Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 8

Zhou Ying gnashed her teeth—she hated this gatecrashing Chu Feng, though Zhou Lie was visibly excited and laughed. “Good man. Here, have another drink with your father.”

“I’ll toast you then, Dad.” Chu Feng wasn’t perturbed in the slightest, so he merely continued drinking and eating with Zhou Lie. Sun Mingxuan was being completely sidelined, and his expression darkened as he continued to stew in the awkwardness.

Just then, Zhou Ying took Sun Mingxuan’s hand and told him tenderly, “You’re the Zhou family’s son-in-law. Don’t mind what Dad just said.” The subtext was clear: no matter how much Zhou Lie favoured Chu Feng, there was nothing Chu Feng could do to change the situation. It was Sun Mingxuan who was the one to have won the fair lady in the end after all.

Sun Mingxuan felt better instantly and smiled as he answered, “How could I? I’m already used to Dad being so straightforward.” But on the inside, he glanced at Chu Feng with a malicious scoff. He didn’t dare mess with Zhou Lie, but as for Chu Feng, how dare he embarrass him in public? I see this rich boy will have to slap some humility into you!

After a round of wining and dining, the guests were all scrambling to toast Sun Mingxuan and butter up this rich in-law with an exceptional background. Sun Mingxuan was also very generous, agreeing to help with everything from job searching, money borrowing and even pulling strings with government officials. This made him the subject of everyone’s praise, placing him squarely within the spotlight! Zhou Ying was also becoming more prideful and was practically glowing. Thank goodness she had a good eye back then and didn’t marry Chu Feng, that penniless boy, how else would she be getting so much attention today?

Just then, a troubled Liu Minglan suddenly spoke, “Mingxuan, your family runs such a big business, so you must be in need of more trustworthy staff. Chu Feng has just retired from the army, which means he’s currently unemployed. Why don’t you make some arrangements for him?” She continued awkwardly, her wrinkled hand shakily raising a glass of wine. “Mingxuan, I’ve never asked anything of you since you started dating Ying Ying, but I’m begging you now. Help me arrange a job for him, alright?”

Chu Feng suddenly felt melancholic. Liu Minglan was doing this for him with complete sincerity, because that was motherly love; no matter how old he became, he was still a child in her heart and they would forever give unconditionally, with the utmost care.

“No need for that, Mom.” Chu Feng stopped Liu Minglan. Your son is now the renowned God of War, known throughout the land and bowing to no one, not even that Chu family in the capital!

Sun Mingxuan also hastily helped Liu Minglan up, but before he could say anything, Zhou Ying interrupted impatiently, “Can you not make a scene, Mom? Mingxuan’s company is not a charity case. Every position and job there requires men with professional skills, chosen through multiple rounds of selection. Chu Feng doesn’t have the education or the skills, so how is he going to earn his keep there? How are the other workers going to perceive Mingxuan?”

Zhou Lie put down his chopsticks with a grim look. “What, you’re disrespecting your mother before you’re even marrying into his family? You have some nerve.”

Zhou Ying’s expression was indignant as she argued, “Dad, why are you always siding with Chu Feng—”

“Alright, alright.” At this point, Sun Mingxuan stepped in to play the mediator and chuckled. “Father, Mother, Ying Ying is right. My company employs highly technically-skilled people, so it won’t be easy to get Chu Feng a job. But since you’ve asked, then I’ll do my best!”

When Liu Minglan’s expression changed to joy, he pretended to think for a while, then smiled at Chu Feng as he offered, “How about this? Our company still needs a janitor in the washrooms. I think it would be a suitable job, what say you? It’s just the usual mopping, scrubbing toilet bowls and urinals, quite an easy job…”

“Ha! You’ve got some nerve talking about that land title, Chu Feng!” Zhou Ying scoffed at his words, “If it weren’t for that land title, our family wouldn’t have faced such a catastrophic disaster!”

Zhou Lie’s expression changed. “Zip it! Don’t say anything more!”

“Why can’t I say it? I’m saying it no matter what!” In her fury, Zhou Ying shouted. “Because of that land title, Dad was targeted by Ma Sanyuan of the Chamber of Commerce of the Four Seas! Those animals were cruel and merciless, and no one in Jiangling dared to go against them. So they took the land title, broke one of Dad’s legs and to this day, his right leg’s got metal implants in it that hurt him like h*ll every time it rains. You know that?”

Chu Feng felt his mind go blank with a buzzing sound, and he stood abruptly. Around them, there was nothing but dead silence except for Sun Mingxuan, who was gleefully watching Chu Feng making a fool of himself.

Liu Minglan secretly wiped her tears, and Zhou Lie’s gaze became evasive while he discreetly drew his right leg toward him and smiled as he explained, “Don’t listen to that girl. It was a superficial wound, and I’m already healed. After all, I used to be a special ops soldier. Those twerps that tried to hurt me, hah, they got hurt worse in the end.”

Chu Feng remained silent and knelt down, then grabbed Zhou Lie’s right leg. There was a visible scar at least ten centimeters long, and the metal implants inside were clearly visible too. “Does it hurt?” Chu Feng pressed down on the leg.