The Crazy Son-In-Law

Xiao Shun drained his cup of tea in one gulp, pondered for a moment, and said seriously, “Alright, I have a proposal too. You can take your people and leave, and I won’t kill you. I can also forgive you for investigating me.”

“How arrogant! Do you know who you’re talking to? Master Zuo…” Tang Zhanpeng’s face changed drastically, and he scolded harshly.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Zuo Zhiyuan raised his hand to interrupt him, his face as cold as ever, “So you’re determined to be my enemy and the enemy of our Old School Society?”

“I don’t want to be an enemy of anyone, but only if you don’t provoke me,” Xiao Shun replied nonchalantly.

“I have an invitation.”

Zuo Zhiyuan looked at Tang Zhanpeng, “Give him the invitation.”

After a brief pause, Tang Zhanpeng handed Xiao Shun a black and white invitation.

Xiao Shun took the invitation, glanced at it quickly, and slowly stood up, “Alright, it’s getting late. I won’t disturb Master Zuo’s rest.” He walked towards the door, and when he was about to reach it, he stopped and said coldly, “We should all rest well tonight, so don’t bother my family.”

“Oh, by the way, I killed Sikong Xinrong too.”

Zuo Zhiyuan’s hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air. After Xiao Shun left, the small teacup instantly turned to dust in his hand.

On the day of the funeral.

A leaden sky hung over the entire Stillwater.

In the depths of winter, the biting cold on the coldest day failed to dampen people’s enthusiasm. Some came to witness the last journey of the head of the century-old family, while others were curious about the Old School Society.

Had it not been for the local government’s assistance and the Sikong family hiring the city’s largest security company to maintain order, the area around the Sikong residence would have been completely blocked off early in the morning.

Around the Sikong residence, there were high walls and a large courtyard, with a pair of stone lions standing guard at the gate, making a majestic presence.

At this time, the front of the mansion was filled with luxury cars and crowded with people.

Considering the Sikong family’s immense influence in Stillwater, even after filtering out some of the lesser families, they still had many important political and business connections to consider.

Under the gray sky, mournful music reached every corner.

“May you find peace in the afterlife.”

The Song family had also received an invitation. Sikong Jie had thought it through. His father and Song Zhenhai were of the same age, both prominent figures in Stillwater. Despite their numerous secret clashes, they never had a public falling out.

Moreover, the Song and Sikong families were among the four major families of Stillwater, and they deserved the invitation.

Of course, he had to admit that he also wanted to show off a bit.

Out of respect for the deceased, despite Song Zhenhai’s many dealings with Sikong Xinrong while in control of the Song family, and the recent tense relationship between the Song and Sikong families, he accepted the invitation.

After Sikong Jie nodded, Song Linger helped Song Zhenhai into the memorial hall, with Song Qingzhou by their side.

In the hall, a finely crafted coffin made of red sandalwood showcased the family’s wealth. Sikong Xinrong’s black and white photo was placed in front of the coffin.

Song Zhenhai’s face was solemn as he stepped forward and lit three sticks of incense and bowed. As an ally of the Sikong family, Zheng Yunhe naturally was there as well. Dressed in a black suit with a small white flower pinned to his chest, he stood with his hands folded in front of him, coldly watching the three members of the Song family.

Beside him stood an elderly man with gray hair and distinct facial features; it was Chu Jingtong, father of Chu Heshan. His purpose for coming to Stillwater was clear. Chu Heshan’s leg had been crippled by Xiao Shun, and he couldn’t just swallow this humiliation. Thus, he personally came to seek justice for his son.

Having just arrived at the Zheng mansion the day before, he learned that Zuo Zhiyuan of Old School Society would attend today’s funeral, so he came over to get a glimpse of this influential figure.

“It must have been a difficult journey for you, Mr. Song,” hinted Zheng Yunhe.

“I have worked with Mr. Sikong for decades, so it’s only right that I come to see him off,” Song Zhenhai replied indifferently.

“How much longer do you think your Song family can hold on?” Zheng Yongzhang asked with a smirk.

“No need for your concern,” Song Zhenhai replied nonchalantly.

Zheng Yunhe sneered, “Take my advice. If you can’t hold on any longer, give up early and save some money to go south.”

Song Linger was about to retort, but Song Zhenhai waved his hand to stop her, whispering, “Let’s not argue at this kind of occasion.”

Zheng Yunhe shook his head disdainfully.

Moments later, as if suddenly remembering something, he spoke again, “Oh, I forgot to tell you something. The incident involving Song Lianghai was my doing. I just didn’t expect him to have such a strong will to live after what he went through. What a pity.”

Song Zhenhai’s aged body trembled suddenly. If it hadn’t been for Song Qingzhou and Song Linger supporting him in time, he might have fallen to the ground.

A cold glint appeared in Song Linger’s eyes, like a sharp blade aimed at Zheng Yunhe.

“If you want to take revenge, I’ll be waiting for you after the funeral,” said Zheng Yunhe, his gaze fixed on the scene ahead, a cold smile on his lips.

“We will surely seek avenge,” Song Linger gritted her teeth.

“I’ll be waiting,” Zheng Yongzhang responded.

…

“Wow, it’s quite lively.”

Not far from the Sikong residence, Li Shangzhi, Sun Chuan, and Yao Han, several rich kids, stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window in a high-rise building.

From here, they had a good view of the Sikong family’s ancestral home and its surroundings, although they sure could not have the details. They watched as crowds filled the area around the mansion, with people lining both sides of the streets for several kilometers.

“It kind of looks like Left 4 Dead,” Yao Han laughed, swirling his wine glass.

As members of second-rate families, they hadn’t been invited to the funeral and felt resentful. Their words were laced with sarcasm.

“I just don’t get what’s so great about it,” Li Shangzhi grumbled. “We’re really just watching someone else’s funeral. You guys have way too much free time.”

“Bro, don’t worry. We’ve invited some beauties. It’ll be more fun to watch the funeral with them,” Sun Chuan grinned mischievously.

“Right, have you ever watched a funeral with some beauties before? You’ve been to the movies with them and slept with them, but never watched a funeral together, right?” someone chimed in.

After a moment of contemplation, Li Shangzhi’s interest was piqued, and he nodded vigorously, “You know, you’re right.”

“Who are they? Do I know them?” he asked.

“Superstar Mo Yibai and a few of her friends,” Sun Chuan revealed.

“Tough girl really. I did everything I could to ask her out. Let’s see who can win her over today, shall we?”

Upon hearing this, the rich kids’ eyes all lit up.

“Sun Chuan, you’re amazing! You even really asked Mo Yibai out!”

“Look at you guys! She’s just a singer or what. Who would even know her outside of Stillwater?”

“It’s not about her fame, man. It’s about her beauty.”

“You should have said that earlier! I need to take a shower first.”

Li Shangzhi immediately jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the bathroom.