The Crazy Son-In-Law

“You even look good when you’re angry,” Xiao Shun said with a smirk, staring at her.

“Can you be serious for once?” Yao Cen retorted, kicking him.

“Change where? If we change again, we’ll be at Oars, too far from home. Let’s just build it on that plot of land in Harrow. Do what you have to do, and leave the rest to me,” Xiao Shun said earnestly, dropping his smile.

Yao Cen pondered for a moment and then spoke softly, “I’ll listen to you.”

“But there’s something else I want to discuss with you,” she hesitated before continuing.

“What is it? You can tell me anything; why be so formal?” Xiao Shun replied, his playful smile returning.

“That… that arena fight… can we not fight?” Yao Cen asked.

She had wanted to talk to Xiao Shun about this since they left the auction but hadn’t found the right moment.

“No,” Xiao Shun refused decisively, his face suddenly turning stern, his voice cold, catching her off guard.

She had not expected such a strong reaction from him; he had never spoken to her this way before.

Realizing his overreaction, Xiao Shun quickly smiled apologetically though it was somewhat forced.

He took her hand, speaking gravely, “I know you’re worried about me, but there are things I must do, not just for myself… well, maybe a little for myself.”

He couldn’t deny that losing would be a blow to his dignity.

“It’s complicated, and I don’t know how to explain it to you, but I promise you, I will win. You believe I will, don’t you?” Xiao Shun said with a comforting smile.

Yao Cen and the others had arrived at the scene only to see Xiao Shun and Song Linger injured, unaware of the full circumstances.

Xiao Shun’s feelings for Song Linger were complex: were they teacher-student, siblings, friends, or something else? Even he couldn’t clearly define it.

Regardless, the humiliation Song Linger suffered at the hands of Yang Zinuo in front of him was something he could not tolerate. Although he seemed calm on the surface, his hatred was always simmering beneath.

Song Linger felt the same; her hatred for Yang Zinuo flared up at the mere mention of his name, which was evident.

He planned to settle the score with Yang Zinuo, Gu Baiyi, and the entire Old School Society.

He could kill Yang Zinuo and Gu Baiyi right now, but that would be too easy on them.

So, whether for himself, Song Linger, or the greater good mentioned by Song Qingzhou, he must fight and win this arena battle.

“No matter what you do, I should support you, but this is too dangerous…” Yao Cen bit her lip, her voice soft, like a wronged little woman.

In the company, she was decisive and strong, but she was still a woman at heart, and which woman would want her husband to risk his life?

“I know, you’re worried about me. But your husband is so awesome, how could I possibly lose? Don’t worry,” Xiao Shun boasted.

Yao Cen glanced at him helplessly and sighed, “Alright, it seems I can’t persuade you.”

“What are you two up to?”

The pair were so engrossed in their conversation on the sofa that they hadn’t noticed Zhu Que and Hu fiddling with something at the coffee table until Xiao Shun saw several handgun parts laid out and asked.

“Oh, I’m teaching Hu how to assemble a handgun,” Zhu Que replied without looking up, continuing to instruct Hu, “Watch, I’ll demonstrate. It’s simple.”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Zhu Que, that gun’s structure is too complex. You should start with something simpler, like the P85. It’s simple in structure with fewer parts, easy to assemble and disassemble,” Xiao Shun chimed in knowledgeably.

But before he could finish, Yao Cen kicked him again: “Are you sick? Is now the time to discuss this? Shouldn’t we be talking about how young Hu is and what he should be learning? What’s he going to do, make guns?”

Suddenly, Yao Cen felt that with Xiao Shun and Zhu Que, two oddballs at home, Hu’s growth environment was indeed worrying.

“…”

Xiao Shun was left speechless by Yao Cen’s rebuke, managing only a sheepish smile.

As for Zhu Que, who was diligently teaching, she paid no mind to the exchange and continued to skillfully assemble the gun parts, then turned to Hu, who was watching intently, “Do you understand?”

Hu nodded, somewhat understanding, “I got some of it.”

Zhu Que’s face showed a rare look of affection as she patted Hu’shead. “I can’t stand you guys!”

Yao Cen rolled her eyes and with a swish of her scent, she headed back to her room.

Seeing this, Xiao Shun scurried after her.

What a joke, he thought; after spending two nights in the guest room, tonight he would assert his rights!

Bang!

Just as he was about to enter the room to enjoy his wife’s company, he was met not with the warm embrace he had imagined but with the solid wooden door.

Rubbing his nose, Xiao Shun gave a wry smile, “Didn’t I already come back for dinner tonight?”

Listening to the protestations from outside, Yao Cen laughed triumphantly, then her face turned cold, “You came back for dinner, but I’m still angry!”

“Honey, we can joke and play around, but can we not joke about marital life?” Xiao Shun pleaded against the door, thinking that if not for the fact that his wife was inside, he would’ve kicked down this barrier to human procreation.

What a predicament!

In a short while, Xiao Shun grudgingly returned to the living room, clearly destined to spend another night in deep reflection on his mistakes.

Of course, if the bed in the guest room could be a bit softer, that might significantly aid in his introspection.

“Kicked out again?” Zhu Que, fiddling with the firearms on the couch, barely lifted her eyelids.

Xiao Shun glared at her, “Can’t you make pleasant conversation anymore?”

The word ‘kicked out’ didn’t quite fit; he hadn’t even made it through the door.

Mulling this over, just as he was about to rebuke this socially inept girl, he was taken aback by Zhu Que’s expression.

The once cold and emotionless Chapel assassin now had a playful smile on her face, with a curve that was perfect in its mischief.