Novel Square
Chapter 183
Chapter 183
Chapter 183 The Hardships
“Working a job was never an option for me, I could never live my life that way. I don’t know the first
thing about running a business, so the only way I can survive is by stealing… Ah! Are you even human,
or sore kind of ghost?”
He watched in shock as the young man seemingly descended from the heavens before him.
Emrys was instantly infuriated, he slapped him across the face, saying, “You dared to steal my bicycle
and then ask me if I’m a human or a ghost?”
After mercilessly beating up the bicycle thief, Emrys stared at the dirt–streaked bicycle seat, lost in
thought.
In the end, he gritted his teeth fiercely and made a significant decision.
Since the seat cushion is torn, I’ll replace it with a new one! At the same time, I’ll also need to buy a U–
lock for a higher level of security!
Upon arriving at the bicycle repair shop and explaining the situation to the shopkeeper, Emrys stood by
the roadside for a while. Suddenly, a voice came from nearby. “Excuse me. Are you Emrys?”
Emrys turned his head, looking quizzically at the young man in a suit standing next to him, who was
only a few years older than himself. He nodded and said, “Yes, I am. And you are?”
“So, you really are Emrys. I’m Leiandros Zimmerman. Don’t you remember me? We used to be in the
same orphanage.”
Upon hearing Emrys‘ reply, the young man named Leiandros immediately showed a look of joy.
Leiandros Zimmerman… This name seemed somewhat familiar.
Very quickly, Emrys then remembered that Leiandros was indeed from the same orphanage as him.
His age was roughly the same as Cordelia’s, and it seemed that they had a pretty good relationship
when they were young.
“A while back, I went to visit the director. He mentioned you to me, saying that you survived that fire.
Just now, I thought you looked somewhat familiar, so I came over to ask. I didn’t expect it to really be
you.”
The great fire from years ago had caused quite a stir, and essentially all the older children in the
orphanage knew about it. Among them, a person named Emrys, had supposedly died in that fire.
The impression was simply too deep.
Leiandros was no different. Thus, when he heard from the director that Emrys was still alive, he too
was taken aback.
Emrys said with a smile, “I was just lucky. I happened to be saved by someone.”
When old friends met, it was only natural that pleasantries were exchanged. When the conversation
Chapter 18 The Hardships
shifted toward Lelanddros‘ current situation, he sighed helplessly and said, “Several years ago, I
married into the Bjorn family of Summerbank, becoming a matrilocal son–in–law.”
“Indeed. The conditions in the Hjorn family were quite good. When they proposed that I marry into their
family to bring them a joyous occasion, I agreed without a second thought”
Upon hearing Lelandros‘ words, Emrys‘ expression instantly became incredibly amused.
A matrilocal son–in–law who married into a prominent family to bring them a joyous occasion? It
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With that in mind. Emrys couldn’t help but say, “In that case, you’re like an invisible big shot. If you
were in an urban fiction, you’d perfectly fit the role of a protagonist who plays a wolf in sheep’s
clothing!”
“Why do you say that?” Leiandros asked, puzzled.
“I heard it from a friend who enjoys reading fictional stories with matrilocal son–in–laws as the main
character.”
“Huh?”
“My apologies. I seem to have veered off topic here.”
Leiandros didn’t pay any attention to Emrys‘ nonsensical ramblings. He sighed as he said, “There’s no
such thing as an invisible big shot. You just don’t understand the hardships of a matrilocal son–in–law.
No matter what you do, you always have to act according to the wife’s family’s wishes.”
Leiandros poured out his grievances extensively.
Emrys deeply sympathized with his predicament, thinking to himself that novels indeed deceived
people, so reading too many could casily lead to delusional daydreaming.
The two chatted for a while longer and exchanged their contact information. Leiandros then said, “Mr.
Lund, whenever you’re free, let me treat you to a meal. After all, it’s been so many years since we last
met.”
“No problem.”
Emrys nodded in agreement, and then he left the place, pushing his old–fashioned bike.
Leiandros was filled with emotion as he watched Emrys‘ retreating figure. “Mr. Lund has fallen to the
point of riding a bicycle. Although my family status is somewhat lacking now, at least I can still live in a
mansion and drive a luxury car. What do I have to complain about? However…”