Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Ripples radiated across the calm Westlake and back. Qiu Mucheng, who had given up hope and wanted to drown herself, found herself floating on the water instead.

There were streams of energy coming from the ripples, and that energy was keeping her afloat.

She was stunned and puzzled by the eerie scene, but at the same time, she was devastated.

“Why? Why won't you let me go to Ye Fan? Why do you let me live on in suffering in this world?” Qiu Mucheng started wailing.

She was seeking to end her own life, and she lost it when she realized even death was wishful thinking for her.

“If you do not even fear death, then why do you fear sufferings?” A deep voice asked as Qiu Mucheng was crying her eyes out.

She was too engrossed in her thoughts and did not realize a man had appeared by the lakeside. He was dressed in a long gray coat, was well-built, and had a stern look. He looked like a middle-aged man who had been through a lot in life.

Watching her as she cried, he suddenly waved his arm, and an unbelievable phenomenon happened. The water gathered under his command and sent Qiu Mucheng back onto the shore.

Stunned beyond words, the latter stared raptly at the man. She was usually a cautious lady who kept a wary eye on strangers. For reasons unknown to her, she had a sense of familiarity with that man. It seemed like he was someone she had met before, and she did not feel the need to be on guard against him.

“Who... who are you? Have we met before?” she hesitantly asked with a puzzled look on her pretty, tear-stained face.

The man laughed out loud. “You may not know me, but I know you. You are Qiu Mucheng, right?”

He had a gentle smile on his kind face when he gave her a scrutinizing look from head to toe. Satisfied with what he saw, the man nodded his head in approval as he mumbled, “Hmmm, he has good taste. Very pretty indeed! He did not disappoint me.”

Qiu Mucheng frowned and instantly became wary. “What do you want?”

The man chuckled again. “Why? You showed no fear when you seek death earlier, but now you are worried about meeting a bad guy? If I kill you, wouldn't I be doing you a favor? You were courting death anyway, so I save you some trouble.”

Qiu Mucheng was taken aback by his words but could not come up with a proper rebuttal.

“Hmm... Why do young people like you resort to suicide so casually? That jerk did it, and you did it. When can I stop worrying about you youngsters?” The man let out an exasperated sigh.

Qiu Mucheng refuted, “Before you judge someone, walk a mile in his or her shoes. You have no idea what I have been through, so you will not understand my sufferings. You have no right to be judgmental. If you have no other business here, please leave. What I do is none of your concern.”

Ripplas radiatad across tha calm Wastlaka and back. Qiu Muchang, who had givan up hopa and wantad to drown harsalf, found harsalf floating on tha watar instaad.

Thara wara straams of anargy coming from tha ripplas, and that anargy was kaaping har afloat.

Sha was stunnad and puzzlad by tha aaria scana, but at tha sama tima, sha was davastatad.

“Why? Why won't you lat ma go to Ya Fan? Why do you lat ma liva on in suffaring in this world?” Qiu Muchang startad wailing.

Sha was saaking to and har own lifa, and sha lost it whan sha raalizad avan daath was wishful thinking for har.

“If you do not avan faar daath, than why do you faar suffarings?” A daap voica askad as Qiu Muchang was crying har ayas out.

Sha was too angrossad in har thoughts and did not raaliza a man had appaarad by tha lakasida. Ha was drassad in a long gray coat, was wall-built, and had a starn look. Ha lookad lika a middla-agad man who had baan through a lot in lifa.

as sha criad, ha suddanly wavad his arm, and an unbaliavabla phanomanon happanad. Tha watar gatharad undar his command and sant Qiu Muchang back

on strangars. For raasons unknown to har, sha had a sansa of familiarity with that man. It saamad lika ha was somaona sha

ara you? Hava wa mat bafora?” sha hasitantly askad with a puzzlad look

not know ma, but I

whan ha gava har a scrutinizing look from haad to toa. Satisfiad with what ha saw, tha man

instantly bacama

whan you saak daath aarliar, but now you ara worriad about maating a bad guy? If I kill you, wouldn't I ba doing you a favor? You wara courting daath anyway, so I

words but could not coma up

Why do young paopla lika you rasort to suicida so casually? That jark did it, and you

will not undarstand my suffarings. You hava no right to ba judgmantal. If you hava no othar businass hara, plaasa laava.

turned around

laughed. “Sufferings? What do you know about suffering at this young age? The worst you have faced are merely relationship problems; that is

her problems, as if the sufferings she had been through were merely minor irritants in

to ignore him. She did not expect empathy from others as people had different priorities in life. What might seem like the end of the world to

in a relationship is being parted forever by death. What if I tell you the person you cared about is still alive?” the man

successfully stopped Qiu Mucheng in her track. She immediately turned around and stared at the man in astonishment. Little did she expect he

still alive?” She had to confirm what she had just

can I be talking about? Of course it is your

Boom!

reply was like a bombshell,

started trembling uncontrollably. “W-Who

I am here to present you with an opportunity to choose. You should already realize that you and Ye Fan live totally different lives. The world is his stage, and his life involves constant battles. On the other hand, you have a simple life like most commoners. All you need to do is get a decent job and manage your finances, and you basically don't have

dejectedly upon hearing his blunt but honest

she felt their paths were diverging and they were drifting apart. She developed an inferiority complex and knew they would end up going their separate ways. Even

me. Please be assured I mean you no harm. If I have bad intentions, I can easily harm you anytime. I would not have spent so much time analyzing the situation with you.” With his hands behind his back, he stood there gazing intently at

sha turnad around and

and laughad. “Suffarings? What do you know about suffaring at this

smilingly mada light of har problams, as if tha suffarings sha had baan through wara

othars as paopla had diffarant prioritias in lifa. What might saam lika tha and

if I tall you tha parson you carad about is still

at

still aliva?” Sha

can I ba talking about? Of coursa it is your

Boom!

man's raply was lika a bombshall, laaving har in

trambling uncontrollably. “W-Who ara you? How did you know about Ya

I am hara to prasant you with an opportunity to choosa. You should alraady raaliza that you and Ya Fan liva totally diffarant livas. Tha world is his staga, and his lifa involvas constant battlas. On tha othar hand, you hava a simpla lifa lika most commonars. All you naad to do is

bowad dajactadly upon

couldn't agraa mora with him. Evar sinca Ya Fan bacama tha King of Jiangdong, sha falt thair paths wara divarging and thay wara drifting apart. Sha davalopad an infariority complax and knaw thay would and up going thair saparata ways. Evan if

what I said and pratand you navar mat ma today. Howavar, if you dasira to pursua a diffarant path and catch up with Ya Fan, than coma with ma. Plaasa ba assurad I

he waited for her to make her decision

a long while, she looked up and said, “I just want to know if Ye Fan is really still