The Crazy Son-In-Law

Zhu Que squeezed out a smile. What’s with that hundred and eighty degree turn.

“Thank you then, Mr. Xiao, Miss Song.”

“No need for that. I never had any brothers or sisters, and you can just be my sister from now on.”

Song Linger was already holding her hand like a puppy. Her eyes were now like a crescent moon as she smiled, “I’ll stay here with you tonight.”

“You’re not afraid that I’ll kill you?”

Zhu Que asked, looking at her half-jokingly.

Song Linger raised her eyes and looked at her, and then at Xiao Shun.

She blinked a few times and hesitated for a moment.

Of course she didn’t want to lose her life.

Immediately, she looked like she just suddenly remembered something, “I almost forgot something. My grandfather just called me. He asked me to come home tonight. My terrible memory. I can’t remember things lately.”

Zhu Que pursed her lips and smiled.

Xiao Shun rolled his eyes at her, and then he looked at Zhu Que and said, “Okay then, Linger will take me home, so you just get some rest early. You should be able to find all the things you need here.”

Zhu Que nodded.

Xiao Shun then took Song Linger and left the small courtyard.

“Master, what are you going to ask her to do?”

When they returned to the car, Song Linger asked.

“What do you think?”

“Why don’t you just let her stay here? She can train with me, otherwise it’s too boring for me to train alone.”

Xiao Shun thought for a moment and said, “I will find someone for you to train with, but for Zhu Que I have other plans.”

In terms of close range combat, Zhu Que was far inferior to Song Linger, so they were not suitable to train together.

Meanwhile, whether it was the Sikong family or the Zheng family who had wanted to kill him, they definitely wouldn’t just quit. If they came at him, he wasn’t afraid.

But what if they would come at Yao Cen?

Yao Cen needed someone who could protect her. He couldn’t be with her twenty-four hours a day.

Long San was good, and he was enough for those trouble makers around the factory. But he might not be very helpful what when it was a professional assassin or fighter.

And Zhu Que, as a killer herself, she knew a lot about how killers behave, and she was well suited for the job. She could protect Yao Cen in his absence.

And it was a little more convenient since they were both women.

Halfway back home, he took out his phone and dialed Long San’s number.

“Mr. Xiao, what can I do for you?”

Soon Long San’s voice came from the phone.

“Is your security team hiring right now? I got someone for you…”

He thought about it and decided that he should leave it to Long San.

If he just came back with such a beauty and then told Yao Cen he got her a bodyguard, he really didn’t know what the woman would think.

It was almost eight o’clock when Xiao Shun returned to Pearl International, and it was already past the dinner time.

Yao Jianguo was in the study reading a book. Liu Yunxiang used to go out and chat with her friends or play a few rounds of mahjong every night, but at this time they had just moved in, and of course they had no friends here. Finally she had to stay home and watch TV in her bedroom upstairs.

Downstairs in the living room, Yao Cen leaned back on the sofa alone. Soap operas were playing on the TV and she was absent-mindedly swiping her phone. The large living room somehow looked a bit lonely.

When she saw Xiao Shun come back, she looked up at him and cracked a smile. She looked so beautiful.

“I saved some dinner for you. I’ll go and warm it up now.”

When she got up, her loose pajamas naturally draped over, and it could barely hide the sexy curves.

Xiao Shun felt it heart-warming. This was just home, right?

For three years, although he never lacked a shelter, his heart was cold most of the time.

At the moment, it warmed up a bit.

Yao Cen walked to to the kitchen and took out the dishes out of the refrigerator and warmed it up.

Xiao Shun leaned on the cupboard and looked at her with fascination. Her hair was loosely resting on her fair cheeks, and her delicate face was soul-stirringly beautiful.

He couldn’t help but reach out and ruffle Yao Cen’s hair behind her shoulders, trying to get a closer look at that stunning face.

Yao Cen gave him a sideways glance, her eyes rolled, her delicate lips pursed, and she asked, “What’s wrong?”

He smiled lightly, “You look so beautiful.”

Yao Cen felt a bit hot on her cheeks and she hummed lightly, “Really? After three years and you said these now?”

“I didn’t look closely enough before.”

“Screw you.” Yao Cen pouted, “Just go out. It’ll be ready in a minute. You don’t want all that smoke.”

“It’s just some smoke, not a big deal at all. Even if this place is on fire, I will still be willing to stay with you.”

“Shut that sweet mouth.” Yao Cen said as she rolled her eyes at him.

After she warmed everything up, Xiao Shun ate them in the living room. Yao Cen put away the jacket he had taken off and was about to throw it into the washing machine. However, she found a long hair on his clothes and it was obviously not hers.

She put the jacket under her nose and sniffed it, and it didn’t smell like her perfume. She gave Xiao Shun a complicated glance.

She felt some bitterness in her heart and walked out after throwing his clothes into the washing machine.

She sat across from Xiao Shun and silently watched him eating, as if nothing had happened.

She was a little absentminded.

This bastard didn’t look like he had done something wrong.

Was he pretending?

She thought for a moment.

She opened her mouth several times, but didn’t say anything.

She finally thought better of it. It should be fine.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

She thought back on how she had treated him for the past three years, and it seemed she was in no position to ask him for anything at this point. He had already done enough for her.

Although she comforted herself, she still felt a sense of disappointment in her heart.

She unconsciously sighed.

“What happened? Did someone make you sad? I’m going to chop him up.”

Xiao Shun heard that sigh of hers and looked up to ask.

Yao Cen glanced at him, “You can just hang yourself.”

At that, she got up and went to wash up. Xiao Shun was left there alone, he froze, looking at her slender back. What a ruthless girl.

…

Meanwhile, the Sikong mansion.

The hall was brightly lit. But no amount of lamps and candles could drive away the sadness that pervaded the hall.

In the middle of the hall was a long sandalwood table, and Sikong Chen’s photo was placed right on it. At this funeral, everyone in the Sikong family seemed to be restraining their anger.

Especially Sikong Chen’s father, Sikong Anming, whose eyes were already red with hatred in the depths of his eyes.

“That beast isn’t dead yet. They failed.”

Sikong Xing’s father, Sikong Jie, still held quite some power in the family, and he was handling everything about the family, so Sikong Xinrong asked him to hire a killer to get rid of Xiao Shun.

His son Sikong Xing was humiliated by him and he almost died because of him. As his father, he also held a grudge against Xiao Shun, so he naturally would not go easy on him.

Despite the ridiculously high price, the Temples was a top notched assassin organization even across the world.

Even so they still failed. Anyway, they said they would find other killers for them as soon as possible.

“Rubbish! All of them are trash! One more day for that little beast to stay alive is a humiliation to our Chen, and Chen can never rest in peace!” Sikong Anming gritted his teeth.

“Where is Old School Society? Why don’t they do anything? Chen is one of them. Are they just going to stand by and watch?” Someone asked.