The Crazy Son-In-Law

Chapter 151 Absurdity



The Sikong residence.

The new head of the family, Sikong Jie, knelt piously in front of their ancestral hall.

He knew that tomorrow, there would be an additional tombstone here, belonging to his father, Sikong Xinrong.

Last night, Sikong Xinrong had told him the secret of the old elm tree, a secret that all the previous heads of the Sikong family had kept. At the same time, he had also clearly told him what he was going to do today.

“Father, perhaps no one else in the Sikong family will ever know the sacrifices you have made for this family, but if the family can survive the current crisis, it will be all because of you.” Sikong Jie’s eyes turned red, and he thought to himself.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed in a black suit, hurried over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Sikong Jie’s eyebrows furrowed, and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily a few times.

“Don’t tell anyone about this for now. Go find a few people you trust and come with me.” He thought for a moment and said in a stern voice.

The man who had just spoken was his assistant, Zeng Yushan. After he received the order, he nodded lightly and turned and left.

Sikong Jie knew that his father only had three days left, and it would be either today or tomorrow. However, he still could not help but feel sad and his eyes turned red.

Soon, the sadness was replaced by a wave of coldness. If even the power of the Holy Spirit could not help the Sikong family reverse the situation, what could he do? Was the Sikong family destined to be destroyed in his hands?

No, that wouldn’t happen. As long as the Holy Spirit was with the Sikong family, they will always have a second chance.

He bowed deeply towards the rows of tombstones and slowly stood up.

For hundreds of years, the Sikong family had survived so many challenges, and they would surely survive this one too.

Currently, Xiao Shun was the chairman of Golden Harrow, so it was not difficult for Sikong Jie, a member of the board of directors, to find Xiao Shun’s phone number. However, he couldn’t get through after several attempts, so he had to call his assistant.

The deputy captain of the security team did not tell him what happened very directly, and he only said that something had happened to Sikong Xinrong at Starline and did not mention any details. However, Sikong Jie knew exactly what had happened. If his father had succeeded, there would not have been this phone call to begin with.

In the evening, Sikong Jie secretly brought two of his men to Starline without letting the other members of the family know.

At the Starline office building.

After Long San’s body was taken away, Xiao Shun forbade anyone to stay in the office building. So at this time, he was the only one in the empty office building, and the whole building seemed lifeless and particularly quiet.

He stood in the dark office, looking at the distant lights, feeling melancholy in his heart.

He really didn’t know how to face Long San’s mother and the young Hu.

He couldn’t help but sigh heavily.

“President Xiao, the Sikong family is here.”

Around 8 o’clock, the security office called.

“Let them in.” Xiao Shun replied.

“Okay.”

About ten minutes later, Sikong Jie appeared at the door of the office with the two men.

“President Xiao, I’m here to take my father home.” Sikong Jie said.

Xiao Shun said nothing but just gave a tacit agreement. Sikong Jie then led the two men to the side of Sikong Xinrong’s corpse. After they wrapped the body in a white cloth, he said to the two men, “Wait for me in the car. I have something to say to Mr. Xiao.”

After the two men carried Sikong Xinrong’s body away, Sikong Jie spoke, “Thank you, Mr. Xiao, for keeping this secret for the Sikong family. But you killed my nephew and now you’ve killed my father. My family will not pretend that nothing has happened.”

“No one will pretend nothing has happened,” said Xiao Shun coldly.

“My family has been in Stillwater for over a hundred years, and we have faced enough challenges. You can’t defeat us,” said Sikong Jie.

Xiao Shun replied, “Just because no one has got your root off the ground.”

Sikong Jie felt a chill down his spine, but it was only for a moment. He remembered what his father had said last night, and he knew that ordinary people had no chance against the power of the Holy Spirit. Xiao Shun may be tough, but he was just an ordinary person.

As long as the Sikong family had the protection of the Holy Spirit, they would never fall, and they would always have a second chance.

“It seems we have nothing more to talk about,” said Sikong Jie with a cold laugh as he turned to leave.

“Wait.”

“What do you want?” Sikong Jie stopped and looked at him coldly.

“In three days, I will hold a funeral for my employees and brothers in the city cemetery. I hope the entire Sikong family will be there,” said Xiao Shun in a flat tone with an irresistible pressure in his words.

Sikong Jie was briefly stunned, thinking he had heard wrong. He laughed bitterly and said, “What did you say? My father was just here, and you want my family to attend the funeral of your employees? Are you crazy or do you think we’re crazy?”

“Whether you come or not is up to you. This is your family’s last chance,” said Xiao Shun, turning his back and speaking lightly.

“Ridiculous!” Sikong Jie exclaimed angrily and left.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Xiao Shun’s face was as dark as the light around him was dim.

“Is it ridiculous?” He sighed and murmured to himself, “What’s ridiculous is that I gave you another chance when you shouldn’t have had one.”

When Xiao Shun returned home, it was almost midnight. Before that, he had gone to the funeral home, but he stood at the door for a long time and still didn’t have the courage to face the families inside.

“Did something happen at the company? You didn’t even answer my calls,” said Liu Yunxiang anxiously as soon as he entered the door. Yao Jianguo sat on the sofa, looking at him in confusion, and it seemed that Yao Cen had not told them anything.

In fact, after Yao Cen and Zhu Que came back, they had been staying in their room, not even having dinner. No matter what Liu Yunxiang asked, she didn’t say anything, and Liu Yunxiang and Yao Jianguo became more worried because of this.

Xiao Shun forced a smile and said, “It’s okay. I will deal with it soon.”

Then he went upstairs, and the two who were left there looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.

Yao Cen had red and swollen eyes, and her face was pale as she leaned against the headboard. She had just survived such a disaster and felt like she had just woken up from a nightmare. It was the first time in her life that she had seen such a bloody and terrifying scene and had been so close to death.

Zhu Que, who had lived a life of blood and fire, was much calmer than Yao Cen. At this moment, she sat on the edge of the bed, expressionless like a wooden sculpture.

When she heard footsteps outside, Yao Cen’s lifeless eyes suddenly brightened. She didn’t even bother to put on her slippers and hurriedly got out of bed, walking quickly towards the door.

Xiao Shun was already standing there like a mountain.

She immediately threw herself into his arms, like a pendant hanging from his neck. All her grievances and fears disappeared at this moment, and all her restraint and strength were put aside.

Xiao Shun was slightly stunned, then gently stroked her back and comforted her in a soft voice, “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.”


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