The Crazy Son-In-Law

The next day.

Eastbrook Airport.

Wrapped securely in her own thoughts, Cao Wanqing, accompanied by Xiao Shun, made her way to the gate outside, with a sense of reluctance hidden behind the mask and sunglasses on her face.

“I’m leaving!”

Her lips parted, with a hint of lingering behind.

“Alright.” Xiao Shun nodded indifferently, showing no sign of sentiment.

Seeing his indifferent demeanor, Cao Wanqing felt an urge to hit him, but she couldn’t change anything with her actions.

Ultimately, the myriad tender feelings in Cao Wanqing’s heart turned into a gentle embrace and three words filled with gratitude.

“Thank you!”

“No problem.”

Xiao Shun stood stiffly in place, showing no sign of any inappropriate intentions towards the warm and soft figure in his arms.

He truly was an insensible rascal!

Cao Wanqing stomped her foot and hurried towards the airport lounge, her figure full of desolation.

But just as she felt resentful, she heard the caring words of the rascal behind her.

“Be careful there, and don’t forget my warning!”

Her heart warmed, and Cao Wanqing stopped in her tracks and turned around.

But Xiao Shun had already disappeared into the crowd, vanishing from sight.

“Rascal!”

Cao Wanqing cursed under her breath, but a faint smile lingered on her lips.

…

After leaving the airport, Xiao Shun went to Cliffside.

Ning Zhiyuan and his disciples had returned to their life at the sect while also actively preparing for the inaugural Alchemy Exchange Conference organized by the New School Society in the coming spring.

After chatting enthusiastically with his master and disciple for a while, Xiao Shun went to Hanging Flask Inn.

Everything remained the same there, as the medicinal herbs grew lush and vigorous under the nurturing soil.

In the afternoon, Xiao Shun left Cliffside and headed straight to the New School Society office, where he and Ye Nantian worked out the development plan for Eastbrook.

Unbeknownst to him, it was already evening.

After Ye Nantian set aside a stack of documents, he tentatively asked Xiao Shun, “Mr. Xiao, are you leaving tonight?”

Nodding, Xiao Shun replied, “Yes, everything here has been taken care of, and everything is on track. It’s time for me to go back.”

In fact, when he went to the airport to bid farewell to Cao Wanqing earlier that day, he had already bought a ticket to return to Harrow that night.

After spending nearly ten days in Eastbrook, he felt a pang of homesickness for his wife.

With everything proceeding as planned, there was no point in him staying any longer. It was better to return home early.

Leaving the office, he went to the hotel to pack his belongings and check out, then headed straight to the airport by taxi.

After a bumpy ride, it was 10:40 pm when Xiao Shun’s plane slowly landed at Harrow Airport.

When he arrived back at the villa, it was already the early hours of the morning.

Standing outside the villa, looking at the still-bright bedroom light, Xiao Shun shook his head and smiled bitterly, knowing that Yao Cen was probably busy with company matters.

Before returning, he hadn’t called his wife to let her know about his whereabouts, wanting to give her a surprise.

He tiptoed upstairs, gently opened the bedroom door.

There was no sign of Yao Cen, but he could hear the sound of water flowing from the bathroom.

She was taking a shower!

Raising an eyebrow, Xiao Shun smiled with a sense of satisfaction and lay down on the bed like a king.

The bed at home was still the best, even compared to a five-star hotel’s presidential suite.

He laid there comfortably for a couple of minutes, then the sound of running water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

Xiao Shun smiled faintly, and then opened his eyes to look over, intending to enjoy Yao Cen’s reaction when she saw him.

Would she be excited or angry?

With a click, the bathroom door was slowly opened.

A graceful figure was suddenly exposed in front of Xiao Shun, completely naked.

He was stunned.

Yao Cen was terrified.

“Ah!”

A piercing scream shattered the silence of the late night.

With a bang, Yao Cen stumbled back into the bathroom and closed the door.

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Yao Cen, with a hint of anger and embarrassment, said, “Bring me my clothes!”

Smiling ruefully, Xiao Shun found Yao Cen’s clothes on the armchair and walked to the door of the bathroom. He patted the glass door and said, “Open the door.”

“Hang my clothes on the door handle and turn around, I’ll take them myself!”

Yao Cen gritted her teeth.

“We’re husband and wife, why are you being so polite?” Xiao Shun grumbled.

Yao Cen was furious, “If you don’t do as I say, then go sleep in the next room!”

Full of resentment, Xiao Shun said, “Wife, you’re being too unfair. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and now that I’ve just returned, you want to drive me to the next room?”

As he spoke, there was a gnashing of teeth from within the bathroom.

With a wry smile, Xiao Shun conceded.

After hanging Yao Cen’s clothes on the door handle, he walked back to the bed without looking back and said, “Alright, you can take them yourself!”

At that moment, it seemed that either due to the clothes not being properly hung or some other reason, a lace-like fabric suddenly fell from the door handle.

Xiao Shun, with exceptional hearing, immediately turned around and said, “Wait, your underwear fell down!”

But it was too late!

With a click, the bathroom door opened once again, and the two met eyes once more.

This time, Yao Cen was wearing a bath towel, to prevent Xiao Shun from peeking.

But remembering what he had just said, her heart swelled with anger.

“I’m going to fight you, you scoundrel!”

With a fierce cry, Yao Cen didn’t bother putting on her clothes and pounced on Xiao Shun, instantly engaging in a scuffle.

Xiao Shun, feeling completely innocent, was pressed down by his wife and felt completely aggrieved.

He had intended to surprise her, but it had turned out like this.

What a blunder!

Yao Cen, caught up in her rage, completely overlooked the fact that her modesty was at risk.

Her pair of snow-white skin stirred up a wave of feelings in Xiao Shun.

“Scoundrel, I’ll make you regret peeking at me!”

Yao Cen raised her “little pink fists” like raining down blows on Xiao Shun’s chest.

This kind of attack was no different from a pitiful “weep weep weep”.

Gradually, Yao Cen, who was on top of Xiao Shun, began to feel that something was amiss.

Soon, her movements calmed down, and her gaze at Xiao Shun became somewhat dazed.

The dim bedroom light reflected the two rosy blushes on her cheeks, incredibly alluring.

Closing her eyes, Yao Cen completely gave up on resisting.

At that moment, she let go of the restraint she had held for so long and became a prisoner of love.