The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Thank you, Mr. Sikong, for allowing me to use your club,” Mo Yibai said sweetly as she picked up a glass of red wine from the dressing table.

“You’ve become such a superstar since you started at Cotton Bay, and I’ve only done what I should,” Sikong Xing replied courteously.

“I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave now. After the performance, I’ll come back for Miss Mo’s celebration banquet.”

“Thank you, Mr. Sikong,” Mo Yibai said happily.

Sikong Xing waved his hand and left the dressing room.

The show began, and the lights in the hall gradually dimmed as the stage lights were all turned on. Soon, a white smoke enveloped the stage, accompanied by cheers from the rear rows and applause from the front rows, and Mo Yibai gracefully walked onto the stage.

She was completely different from the sharp-tongued woman Xiao Shun remembered. Every word she spoke was elegant and gentle, “Thank you all for your constant support over the past five years. I owe you so much, and I only hope everyone can have a great time tonight at this thank-you show. I love you all.”

She playfully made a heart shape with her fingers, and her fans screamed around her.

“So noisy,” Xiao Shun muttered to himself.

Their seats were right next to the so-called die-hard fans, and their screams were literally rattling his eardrums.

“She looks so beautiful tonight. If only I could get on stage and talk to her,” Lin Tao was nearly salivating.

“I remember you never listen to her songs, right?” Lin Dandan looked at his drooling face and scoffed.

“I don’t listen to her songs, but I still like her because of her beauty. Everyone loves a beautiful woman, and I’m not gay. Look at that face, look at those beautiful legs. Oh my god… She’s a goddess,” Lin Tao stared at the stage, infatuated.

“Err! Men!” Lin Dandan rolled her eyes.

As time passed, Mo Yibai sang one song after another on stage and bursts of applause erupted around the stage from time to time. Xiao Shun didn’t know much about singing, but he could tell Mo Yibai was doing well. When she sang “Harbor,” he noticed Song Linger’s eyes were brimming with tears.

He didn’t expect this girl to be so fragile at times.

At that moment, a Rolls-Royce sped toward Cotton Bay. Finally it stopped steadily in front of the entrance, and Zheng Yongzhang jumped out.

Beside him was a young man with an average build, thick hair, and sharp eyes – he was Chu Heshan. He was the eldest son of Chu Jing, the head of Blades from St Hunclare. The Chu and Zheng families had some close business ties, and since Zheng Yunhe knew Xiao Shun had killed Sikong Chen, he feared Xiao Shun might target his son and had already sought help from the Chu family.

The Chu family was widely known for their Crane Fist, which had once brought them considerable fame throughout the country. Chu Heshan had practiced Crane Fist since he was a child, and he was confident that he could protect Zheng Yongzhang.

Growing up in such a prestigious family and knowing some martial arts, Chu Heshan had been arrogant since childhood. Zheng Yongzhang, however, greatly appreciated his arrogance, and so they quickly became friends.

He looked up at the nightclub and noticed that the lights were dim. He couldn’t help but wonder. What was going on? Was the club closed today?

Zheng Yongzhang tossed the car keys to the parking attendant and quickly walked in.

As soon as he opened the door, he spotted Mo Yibai on stage and his eyes lit up. He had seen Mo Yibai a few times before, but had never found the right opportunity to approach her. Tonight, she seemed even more enchanting than ever, and his heart raced.

At the same time, he sensed a gaze upon him. He looked up to see Sikong Xing standing by the railing on the second floor, looking down at him with a glass of wine in his hand.

The two had been in close contact recently and had become like brothers who were able to share everything with each other.

Zheng Yongzhang’s lips curled into a sinister smile. After another glance at Mo Yibai, he headed upstairs.

“I’ll definitely have you in my bed tonight!” He thought.

Despite their failure with Xiao Shun, ever since their families had defeated the Song family, Zheng Yongzhang had become even more arrogant than ever.

“Sikong Xing, I’m interested in that girl on stage,” Zheng Yongzhang said as he walked upstairs. He lit a cigarette, his hands in his pockets, and squinted down at Mo Yibai while talking to Sikong Xing.

Sikong Xing looked at him, smiled, and said nothing.

“What do you mean? Is she yours?” Zheng Yongzhang asked disdainfully.

“I don’t care. Even if she’s yours, I’m going to have her tonight.”

Sikong Xing pursed his lips, speechless. Although their families now had some common enemies and they called each other brothers, he had never actually liked him.

“She’s not my girl. If you want to do something, there will be a celebration party after the performance. You can see what you can do then.”

“Isn’t this your place? Can’t you just make some arrangements?” Zheng Yongzhang sneered.

“I can make arrangements if you like any of our girls here. Yet Mo Yibai is only here for her performance tonight; she doesn’t work for me, so I have no say in the matter. I must remind you, though, Mo Yibai is said to know quite a few influential people in Stillwater. Just be careful,” Sikong Xing said, swirling the wine in his glass.

“Damn it! Just stay out of my way and I will manage the rest on my own. I’ll have her tied to my bed tonight. She’s just a singer. What kind of influential people? Is there anyone in Stillwater who dares to go against us now?”

Sikong Xing didn’t respond, took a sip of wine, and walked into the private room, followed by Zheng Yongzhang and his bodyguard.

“Who is this?” Sikong Xing asked, looking at the young man who had been following Zheng Yongzhang everywhere.

“Oh, this is Mr. Chu, Chu Heshan. He’s from St Hunclare and a good brother of mine,” Zheng Yongzhang introduced briefly.

“Since you’re Mr. Zheng’s friend, please have a seat,” Sikong Xing nodded and gestured.

Chu Heshan didn’t refuse, and simply sat down. He poured himself a drink and downed it in one gulp.

“Since you’re Mr. Zheng’s friend, you’re my friend too. If you ever need my help, just let me know.”

Sikong Xing froze for a moment when he heard his words. Where the fuck did this peasant even come from? But still, he kept his smile on his face.

“You are a real man! Mr. Chu, it’s great to have a friend like you.”

The three of them continued chatting in the private room.

Downstairs on the stage, Mo Yibai changed into a tight black outfit with a red gauze skirt, revealing her spectacular curves. She danced and sang along with the dancers on stage, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cheer after cheer erupted from the fans behind them. Xiao Shun, annoyed by the noise, got up and went to the restroom for a bit of peace.

After standing by the sink outside the restroom for three minutes or so, he turned to go back. Just as he reached the door, a shadow rushed towards him, crashing into his chest in an instant.