The Crazy Son-In-Law

When he returned home, Liu Yunxiang had already got the meal ready. Xiao Shun told Yao Cen that Xue Sihai would assist her with the remaining procedures and that someone would contact her soon. Presumably it should be Xue Sihai’s assistant.

Yao Cen blinked and asked, “How come you are suddenly so familiar with Xue Sihai? What did you do with him yesterday at the end of the banquet?”

In front of Liu Yunxiang and Yao Jianguo, Xiao Shun couldn’t really tell them the truth, and it was his patient’s privacy, “He just felt not very well, so I helped him out a little.”

Yao Cen didn’t ask any other questions. After all, it was good to have someone to help. After these formalities, they were ready to open.

After he had dinner, Xiao Shun went back to his room.

He began to get ready for his lecture with Song Linger. Meteor Fist was a really foundational thing, so he had not used them for a long time and now he could only try to remember every bit of it.

Yao Cen watched him thinking and drawing there, and she felt curious. In addition to some obscure sentences, there were just a few crooked characters. She wondered, “What is this thing?”

Xiao Shun didn’t raise his head, “Kung Fu.”

Yao Cen, “…”

As if she suddenly remembered something, she then said, “You could teach me something, and maybe I could protect myself.”

Xiao Shun frowned.

What she said seemed to make sense. He turned his head and surveyed Yao Cen.

Yao Cen felt a little awkward because of his gaze, “What’s wrong?”

Xiao Yang shook his head and said seriously, “You can’t. You don’t have that talent.”

Arghhhh!

…

Soon, two days had passed. On that afternoon when Xiao Shun returned to Pearl International, he immediately found the painting framed and hanging on the wall in the living room. The painting was placed on the table when he left, and he immediately forgot about it. Liu Yunxiang crossed her arms and tilted her chin, staring at the painting on the wall with satisfaction.

When she saw Xiao Shun, she said a little proudly, “The painting you brought back was not bad, so I framed it. It looks pretty good here. And it shows a bit of our good taste.”

Xiao Shun thought to himself, “Do you really have taste? You’ve almost ruined the villa.” But he still looked calm as he gently nodded down and said, “Uh … yes, it’s not bad.”

He wondered what she would think if she knew that the painting she hung on the wall could give her two such villas … While Xiao Shun was preparing his herbs, he already had his Meteor Fist Primer ready. He wrote it on two sheets of A4 paper, and when he had time he gave it to Song Linger…

A few days later.

In front of a house at No. 24, the eighth avenue, there were two willow trees that looked just like two soldiers standing guards. It was halfway through autumn, a breeze blew through the streets, and the fallen leaves on the ground were swept up in mid-air, whirling around. A white Mercedes-Benz coupe whistled by and finally stopped steadily at the door.

The car door opened, and a ponytailed girl wearing a white slim-fitting tracksuit stepped down from the car. Her hands in her coat pockets, the young girl tilted her head slightly, a pair of cute eyes looked around to examine the small courtyard. Following her, a young man with a clean-cut, well-built face stepped out of the car. The delicate features of his handsome face exactly showed his coolness.

It was none other than Xiao Shun.

He was still wearing his usual white T-shirt and black pants, and the girl was naturally Song Linger.

Song Linger walked to the door, took the key out of her pocket and opened the lock that looked a little old hanging on the door.

Squeak!

The yard was not at all big and they saw everything with one glance.

What greeted them was an oval flower bed and plants of different colors added to the beauty of the autumn.

The yard seemed to be quite frequently attended.

The plants were all trimmed, and there were no piles of leaves on the stone pavement. A chaise sat alone under the sunny corner.

“Where are we?” Xiao Shun asked.

“My father gave my mother this place, and no one has lived here since my mother died.” Song Linger looked a little sad.

“I didn’t hear you mention your father.”

“I have nothing to say about the man.”

The two spoke as they walked inside.

“Do we start now? Or should we rest for a while. I can get you some tea.” When they walked to the middle of the courtyard, Song Linger was already a little impatient. Xiao Shun smiled lightly and said, “Let’s start now.” At that he fished out the A4 paper sheets from his pocket and handed them to her. “I have written everything about Meteor Fist here, and you can just do as it says.” Xiao Shun could see that Song Linger had actually practiced kung fu.

And he had tried his best to write those things in plain language so he wasn’t particularly worried she might not understand. Song Linger took it and looked at it and looked up at Xiao Shun, “Master, do you really know kung fu?”

She had seen Xiao Shun’s medical skills but never seen him fight.

“Do you want to try?” Xiao Shun said with a smile. “I’ll just show you.”

“So you can have a bit more faith in what I say. Now you can attack me. Come on.”

Xiao Shun put his hands behind him and stood there with a bashful face.

Song Linger frowned and said, “Then I’ll start.”

She rolled up her sleeves, stepped forward quickly, and swung a quick punch at Xiao Shun’s chest, but she didn’t use a lot of force. Xiao Shun took half a step back, turned slightly, and stretched out a palm to casually catch the delicate wrist.

Now that she had missed it, Song Linger tried to take back her hand and took a step to the side. And her other fist immediately came towards Xiao Shun’s face. Xiao Shun advanced instead of retreating, blocking her fist and throwing a punch.

Song Linger felt the numbness on her shoulder and frowned, “Master, you can’t do that.”

“You’re too slow.” Xiao Shun smiled and shook his head.

Gritting her teeth, Song Linger turned and slammed her elbow toward Xiao Shun. Xiao Shun calmly took a step to the side, reached out and grabbed Song Linger’s shoulder with a gentle tug.

The little girl instantly lost her balance and was about to fall, when Xiao Shun turned around and wrapped his hand around her waist.

Song Linger’s little face turned flushed with shame and she hurriedly stood up.

A moment later, she glanced at Xiao Shun with her beautiful eyes. “Master, are you doing this on purpose?”

“What are you even thinking? I only have two hours, just to start. You’re lucky to have survived until now in front of those cockroaches.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Song Linger bristled, “Okay.”

The sunlight was cast all over the yard in this chilly autumn day. Xiao Shun got himself some tea and occasionally told this pretty young lady what she had done wrong. What a life!