The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Thank you for your concern, but you really don’t need to worry about me. I have my own plans,” said Xiao Shun, still as if carefree.

Since he had made up his mind, Song Qingzhou could only sigh heavily, “Well, I’ve said what I can. But you have helped my family so much already. If you ever need help, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I will definitely do my best to help you.”

“Thank you,” Xiao Shun nodded.

After the meal, Song Linger drove Xiao Shun home while Song Qingzhou rushed to report the current situation in Stillwater to the Feng family.

“Master, I won’t get in the way of you and Cen,” stammered Song Linger on the way back, stealing glances at Xiao Shun from the corner of her eye as she drove.

Xiao Shun slightly turned his head to look at her and smiled without saying a word.

In fact, her statement was ambiguous. There were many ways she could “not get in the way.” If she could maintain a distance from him, that would be “not getting in the way.” Of course, she could also simply “not get in the way” without asking for anything.

Xiao Shun was like a blank sheet of paper when it came to love.

Dealing with Yao Cen was already difficult enough, so he naturally didn’t know how to handle this situation.

How could he not be aware of Song Linger’s feelings for him? Song Linger met most of the fantasies men had about lovers. She was young, beautiful, and wealthy. The key was that her mind wasn’t very sharp, making her an ideal partner for a man without material ambitions.

But since Xiao Shun had Yao Cen, he couldn’t respond to her feelings.

Perhaps it was best for him not to say anything, which would be better for everyone.

The car slowed down once it reached the overpass. There seemed to be a traffic jam ahead, and the entire road was filled with cars.

It was already 9 PM, and this wasn’t a busy area, so traffic jams were rare.

With tender glances, Song Linger occasionally looked at Xiao Shun, making the atmosphere in the car a bit strange.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll go ahead and see what’s going on. Maybe there’s been an accident,” Xiao Shun said as he opened the car door.

“Okay.”

Xiao Shun walked about ten meters ahead and encountered a young man walking towards him.

“Hey, buddy, what’s going on up ahead?” asked a man, sticking his head out of a car nearby.

“They’ve closed the road. It seems that the Old School Society’s convoy is passing through,” replied the young man.

“Damn, I thought some big shot had come to Stillwater. All this commotion for the Old School Society? And they even closed the road? Who do they think they are?”

“You wouldn’t want the Old School Society to hear that. Think about the wealth and power behind them. Otherwise, why would the city government pay so much attention to them?” joked the young man with a smirk.

Another man in a car chimed in, “I heard that to avoid disturbances, the Tulip Hotel up ahead has already emptied all its guests, just to provide a quiet environment for these big shots. Impressive.”

Xiao Shun, hands in his pockets, chuckled with amusement and murmured, “The Tulip Hotel, huh?”

The Old School Society rarely appeared in public, and even when they did, they kept a low profile. Now, with such a grand display, their sole purpose was to elevate the Sikong family’s status in Stillwater. Originally, due to the sudden death of Sikong Xinrong, the Sikong family was immersed in an atmosphere of grief. But suddenly, the gloom seemed to be swept away, and the whole family felt an unparalleled sense of glory. It was as if they were not holding a funeral but rather a celebration.

At that time, in the bright-lit grand hall of the Sikong family’s ancestral home, Sikong Jie was seated at the head of the table, and the faces of the family members below were filled with joy and excitement.

“Uncle, I heard that the Old School Society entered Stillwater this evening. They must be at the hotel by now. Finally, something good has happened to our family. No one will dare to look down on the Sikong family in the future,” one of them said.

“I just saw the news that several intersections in the city have been closed, all to welcome them. This is an even bigger event than the arrival of some government heads,” another added.

“Father, since Master Zuo has already arrived in Stillwater and made it clear that he is here for Grandfather, should we visit him in advance?” Sikong Xing asked.

“Yes, yes, that’s something we should do,” they all chimed in agreement.

Sikong Jie pondered for a moment and said, “It’s already late today, and Master Zuo must be tired after his long journey. Let’s not disturb him now; I will personally visit him tomorrow morning.”

“Master Zuo is my son’s master, and I will go with you,” Sikong Anming said.

Sikong Jie nodded in agreement.

The next day, around ten in the morning, Sikong Jie, accompanied by Sikong Anming and Sikong Xing, arrived at the Tulip Hotel where Zuo Zhiyuan was staying. Apart from a few news reporters loitering in the distance, there were hardly any people at the hotel entrance.

Two men in black were guarding the entrance. Sikong Jie approached them, and after a brief conversation, they quickly granted permission for the trio to enter.

They met Zuo Zhiyuan in a presidential suite. Accompanying Zuo Zhiyuan on this trip were not only Tang Zhanpeng, the deputy chairman of Golden Holding, but also fifty to sixty Tire-Five members of the society. The entourage was quite impressive.

“Master Zuo, forgive our abrupt visit. It’s been more than a decade since we last met, and you still look as radiant and vigorous as ever,” Sikong Jie said with utmost respect, as if he were a junior meeting a senior.

With an air of superiority, Zuo Zhiyuan lightly nodded and said, “Please, sit.”

Sikong Jie and Sikong Anming sat down, while Sikong Xing stood solemnly nearby.

After brief introductions, Zuo Zhiyuan turned his gaze towards Sikong Anming.

“Chen was killed, and as his master, I don’t feel any better than you. Chen died for the association, and we will definitely give you and the Sikong family an explanation,” Zuo Zhiyuan said.

Sikong Anming replied in much excitment, “Thank you, Master Zuo, for seeking justice for my son.”

“I have a deep connection with your family, and I knew your father in my early years. However, in recent years, I have been focusing on my cultivation, and we lost contact. This time , I came not only to avenge Chen but also to see your father off on his final journey,” Zuo Zhiyuan continued.

“Our entire family is grateful for Master Zuo’s arrival,” Sikong Jie said with a slight nod, his attitude earnest.

Zuo Zhiyuan raised his hand and said, “No need to be so polite. My people and I will be there tomorrow.”

At this point, Tang Zhanpeng spoke up, “We have a request, and we wonder if Mr. Sikong can do us a little favor?”

“Please, go ahead,” Sikong Jie replied.

“We came here despite the pressure from our higher-ups, and considering the reputation of your family in Stillwater, therefore, we can anticipate the number of people attending the funeral tomorrow. However, we hope that the fewer people attend the funeral, the better. So…”

Tang Zhanpeng hesitated, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

Initially, he had not taken these so-called local powers seriously, thinking of them as nothing more than a ragtag bunch. However, now that Zuo Zhiyuan was elevating the Sikong family, he had no choice but to be more cautious and speak more carefully.