The Crazy Son-In-Law

That night, at the Feng residence in the capital, a traditional and elegant study was now filled with the smoke of incense. The wall clock chimed ten times. Sitting next to the desk was a middle-aged man holding a premium Cuban cigar, squinting at a form in his hand. This man was Feng Yuanjia, the head of the Feng family. He was around fifty years old, dressed in a suit, with graying temples and wearing a pair of black glasses. He appeared refined and cultured, resembling a university professor.

“Xiao Shun,” he murmured with a faint smile, as he read the detailed background information about Xiao Shun. After the Shadow Stage event, Song Qingzhou had reported the situation to him and Feng Yuanjia had immediately instructed his people to investigate Xiao Shun. Despite the Feng family’s vast resources, they could only find information about what Xiao Shun had done in the past four years. Prior to that, it was as if he had never existed and he just suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

What intrigued Feng Yuanjia even more was how a monster with the power to easily defeat a Tier-Eight fighter from the Old School Society was willing to live in such a small place and be a son-in-law in a laughable family. Initially, Feng Yuanjia wanted to recruit him, but now his curiosity about this man grew stronger.

He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed Song Qingzhou’s number. Soon, Song Qingzhou’s astonished voice came from the other end. At his level, he was far from reaching the status where the Feng family would personally call him. In the past dozen years, he had only met Feng Yuanjia twice, yet without even having the chance to speak to him. Still, he had memorized that short number by heart.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

“Qingzhou, it’s time for you to return to Stillwater. We have a mission for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Song Qingzhou replied nervously.

“Keep an eye on Xiao Shun and tell me everything about him. If possible, I want to know more about him.”

“Yes, sir. Please rest assured, I will find everything about him.”

“Please send my regards to your father. It’s been a long time since we last met, and we should really meet more often, lest I forget what Uncle Song looks like,” Feng Yuanjia said with a smile.

“You… you just said… you want to see my father?” Song Qingzhou asked in disbelief.

How could he know his father? Had he just called him “Uncle”?

“How is it? Are you curious about why I know your father? But now is not the time; you’ll find out later,” Feng Yuanjia replied.

“Oh, alright. I will pass on your regards. I haven’t seen my father for a long time either,” Song Qingzhou responded.

“Good, let’s keep in touch.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingzhou was filled with mixed emotions.

It seemed that he could finally return to Stillwater, to the Song family. More than a decade ago, because of some minor mistakes, his father had driven him out of the Song family and the entire Stillwater, forcing him to leave Stillwater and make a living elsewhere.

After experiencing countless setbacks and failures, he was recruited by the Feng family in a state of despair, and now had been serving them for more than a decade.

With the support of the Feng family, he had quickly risen in Newstrand, now almost a ruler of that city, taking on the responsibilities of more than half of their businesses in Oakland.

The reason he hadn’t returned to Stillwater or seen his own daughter was because the Feng family demanded that he sever all ties with the Song family and forbade him from returning to Stillwater. Now, unexpectedly, he discovered that his boss actually knew his father, and from the tone of their conversation, it seemed they were quite close. Could it be that everything had been deliberately arranged by both families? Song Qingzhou was puzzled by it all. However, when he thought about how he would soon return to Stillwater, back to the Song family, and see his father and daughter, he was still filled with excitement.

All of this seemed to be thanks to one person-Xiao Shun. He hadn’t expected the Feng family to value this person so much. “I wonder how Linger and this young man are getting along?” Song Qingzhou thought to himself. Although various signs indicated that this young man had a bright future, he had already been married, and Song Qingzhou was somewhat uncomfortable with that. Well, let it be. He picked up his phone and made some arrangements with his assistant regarding their business in Newstrand. Then he called his driver, preparing to rush back to Stillwater overnight.

…

As the sun slowly rose from the distant mountains, the first rays of orange-red light shone into the small courtyard on Eighth Avenue. Song Linger was completely unaware of what had happened at Starline. Early in the morning, she yawned and wandered out of her bedroom into the courtyard with disheveled hair. With half-closed eyes, she stepped on the star chart left by Xiao Shun and sighed listlessly before finally waking up. Just as she was about to go and wash up, she heard a knock at the door.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she looked toward the door. Her master hadn’t been here recently, so why was he so early today? He had keys; could it be that he didn’t have them with him? She quickly realized that she hadn’t washed up yet and hurriedly checked herself in the mirror. What a mess she was! She quickly tidied up the room and put her hair up in a hasty bun. After everything was ready, she finally left the bedroom and ran happily towards the door.

“Master, why are you so early today? Did you forget your keys?” The moment she opened the door, her expression changed: “Dad, are you back?”

Song Qingzhou stood at the door with a serious expression, staring at her intently. She lowered her head to examine herself and asked, puzzled, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Are you living together with that Xiao Shun kid?” Song Qingzhou asked in a deep voice.

Song Linger was taken aback and immediately understood why he looked so upset. She defiantly retorted, “What’s it to you? You can’t disappear for more than a decade and then come back to tell me what to do.” With that, she turned around and walked back into the courtyard without looking back.

“Your reputation, your reputation, young lady… You’re the daughter of the Song family; how can you just live with someone? What if your grandfather finds out…”

Song Qingzhou, with his eyes wide open, followed her in and felt heartbroken.

“Don’t forget why you were kicked out of the Song family in the first place! Prostitution! And you talk to me about reputation?” Song Linger shot back.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I didn’t! I was framed!” Song Qingzhou defended himself.

…

In Harrow City, Oakland. At Harrow Tower, headquarters of the Old School Society. Today, they were all preparing for the arrival of an important person, and the entire building was immersed in a solemn atmosphere.

At ten o’clock in the morning, a black business car slowly pulled up to the entrance of the building. The car door opened, and a man in his sixties stepped out. He had long eyebrows, a thin face, and an unusually ruddy complexion, looking energetic and spirited.