The Crazy Son-In-Law

After leaving the private room, Huang Youfu wiped the sweat off his forehead, followed by patting his chest, his breath was noticeably rapid. He had just witnessed Xiao Shun effortlessly take down two of Mr. He’s bodyguards with a single move. The swift attack didn’t even give them a chance to react!

With this thought, Huang Youfu’s heart raced. He had mocked Xiao Shun before Mr. He arrived. What if he faced retribution later? Would he suffer for his mockery?

Voices from the hallway reached his ears.

“I was locked up by the old man for two days, and my whole body feels out of sorts. Today, my dad finally went out to do business, so I sneaked out. If anyone doesn’t give me face tonight, I’ll skin you alive!”

“Ha, the big boss has spoken; of course, we dare not disobey!”

Huang Youfu’s expression changed when he heard the conversation. Was it the young master?

Suddenly, he hesitated. Should he go and get the young master to help Mr. He?

But after a few seconds of hesitation, the young master’s powerful background gave him the confidence he needed. With a smile, he thought that with “Mr. Ye” coming to help, Xiao Shun’s pitiful skills would be nothing.

It made Huang Youfu feel like he would soar high from now on. He thought that by helping Mr. He this time, he wouldn’t need to continue this despised career and could live a better life.

Feeling confident, he rushed towards the direction of the voices.

Meanwhile, in the private room, Xiao Shun stood in front of Mr. He with a keen interest in the paleness of his face.

“If you dare to move, I guarantee you won’t leave Eastbrook alive!” Mr. He was terrified, but he maintained a strong front. However, his threat was worthless against Xiao Shun.

“Hand over the photos,” Xiao Shun demanded.

“I won’t. What can you do to me?”

Mr. He taunted Xia Shun, feeling confident despite the situation. But Xiao Shun wasn’t swayed. “Do you know what it feels like to have your shoulder blades forcefully broken?” he sneered.

“Ha, it’s an exquisite feeling!”

Before Mr. He could react, Xiao Shun’s long fingers had already pressed against Mr. He’s shoulders. Mr. He’s struggle was futile, and he realized that their strengths were not on the same level. Xiao Shun was like a solid wall, unmoving against Mr. He’s onslaught.

“Don’t test my patience. Hand over the photos,” Xiao Shun demanded.

“F*** you!” Mr. He shouted, and he tried to kick Xiao Shun, but the sound of bone breaking filled the room. Mr. He’s cries of pain echoed as he found himself pinned to the wall.

At the sight of Mr. He’s suffering, Cao Wanqing felt a pang of sympathy, but she restrained herself from intervening. Mr. He’s humiliation deserved such retribution.

Xiao Shun, unaware of Cao Wanqing’s thoughts, had no intention of hurting her. He was protecting the photos for his own sake as well, to avoid an argument with Yao Cen. He was determined not to let the photos fall into someone else’s hands.

To Cao Wanqing, Xiao Shun’s protective behavior seemed like an intense effort to help her. She was puzzled by his sudden favor towards her.

Why is he being so nice to me? Damn it, he already has a wife!

Despite her thoughts, she couldn’t deny her feelings for him.

As she struggled with her emotions, Mr. He fiercely threatened Xiao Shun, but before he could retaliate, the door burst open.

A person entered, cursing, “I want to see who dare touch my friend!”

Hearing the voice, a smug smile appeared on Xiao Shun’s face. Huang Youfu had also just entered the room.

Seeing Mr. He in Xiao Shun’s grip, Huang Youfu showed concern and anxiously said, “Mr. He, what happened?” Then, he turned to the young master and pleaded, “Mr. Ye, please help Mr. He. That jerk is too strong, and only you can handle him!”

After receiving Huang Youfu’s flattery, the young master looked smug and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. He. I’ll teach him a lesson.”

“Mr. Ye, kill him!” Mr. He shouted confidently.

“Alright, I’ll take care of him,” the young master laughed, unconcerned. “You guys, go rescue Mr. He. As for that despicable thug, break his legs, then hand him over to Mr. He for disposal.”

As the events unfolded, the young master noticed his men showing no sign of attacking. Instead, they looked at him with pale faces.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Furious, the young master demanded answers.

“Y… young master…” one of them stammered and pointed at a figure not far away, “Don’t you find his back familiar?”