Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chu Tiange left in a disheveled state; he simply had no face to stay any longer.

He, the distinguished young master from Jiangdu's wealthy family, had not only spent a lot of money, but also bought a fake artifact. Moreover, everyone of status in Jiangdu had come to know of it.

Of course, all of this was not the most hateful thing. The most hateful thing was that Tang surnamed trash!

"Damn it, if I don't destroy you, my resentment won't be quenched!" Chu Tiange swore through clenched teeth as he yanked the car door open and climbed in.

But as soon as he sat down in the car, Hong Wei also climbed in.

"Young Master Chu, you promised to embarrass that Ye surnamed trash and drive him out of my Hong Family's door. You've been quite a disappointment," Hong Wei shook his head.

"What are you implying, Hong? Are you here to mock me?" Chu Tiange said angrily.

"Mocking you? I don't have the leisure for that,"

Hong Wei said with a smile, and then he added, "That Ye surnamed trash made you lose so much face, don't you, Young Master Chu, want to take revenge?"

Chu Tiange said, "To take revenge, one needs a plan. If that useless son-in-law is always around in the Hong Family, what can I do?"

Hong Wei lit a cigar and said carelessly, "Tomorrow, the Hong Family will be visiting the Qingcheng Mountain Daoist Temple to pray. Just prod a little, and that useless son-in-law should also go."

Chu Tiange said coldly, "Even if that trash goes, if he sticks close to your old man, I still won't have a chance to make a move."

"Don't worry, Hong Qingyan doesn't drive, and the driver is our man. I will arrange for the driver to take a wrong turn and drive to a remote and uninhabited foothill."

Chu Tiange's eyes lit up, and he nodded, "I see, give me the address in advance!"

Hong Wei didn't say more, simply opened the door and got out of the car, but before he shut the door, he turned back and said, "That Ye surnamed trash, he has a bodyguard with some skills. You better bring some experts along!"

Having returned to the banquet hall, Hong Wei found that the birthday feast had already ended, and guests were slowly leaving. Hong Qingyan, pushing Ye Feng's wheelchair, was slowly heading towards the Inner Courtyard.

Watching Ye Feng's retreating figure, Hong Wei couldn't help but sneer, "A useless son-in-law like you dares to think about sitting on Young Master Hong's head and taking a dump. Tomorrow, you won't be able to walk away from what's coming!"

On the way back to the Inner Courtyard, Hong Qingyan couldn't help but ask, "Big Brother Ye, how were you so sure that Chu Tiange's Spirit King Ring was a fake?"

Ye Feng chuckled lightly, "Because with his Plane, he couldn't possibly have access to the real Spirit King Ring."

Hong Qingyan didn't know how to respond to that, so she chose to remain silent.

She didn't speak, and Ye Feng generally didn't say much either. Soon, they reached the Inner Courtyard, and with Seventeen's help, pushed the wheelchair up to the second floor.

"Qingyan, go get some hot water for my bath," Ye Feng commanded.

As soon as she heard this, Hong Qingyan's ears immediately turned red. Although it was not the first time she had helped this guy take a bath, nor was it the first time she had helped him wash his whole body,

every time she thought about doing it, her ears would burn with heat, and every time she helped him bathe, her heart would pound.

Because this guy was completely unconcerned, wanting her to take off all his clothes every time he bathed!

The night passed without words, and the next day at dawn, the sun shone brightly. Madam Zhang Yuman of the Hong Family called early to tell Hong Qingyan that the family was going to the Qingcheng Mountain Daoist Temple to pray.

Hong Qingyan frowned, "But Aunt, I still need to stay here to take care of Ye Feng."

Zhang Yuman chuckled and said, "No problem, just bring Ye Feng along with you, since he is now half a son-in-law to our Hong Family, he is one of us, there's no issue."

"Besides, this temple visit to pray is a tradition our family has every spring, and it's been a convention for over a decade."

Hong Qingyan asked, "Is Grandpa also going this year?"

"Yes, the old man is certainly going. Mother passed away at the Daoist temple, so naturally, the old master will return!"

Hong Qingyan didn't immediately agree, but instead turned her head to look at Ye Feng beside her. Judging from the expression on her face, she naturally hoped to go as well.

Because Grandpa was a soldier, Grandma lived in the Daoist temple as a semi-recluse for the past fifteen years and ultimately passed away there. Grandma had been kind to her since Qingyan was little, so she visited every year, especially since today was the anniversary of Grandma's death.

Ye Feng looked up at the sky, "The weather is nice, it's good to go out and clear your mind."

As the former King of the Northern Border, Ye Feng had long detected something off in Zhang Yuman's tone over the phone—the saying goes that anything out of the ordinary is a sign of a demon, so it was very likely that the other side had set some sort of trap.

But Ye Feng didn't care, any scheme or trickery was a paper tiger in front of him.

"So, Big Brother Ye, you agree to go together?" Hong Qingyan's eyes shone, although she was a cripple, her heart was extremely kind and pure, and when she smiled, she had two dimples.

Ye Feng nodded, his eyes also revealing a smile as he looked at her.

The minivan quickly entered the Inner Courtyard, and after everyone got on, the Hong Family's several vehicles immediately departed.

Ye Feng, Hong Qingyan, and Seventeen were in one car, the driver was also from the Hong Family. After leaving the city area, the road became somewhat bumpy, which suggested they had reached the suburbs where the road conditions weren't very good.

However, the ride got increasingly bumpy, and Hong Qingyan soon realized something was wrong. Looking out the window, she said, "Master, this road isn't right, we've never taken this route in the past."

The driver smiled, "That's right, the usual road going up the mountain is under repair, so we have to detour and take another route up."

"There's another way up the mountain?"

"I tell you, Miss Second, just be at ease. I know this place better than you do, and I was worried about making a mistake, so I specifically checked it out yesterday. There won't be any problems!"

Hong Qingyan didn't ask any more questions, but turned to look at Ye Feng, who was just then closing his eyes, resting and restoring his energy on his own.

As for Seventeen, that guy was even less of a concern, standing there like a wooden post.

After turning through two mountain hollows, the car entered an abandoned lumber mill and suddenly came to a screeching halt with a 'creak'.

"We're here!"

"Here? Where is this, this isn't the Daoist temple!" Hong Qingyan's eyes widened, but by then, the driver had already flung the car door open and run off in a puff of smoke.

"Haha, folks, welcome to Forest World for a visit!" A robust and fierce man, laughing loudly, pulled open the car door.

The man bared his chest, revealing incredibly strong muscles, especially a long scar stretching down from his left face to his shoulder, striking fear into any onlooker's heart.

Surrounding this scar-faced man were seven or eight burly men who encircled the car.

"Forest World? And what is that?" Hong Qingyan tried to stay calm, but even a fool would know by then that something was wrong.

"Without deception, this Forest World is a tourism project I've invested tens of billions in. For each visitor, the cost for a tour and sightseeing is ten million!"

"Ten million, why don't you just go rob people?" Hong Qingyan's eyes bulged.

"Hehehe, turns out you've hit the nail on the head, young lady!" several lackeys laughed in weird tones.

Hong Qingyan felt a bitter lump in her throat and was at a loss for words.