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

Chapter 231 Warmth

Fu Family.

Long before Ye Feng went to the Southern River Region Jiangnan, Fu Zuo Xing had very appropriately returned Fu Zuoming’s share of the family assets to Fu Shen, only for the arrival of the Sha Family Gang to rekindle his hopes.

In a word, insatiable greed, a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit.

As long as the Fu Zuo Xing family hadn’t really touched his bottom line, Ye Feng was willing to give them a way to live. However, as long as these people remained in Jiangdu, they would be an eyesore.

"Third brother, it’s the second time, huh? Coming back to Jiangdu without saying a word first."

In the Fu Family’s old residence, Fu Shen and Fu Zi had been waiting at the door for Ye Feng for a long time.

"Isn’t this meant to be a surprise for you?"

Ye Feng looked up at the sky, rarely indulging in feigning ignorance.

The home remained the same as before, the plants and furniture here still held many memories of childhood. However, there were quite a few new pieces of furniture.

The old times and flowers, gazing upon the empty sparrow tower.

The Foster Father was no more, and the eldest brother was also gone. Such a home eventually left many voids in Ye Feng’s heart; if only he could have paid more attention to the Fu Family earlier, perhaps the Foster Father wouldn’t have passed away so soon.

"It is quite a surprise. By the way, where is your sister-in-law? Why didn’t she come with you?"

Fu Shen did not possess the same silent sentimentality as Ye Feng. Over the years, he and Fu Zi had moved on.

"Yeah, where’s my sister-in-law? You didn’t bully her, did you, third brother?"

Confirming that Hong Qingyan truly hadn’t come, Fu Zi revealed her two small, shiny canine teeth, looking quite fierce.

"Where would I dare to bully her? She had quite a bit to deal with at the Hong Family, and since things were urgent, I didn’t bring her along," Ye Feng explained helplessly.

Thinking to himself, Qingyan should have returned to the Hong Family by now. Should he call her to come over? With that in mind, Ye Feng stepped aside and made a phone call.

Actually, before he left, he had intended to bring Hong Qingyan along but was informed that she had gone to Hongtian Group.

"Is she coming?"

Fu Shen, of course, knew what Ye Feng was up to.

"She’s already on the way."

A sneaky smile played on Ye Feng’s lips; just now, without uttering a word, Hong Qingyan had taken the initiative to say she would come to him.

Now, who’s worrying about whom?

"That’s great. Little sister, go and get a room ready for your third brother and his wife. They’re staying over tonight. Let’s drink to our heart’s content and not return until we’re drunk!"

"Third brother, have a seat here. I’ll go and cook some dishes."

Fu Shen looked excited yet also somewhat sentimental. His intuition told him that Ye Feng’s visit this time would be brief.

Parting again, who could know when they might meet next?

"Second brother, your hand?"

Ye Feng frowned; cooking was not his forte. Of course, the Northern Border King shouldn’t be expected to do such things.

"It’s nothing, it’s not being used for any heavy duty work."

Alright then!

Knowing he couldn’t persuade Fu Shen, Ye Feng simply let him go.

"How’s the situation?"

As the other two left, Ye Feng returned to making phone calls in the hall—this time to the stern-faced Yan Xu.

"I was just about to report to you, everything went smoothly."

"However, I interrogated quite a few people personally, and they all claimed they didn’t know where Sha Hong went. They only knew one thing: Sha Hong said he was going out for business yesterday afternoon. As for what that was, nobody knew, and he hasn’t shown up since then," Yan Xu’s side was noisy, clearly still in the midst of chaos.

After leaving the Long Family, Ye Feng had ordered Yan Xu to immediately set out to eliminate the Sha Family Gang. Yan Xu certainly didn’t hesitate, but given that the Sha Family Gang had become the biggest local snake in Jiangdu, it wasn’t going to be a quick cleanup.

"If anyone has seen Sha Hong, get them to make a sketch and send it to me."

After a moment of contemplation, Ye Feng quickly made a decision.

Intuition told Ye Feng that the man in black he casually disposed of last night was Sha Hong from the Sha Family Gang, but until it was confirmed, he wouldn’t gamble on that possibility.

If a Martial King were to kill without restraint, no one in Jiangdu could stand against him.

"No problem," Yan Xu responded.

"As soon as possible."

After speaking, Ye Feng hung up the phone. After tomorrow, he would be off to the imperial capital.

The Imperial Capital!

Whether they owed him or not, he expected them to repay him with interest—everything that should be returned. Ye Feng closed his eyes to rest, curious about how those people would welcome him.

Half an hour later, Hong Qingyan arrived, laden with gifts large and small. Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian escorted her, and upon seeing her, Ye Feng couldn’t help but feel moved; the girl was becoming smarter by the day.

"Sister-in-law, you didn’t have to bring any gifts since you’re already here."

Fu Zi was the first to greet her at the door. Women to women, if they’re not friends, they’re strangers, and clearly, she liked Hong Qingyan a lot.

"Little sister, your brother had bought these in advance, so I just brought them along."

Ye Feng stayed silent; while it was true he bought gifts, not this many, and the excess would not have been his idea.

"Come in, sister-in-law, we’ve been waiting for you."

"And who are these two?"

Fu Shen turned his head to Ye Feng with an inquiring look; he clearly recognized that the two men were Ye Feng’s subordinates.

"They’re our own brothers, there’s no need to stand on ceremony. Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian."

