The Crazy Son-In-Law

Chapter 97 Sikong Chen’s Death



“Doctor, how is my grandson?” Sikong Xinrong asked with anxiety.

A doctor came out of the emergency room and took off her mask, “The patient is out of danger, but we have to observe for some time.”

She glanced at the crowd waiting outside the doorway, who had taken up almost the entire aisle, and she added.

“You don’t have to wait here all the time. Maybe one or two of you can stay. We’ll let you know if anything happens.”

At that, she then entered the operating room again.

“Grandpa, you should go back to the hotel, and Yun and I can stay here.” One of the cousins said.

“Yes, Grandpa, Chen will be fine. He grew up practicing martial arts and is stronger than any of us. Please don’t worry.”

Sikong Xinrong nodded and took the others back to the hotel.

Sikong Chen opened his eyes in a daze. His gaze was dull and lifeless. He stared blankly at the miserable white ceiling.

‘I’ve lost.’

‘I am Sikong Chen, I am a Tier Nine fighter of Old School Society, the future star so close to the position of a senex, and I was defeated by a nobody.’

‘Ridiculous! Pathetic!’

‘Xiao Shun, I will not admit it. You must pay for the shame I endured today!’

The door of the ward opened and a tall doctor wearing a white coat and a mask walked in.

Sikong Chen gave a sideways glance and thought his figure looked a bit familiar.

That doctor approached the hospital bed, removed the mask and whispered, “Young Master.”

“Su Yin? Didn’t I tell you to go back today?” Sikong Chen questioned with a gloomy face.

“Why are you dressed like this?”

“I didn’t leave. I stayed to see how Young Master took the Shadow Stage championship. It’s a pity.”

Su Yin said with feigned regret.

But his words were like a sharp knife that was stabbed into Sikong Chen’s heart again.

Sikong Chen felt a huge stone pressed upon his chest and he couldn’t breathe. He glared angrily at Su Yin and said, “What do you think you are to say these to me!”

“You misunderstood. How dare I disrespect you. You are a Tier Eight fighter… Oh, I heard that you just reached Tier Nine. I am so envious. Maybe I will never have that chance.”

Su Yin sighed and tilted his head to look at the incandescent light on the ceiling.

“So you know. You will never reach my level. After I recover, I’ll still be the same Tier Nine fighter, and you’ll be just a nobody behind me.” Sikong Chen laughed coldly.

“What if you can’t recover? Or you simply die here? Young Master, have you thought about that?”

Su Yin looked at him with a cruel smile. Under the cold incandescent light, his smile looked hideous.

“What do you mean?” Sikong Chen frowned at him, and his heart jolted. He secretly gathered his latent energy to form a shield.

However, his face changed slightly.

‘Damn! What the hell did that beast Xiao Shun do to me? I can’t control my energy.’

“When you humiliated me, did you ever think there would be a day like this?” Su Yin looked at him with a fierce gaze.

Sikong Chen now knew that he could no longer do anything, as long as Su Yin wanted to, he would have no chance to live.

But he was after all such a proud man, he did not allow himself to step back. He could only force himself to play it cool and coldly snorted, “So what? Dare you even kill me?”

Su Yin looked at him in silence, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up into a complicated smile.

“Don’t worry, everything will be on the guy who just wounded you tonight.”

At that, Su Yin’s palm fell on Sikong Chen’s head!

Sikong Chen’s pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes stared at him with a deadly gaze. A moment later, his gaze gradually darkened.

The bright star of Old School Society had fallen.

Habit was a terrible thing.

When Yao Cen woke up it was three in the morning. When she looked at the empty floor she could not fall asleep again.

The bastard had been out for two days and he had never called her! Did he really think it was his home?

She fished out her cell phone and dialed Xiao Shun’s number in hesitation.

“Honey, why are you still awake at this late hour?”

Soon there came Xiao Shun’s hoarse voice.

“You … when will you be back?” She hurriedly stammered. Only then did Yao Cen suddenly realize that it was already early in the morning and her call might be a bit abrupt.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Yao Cen gave an “oh”.

“Do you miss me?” After a short silence, Xiao Shun laughed lightly.

“Miss your ass. I have a headache, and maybe you can check on me when you get back.”

Yao Cen felt a bit chicken hearted.

“Okay, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Okay, good night.”

Yao Cen hung up the phone hurriedly.

She stared blankly at the place where Xiao Shun usually slept.

She wondered to herself if it’s time for her to consider letting him sleep in the bed. After all, they have been married for three years and have lived under the same roof for three years. He’s a man and not a dumbhead.

As she thought about it her face inexplicably burned a little.

She didn’t seem ready for it.

After all, it had only been just over a month. Although a lot had happened in that month and she had changed her opinion about Xiao Shun, this man was not that Mr. Right she had expected after all. She always felt some regrets.

As for what it was, she couldn’t say exactly.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Xiao Shun naturally knew nothing about Yao Cen’s thoughts at this time, just as he did not know that Sikong Chen had died.

At that time when they were both on the stage, he never intended to take Sikong Chen’s life.

The next morning, after they said goodbye to Song Qingzhou and Hou Chenghe, the three hurried back to Stillwater.

And Sunshine Hospital had become a complete chaos at this time.

After yesterday’s treatment, Sikong Chen was already out of danger, but early in the morning he was found dead.

The Sikong family crowded in the corridor, and gloom clouded Sikong Xinrong’s wrinkled face as if a storm was coming. He was so angry that he could not control himself anymore and he almost crush the cane in his hand.

Yesterday the family cheerfully came for the tournament, however, today he would have to bury his grandson. He could hardly bear the grief and anger.

He reigned over Stillwater for decades, and the whole of Stillwater had to tremble with a snap of his fingers. And today he was caught in such a tragedy.

“Grandpa, it must be that Xiao Shun. He killed Chen. you must avenge him.”

Several cousins who were close to Sikong Chen cried.

“He must pay with his blood!”

Sikong Xinrong’s wrinkled face trembled a bit as he said from his clenched teeth. His cloudy eyes were covered with blood, and he looked like a furious beast.

In the meanwhile, when Xiao Shun returned to Stillwater it was already about noon. After they split up with Song Liner, he took Long San back to the office.

In Yao Cen’s office, Long San greeted hr with a complicated look and then made his excuses. He was afraid he might say something wrong about Xiao Shun.


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