The Crazy Son-In-Law

Half an hour later, Xiao Shun leisurely carried a person on his shoulder and returned home.

“Darn it, when you take on a task, don’t you even bother to inquire a bit? The name ‘specialist in curing all kinds of disobedience’ isn’t just for show!” Xiao Shun grumbled as he threw the unconscious Louis onto the sofa.

Under the bright light, Louis’s exceptionally handsome face now resembled a swollen pig’s head, with bruises scattered all over his exposed skin.

It seemed that Xiao Shun had truly shown no mercy this time.

But it wasn’t entirely his fault. If anyone was to blame, it was Louis himself. Despite being beaten black and blue, he remained defiant, even provoking Xiao Shun from time to time.

“Well, you brought this upon yourself. Don’t blame me!” Xiao Shun thought at that time.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

What followed was undoubtedly a tragic story.

Xiao Shun abandoned the idea of attacking Louis’ vital points and instead relentlessly punched him into unconsciousness.

At this moment, Hu suddenly appeared from somewhere and pointed at Louis on the sofa, saying something that made Xiao Shun chuckle.

“Who’s this chubby guy?” Hu asked.

Rubbing his nose, Xiao Shun found the description quite fitting. He then glanced at Hu reproachfully. “Why are you still up so late? Didn’t I tell you not to come out easily?”

“Hu was worried about you. She heard the door open just now and rushed out without hesitation,” Long San’s mother explained, walking up to Xiao Shun’s side.

When she saw Louis’s bruised face, a hint of curiosity flashed in the old woman’s eyes, but she refrained from asking too many questions.

Surprised that the girl actually cared about him, Xiao Shun felt touched and reached out to pat her on the head, saying, “Don’t worry, big brother here is quite formidable, you know.”

“I don’t have such an old brother like you!” Hu playfully stuck out her tongue and then bounced back to her room.

Long San’s mother shook her head with a wry smile and followed her.

“Am I that old? Aside from being almost six feet tall, with this innocent face of mine, I probably don’t even need to swipe a card to take the bus!” Xiao Shun said, feeling indignant.

As he shamelessly mocked himself, his gaze fell on the unconscious Louis nearby, and he couldn’t help but feel conflicted. “Hmm, although this kid is quiet now, when he wakes up, he’ll probably cause a ruckus. I must find a way to deal with that.”

With that in mind, he smiled, suddenly coming up with a plan.

After a while, Xiao Shun moved Louis to a guest room on the second floor and fetched a few iron chains from the storeroom.

And so, the infamous Duke of Death was securely bound to a large bed, looking utterly pitiful!

After testing the chains’ tightness and strength, Xiao Shun grinned wickedly. “Heh heh, if only I had a whip and some candles, it would be perfect!”

As he spoke, his expression suddenly changed. “Huh, why does it feel strange?”

While Xiao Shun was pondering his own unsettling thoughts, Louis, lying on the bed, began to twitch slightly, as if he were about to wake up.

Seeing this, Xiao Shun hurried over. “Awake?”

Upon hearing that voice, like a nightmare, Louis abruptly opened his eyes and saw the figure of that demonic man.

As the Duke of Death, he had always been seen as a demon in the eyes of others, but this time, he experienced what a real demon was like.

The relentless flurry of blows now haunted his mind, shattering his confidence entirely.

At that moment, all he could say was, “Kill me!”

At this, Xiao Shun gave a wry smile. “Tsk tsk tsk, how could you say that? After finally getting you back, I have so many things I want to ask you. Killing you now would be a waste, wouldn’t it?”

Xiao Shun would never kill Louis. After all, there were many things about him that intrigued Xiao Shun, especially the spirit pattern engraving, which was of utmost importance.

“I won’t tell you anything!” Louis declared.

“Didn’t you just tell me something?” Xiao Shun smiled faintly.

“Huh?” Louis was taken aback.

Unfazed by what Louis might be thinking, Xiao Shun patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s okay. Relationships take time to improve. Although you don’t want to tell me anything now, I have ways to make you cooperate.”

As he said this, Xiao Shun’s smile turned cold, sending a shiver down Louis’s spine, hinting at an ominous foreboding.

“It’s too late today. Let’s continue the translation:

“It’s too late today. We’ll talk more about building our relationship tomorrow.”

Looking at the pale-faced Louis, when Xiao Shun mentioned “building our relationship,” he deliberately emphasized those words.

“Kill me!” Louis roared.

“Young people nowadays are so impulsive, always seeking life and death. You need to correct this behavior. Reflect on it tonight, and I’ll come to see you tomorrow morning. Behave,” Xiao Shun said with a sneer before smugly leaving the room.

Louis was severely injured at the moment, and the iron chains were enough to restrict his movements. Xiao Shun had no worries about him breaking free.

As he returned to the ground floor, he bumped into Zhu Que and Yao Cen, who had just come home. Zhu Que’s expression remained as inscrutable as ever, but Yao Cen seemed visibly fatigued, which made Xiao Shun feel sorry for her.

“So late?” Xiao Shun quickly took the bag from his wife’s hand and ushered her to the sofa, then asked about the situation at the company.

Yao Cen rubbed her temples and responded, “The company is going through a change in sales strategy. I’ll be quite busy for the next few days.”

Pausing for a moment, she looked at Xiao Shun and asked, “By the way, how’s your contact with Mo Yibai going?”

“She said she has a meeting in Harrow in two days. We’ll talk more then,” Xiao Shun replied with a smile.

Nodding, Yao Cen said, “Alright, I’ll leave the online live broadcast to you. I have some documents to take care of. You can go to bed on your own later.”

With that, she got up and walked towards the study, her busy figure making Xiao Shun feel guilty.