we wouldn’t be able to explain it to the family. Are you still angry about Sister Wen Ting hitting you? It was just a slap, do you have to be so resentful?” Wen Yan berated her in quick succession.

Wen Yao was slightly older than her and Wen Ting, but Wen Yan had never shown an ounce of respect for her.

“You don’t need to worry about whether I live or die. Even if I were going to die, I would call home before my death to let the family know. It has nothing to do with you, isn’t that enough?”

Even the merciful Bodhisattva has the wrath of Vajrapani. Wen Yao pursed her lips forcefully, the swollen fat on her face quivered twice, and she said aloud.

On the other end of the phone, Wen Yan was obviously stunned for a moment.

She didn’t expect this fat coward to actually dare to talk back. If it wasn’t for giving Wen Yao’s father face, they would never have brought her along. Having such an ugly 300-pound freak following them around was embarrassing no matter where they went.

“Hmph, you’ve got quite the temper. Fine, die wherever you want, as long as you don’t implicate us! When you come back, come back yourself, don’t follow us again. I don’t want to lose face because of you ever again, understand?”

After scolding her, Wen Yan immediately hung up angrily.

Wen Yao’s hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and tears brimmed up in her eyes. Her heart felt as cold as if it had been frozen. She couldn’t help asking herself, are these really my siblings?

When she returned to the living room, Xiao Shun and the others saw that her eyes were red, obviously just having cried.

“Are you okay?” Xiao Shun asked.

“I’m fine. I forgot to say hello to them and made them worry. My cousin, she has a bad temper, sorry to make you see a joke,” Wen Yao said with a forced smile.

Since it was someone else’s family matter, and she didn’t want to talk about it, Xiao Shun and the others also knew better than to ask too much. But they could roughly guess what had happened.

“Alright, don’t think too much about it. Let’s eat first before the food gets cold,” Xiao Shun said.

Wen Yao nodded, her expression dim as she picked up a chopstickful of food into her bowl.

Since there were no servants or security guards in the villa to monitor who came and went, there was a video intercom doorbell installed in the living room.

Xiao Shun and the others had just finished lunch and were chatting on the sofa when the doorbell suddenly rang.

“Why did he come?” Xiao Shun looked at the video intercom screen on the wall facing the door, a little surprised.

“Zhou Tianheng?” Song Linger also quickly recognized the visitor outside the door and wondered aloud.

Xiao Shun made a sound of affirmation and was about to get up, “Let me go see what he’s here for.”

“Let me get the door, I could use the exercise anyway,” Wen Yao said with a smile, then dashed out of the living room before Xiao Shun could respond.

It was unsurprising that Zhou Tianheng could find this place.

The Old School Society kept close tabs on Xiao Shun’s whereabouts. As a heavyweight in the Middleland Old School Society second only to Qiu Zhan, it wasn’t difficult for Zhou Tianheng to know where Xiao Shun was.

Before long, Zhou Tianheng appeared in Xiao Shun and the others’ line of sight, accompanied by his proud disciple who was also his grandson, Zhou Yi.

The Alchemy Arts had always been secret teachings not passed down, and the Zhou family was an alchemy clan.

Zhou Yi was the most talented of the younger generation in the Zhou family.

He looked like a very refreshing and handsome young man, probably around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

As Zhou Tianheng was a master alchemist, and Zhou Yi was his grandson and favorite disciple, he naturally wore a somewhat arrogant expression.

He had not participated in yesterday’s auction.

Therefore, no matter what was said, he was unwilling to believe that his master would be inferior to a young man around his age.

Although Zhou Tianheng had personally admitted before coming that he was not as good as Xiao Shun and warned him not to be rude.

But he was still young and impetuous after all, how could he possibly convince himself?

In his view, the reason his grandfather, the esteemed Master Zhou, had come to see Xiao Shun was purely out of modesty. So he still looked at Xiao Shun with hostility and disdain.

“Sorry to disturb you without notice, please don’t mind, Mr. Xiao,” Zhou Tianheng said with a bow when he saw Xiao Shun.

“No problem at all, please have a seat, Mr. Zhou,” Xiao Shun said indifferently.

Zhou Yi glared at him, very annoyed. Those who met his master in the cultivation world were nothing but respectful, yet this Xiao Shun was too arrogant and rude, all show and no real skill, but putting on quite the attitude.

“May I ask what brings Mr. Zhou here today?”

As soon as Zhou Tianheng sat down, Xiao Shun asked.

Zhou Tianheng’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly and he was at a loss for words.

He had come all this way, yet Xiao Shun didn’t even seem to intend to offer him a cup of tea.

As a master alchemist of his generation, when had Zhou Tianheng ever suffered such humiliation?

“I wouldn’t dare to instruct, Mr. Xiao is so young, your performance at the auction yesterday really put me to shame. I came specially today to exchange thoughts with Mr. Xiao, I wonder if you have time?” Zhou Tianheng suppressed his displeasure and forced a smile.

Xiao Shun glanced at him and pondered briefly before responding amusedly, “Exchange? There must be giving and receiving for it to be an exchange. May I ask what Mr. Zhou can teach me?”

“This…” Zhou Tianheng was at a loss for words again.

From the quality, the pellets Xiao Shun had shown them yesterday were almost flawless, all top-grade works. He really had nothing to teach Xiao Shun.

But being confronted so bluntly was extremely humiliating.

Xiao Shun had no grievances with Zhou Tianheng, but was so aggressive for a purpose – poaching talent.

The New School Society after its establishment, as well as the Wushu Institute that Song Qingzhou was preparing, would require a large number of pellets. Relying solely on his and Song Linger’s pellet refining was obviously impossible. Temporarily taking in and teaching alchemy to unreliable people was time-consuming and laborious, and he was also wary of teaching them the formula.

Zhou Tianheng could supply pellets to the entire Middleland Old School Society. He must have a large number of people capable of refining pellets under him. Xiao Shun also had a way to rein him in.

Zhou Tianheng already had the formula himself, which Xiao Shun judged was his true level.

Because even the emergency pellet Zhou Tianheng had taken himself yesterday, Xiao Shun could see it had flaws, and its effects were far worse than a real emergency pellet.