Ye Feng briefly introduced them, one to his left and one to his right.

"Second Brother Fu, hello!"

"Little sister is really pretty!"

It was rare for Xiao Chuanqi, this cold fish, to say such a pleasant comment, which amused Fu Zi to no end.

"Why are you all standing outside? Come in and sit together."

Fu Shen called out warmly.

"Your Majesty, we’re not hungry."

A king is a king, and a general is a general; although they often ate together, without Ye Feng’s permission, they wouldn’t dare to just sit at the table.

"If you’re not hungry, then drink."

Ye Feng said lightly.

Right!

Sima Zhantian was the first one to not hold back. When it came to drinking prowess, who in the entire Northern Border Camp had he lost to? If today he could outdrink the king, it would be worth bragging about for a lifetime.

As night fell, one cup followed another under the slightly bright moonlight; it was just right.

The four men completely let loose, with Ye Feng and Fu Shen as one team, and Xiao Chuanqi with Sima Zhantian as the other. The two teams clashed in a show of their alcohol tolerance, leaving Fu Zi and Hong Qingyan utterly astounded.

As expected, once men started competing at the drinking table, women were out of the picture.

Looking at Sima Zhantian’s aggressive demeanor, it was clear that he intended, no matter what, to get the Ye brothers drunk today. Even Xiao Chuanqi had long adopted a "resigned to fate" expression. Such an opportunity to beat Ye Feng was rare; if he lost today, who knew when the next opportunity would come—maybe not until who knows when.

An hour later, the first to fall was Xiao Chuanqi, who clung to a bowl even in defeat, showcasing just how keen he had been to win over Ye Feng.

Xiao Chuanqi was first; Fu Shen was the second one down. Because Fu Shen often worked alongside Fu Zuoming, he had had many social drinking obligations and had developed a decent tolerance, but still couldn’t outlast someone with the natural capacity of a barrel like Sima Zhantian.

"King, I’ve never seen you drink before, why is your tolerance so high?"

Sima Zhantian’s head was spinning, and for a moment, he almost couldn’t help but suspect Ye Feng was cheating.

In the Northern Border Camp, whether it was for celebrations or memorials, Ye Feng always drank the least. As the Northern Border King, of course nobody dared to force him to drink, which is why not only Sima Zhantian, but all the men of the Northern Border thought Ye Feng had the worst alcohol tolerance.

But the reality was so cruel!

Looking at Xiao Chuanqi, who was completely passed out, Sima Zhantian finally found some comfort.

"Do I have to report to you when I drink?"

"There’s a place where everyone is a master, not just the men. Even the women can drink more than you."

Ye Feng was also quite drunk and was less cautious with his words. It had been a long time since he’d felt this happy.

He remembered the last time was when the old man took him to a village in the northwest. He went from house to house, drinking with each family. In the end, he finished drinking on the entire street without falling over. Back then, Ye Feng didn’t sway, but the old man beside him was the one to float away first.

"I don’t believe it, how could a woman outdrink me?"

"If there’s a woman in this world who can outdrink me, I, Sima Zhantian, won’t say a second word—I’ll marry her."

Sima Zhantian, old and full of vigor, still held his glass firmly. He wasn’t going to give up until the very end. Read new adventures at NovelBin.Côm

Really now?

As Ye Feng drank, he pondered. Should he take the time to return? Get a few spicy girls to come out and drink Sima Zhantian under the table, and solve his bachelor problem?

Finally, after who knows how many bowls later, Sima Zhantian lay on the table with a mournful expression. From now on, if anyone dared to call him a barrel, he would get angry.

You little rascal!

Looking at the few men who had all collapsed clearly and plainly, Ye Feng stood up with a laugh, shook off the alcohol from his body, and with one in each hand and another over his shoulder, tossed all three back onto their beds.

"Third Brother, I’ll clean up. Sister-in-law is still waiting for you,"

Fu Zi gave Ye Feng a meaningful glance, with a sneaky smile tugging at the corner of her eyes.

"Mm!"

Ye Feng nodded slightly.

"Humph, finally done drinking. Who won, hubby?"

This call of "hubby" made Ye Feng’s heart blossom with joy. He stood up and puffed out his chest, laughing as he said:

"Your hubby here came back standing. Who else could have won?"

The losers were now all lying on the beds.

"So amazing. Then why don’t you tell me what day it is today?"

Hong Qingyan smirked slyly.

What day?

Ye Feng suddenly sat at the table, deep in thought. It didn’t seem like today was any special day!

"You forgot, huh. Today’s your birthday."

Hong Qingyan stepped closer and said.

A birthday for an orphan like me?

No, that’s not right!

Ye Feng was about to object when he suddenly remembered something he had once said. He had told Hong Qingyan that the day Fu Zuoming took him away was set as his birthday because from that day on, he had a new life.

"You remembered that."

Ye Feng said, moved. Only then did he notice that Hong Qingyan was dressed somewhat differently from usual—she was wearing less.

"Of course I have to remember!"

"I don’t have anything nice to give you, Big Brother Ye, so I’m giving myself as a gift. Do you accept?"

Hong Qingyan lowered her head, her cheeks red as ripe apples.

"Accepted!"

Ye Feng felt the bloodline in his body surge. The next second, he picked up Hong Qingyan and they tumbled onto the bed together, their hearts colliding.

A night of warmth, a night of passion.