The Crazy Son-In-Law

“What does this mean?”

Qin Zhenhuan looked at his disciple, puzzled.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Hu Yungui hurriedly explained, “The Cao family is hosting a banquet at Plum Park tomorrow, and Xiao Shun is one of the invited guests. Master, you can meet him then.”

He had been unaware of this, but upon Shen Mohan’s “helpless” explanation, Yungui became aware of the situation.

After hearing the whole story, Qin Zhenyu laughed heartily.

“Haha, this saves me a lot of trouble. Tomorrow at Plum Park, as the president of the Northleap Old School Society, I have to compete with the Capital’s Zhang family. I might as well take the opportunity to suppress that kid’s spirit.”

The evening banquet at Plum Park was not just for the charity auction; to be precise, the auction was just an excuse for the gathering.

The real focus of the event was the performance exchange competition between the North Club and the Red Lake Club.

This was a showcase and fundraiser for Northleap, as well as a warm-up for the upcoming Hero Cup.

As a giant in the Northleap martial arts community, Qin Zhenhuan would naturally have to participate that evening. His opponent would be a master from the Capital’s Old School Society, Zhang Tianlai, who was also the owner of the Red Lake Club.

The match had not yet begun, but it had already become the center of attention for everyone present.

“Master, you must stand up for our Northleap Old School Society tomorrow. Last time at the Hero Cup, you were in seclusion, so the disciples had to fight on your behalf. That’s why we were overshadowed by the Capital. This time…”

Yungui, full of anticipation, was interrupted by his master’s wave of the hand.

“Do not underestimate Zhang Tianlai. His strength is not inferior to mine. The Capital’s Old School Society sent him to suppress us, Northleap, in front of the entire national Old School Society.”

The national Old School Society seemed unified, but once the power was dispersed, it became fragmented. Everyone was fighting for themselves.

However, due to the recent natural disaster, the Northleap Old School Society had been weakened in terms of resource allocation. If Qin Zhenyu could not win the match against Zhang Tianlai the next day, the headquarters would continue to marginalize them.

That’s just how the world is.

If you have the ability, you can gain more favor. If you don’t, you have to swallow your pride.

Although Qin Zhenhuan was capable, he was dissatisfied with some of the headquarters’ actions, but he had to stand up for himself and the entire Northleap Old School Society.

Meanwhile, Xiao Shun and Mo Yibai returned to their hotel.

In the elevator, Xiao Shun couldn’t help but ask, “When are you going for the interview with Zhang Jizhong?”

This was actually his real purpose for coming to Northleap; the rest was just incidental.

Seeing that Xiao Shun hadn’t forgotten his promise, Mo Yibai felt warm and sweet, “Tomorrow morning at nine. You rest early tonight, and we’ll go together tomorrow.”

Nodding, Xiao Shun continued, “You only need to go through the motions for the interview. After all, from what you’ve said, that big-bearded man doesn’t seem like a good person. I can help you for the moment, but not for a lifetime.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Yibai blushed slightly. “What, are you afraid I’ll be harmed by other men?”

Man, why did her words sound so strange?

Then, Xiao Shun looked at Mo Yibai with a serious expression and coughed lightly.

“I can’t bear to see you, such a delicate flower, get stuck in the mud. It’s for your own good.”

“Do I have to be stuck in the mud then?”

Feeling embarrassed, Mo Yibai glanced at Xiao Shun and quickly swiped her card to enter her room. Leaning against the door, her heart was pounding nonstop, but she wore a happy smile on her face.

When did I become mud?

Xiao Shun glared at Mo Yibai’s closed door in frustration, then returned to his own room.

There was no conversation that night, and the next day was bright and clear.

Compared to the icy weather of Harrow, the weather in Northleap these days was surprisingly good, just like Mo Yibai’s current mood – cloudless and sunny.

At seven-thirty in the morning, Mo Yibai, fully dressed, knocked on Xiao Shun’s door.

With a messy hairdo, Xiao Shun yawned and opened the door. He looked at the “Arabian girl” in front of him and said, “What time is it? Do you have to be so early?”

Mo Yibai, with an impatient glare, explained, “I have to do my makeup before the audition. If we’re late, we won’t make it in time!”

“Really pushing it,” Xiao Shun remarked. He then went to the sofa, put on his clothes in a hurry, and took a few minutes to tidy up. After he finished getting ready, the two went to the parking lot, got into the car, and headed to the designated location.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the temporary parking lot outside the Northleap ancient city. It was only eight o’clock in the morning, but the lot was already filled with numerous luxury cars, making Xiao Shun’s rented Mercedes S300 seem out of place.

Frustrated, he said, “Are all of these here for the audition?”

Mo Yibai smiled and explained, “This drama by the big bearded man is the highlight of next year. The investment is said to be close to a billion, so of course, there’s fierce competition among actresses for the leading role. This is what we call an opportunity.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Shun sneered, “It seems like competition in the entertainment industry is also fierce.”

“In which industry isn’t it?” Mo Yibai sighed, then walked towards the ancient city.

They arrived at a huge studio door. Mo Yibai showed her credentials to the staff and went inside with a warm smile from the personnel. Xiao Shun, excited about entering a studio for the first time, followed her. Unbothered by the new environment, Mo Yibai had spent more time in studios than Xiao Shun had spent training.

At that moment, a staff member with a smile came up to Mo Yibai, “Miss Mo, the dressing room is this way. You are the 23rd candidate today, so please wait a moment!”

“Okay, thank you.” Mo Yibai smiled back and followed the staff to the dressing room.

Seeing this, Xiao Shun naturally followed, only to receive a disapproving look.

“Sir, this is the ladies’ dressing room. You can’t go in!”

The staff extended their hand to stop him from following Mo Yibai.