Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“Y-You b*stard!”

“You betrayed your own people, and now you're bullying us!”

“How dare you make us kneel before you!”

“Chu Yuan will never let you get away with this!”

Mount Chumen was filled with the Chus' curses and complaints.

Yet, because of Ye Fan's assertive voice that echoed throughout the place, the family was forced to

bend their knees reluctantly.

At that moment, they felt nothing but shame and anger.

All those outside the Chu residence had quickly headed to the place when they heard the commotion,

including the Tangs.

They had sent a large group of fighters to chase down the man after figuring out Ye Fan's identity.

As a result, a large number of warriors had already gathered outside the residence.

However, after discovering that the man was Chu Tianfan, the mighty fighter who had bested Chu

Zhengliang on Mount Chumen, none dared to challenge him.

The group simply cowered at the gate and watched the Chus suffer from afar.

That could not be helped since Ye Fan was too powerful, and none of them wished to die, certainly not

for the Chus.

On top of that, they thought it was best for outsiders like them to stay out of the Chus' business.

Naturally, with so many people looking at them, the Chus felt even more humiliated.

They had always been well-respected because of the Chu Sect.

However, because of Ye Fan, they had been forced to get on their knees.

Never had the family been so humiliated since the day they established their clan.

In order to save face, Chu Shen and the others had no choice but to keep cursing and threatening the

man.

Ye Fan knew there was only one way to deal with those who remained stubborn in the face of death—a

good smacking!

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The man started smacking the Chus like a madman.

Whoever was the loudest would be sent flying the farthest.

Chu Shen and a few other Chus ended up with swollen faces and mouths full of broken teeth.

There was blood all over the place.

After the violent smacking, the Chu residence quickly fell silent.

Every member of the family kept their heads down timidly and dared not utter another word.

Looking at the Chus, Ye Fan approached them with however much he could remember about them.

The first person he went to was Chu Shen.

At that point, the elderly man was already severely injured. All he could do was lie on the ground and

turn his bloodied face toward Ye Fan, who sat down beside him.

“This could've been avoided, Grandpa Shen. I didn't want to get physical, you know? After all, those

who can actually fight aren't among you now. If anything, you're just making me look like a bully. I didn't

appreciate what you lot said just now, though. Your words reminded me of what happened when I was

little. Do you remember how I sneaked into your room for the cake? After you caught me, you had me

beaten until my skin was torn apart. You called me a bastard and said that I shouldn't be living under

the same roof as you. You even made it clear that you'd rather feed the cake to the dogs than me. To

you, I was less than a mutt. Grandpa Shen, I wonder if you've ever thought you'd see this day. Have

you ever expected that you'd end up this way?” Ye Fan simply sat there as he casually talked about the

past.

Chu Shen, whose face had already turned bright red, remained silent while Ye Fan continued to

humiliate him.

“And you! I remember you. I should call you Aunt, right? Back when I was still living at the Chu

residence with my mother, your room wasn't far from ours. I remember you had a large Tibetan mastiff.

You always deliberately let the dog out so it could attack us because that was fun for you. Once, I got a

chicken drumstick from Angie and went home with it. You let the dog out, and it immediately came after

me. As soon as my mother saw that, she pulled me into her arms and shielded me with her body, so

the dog started tearing the flesh off her back. Even now, her back is still covered with scars. It's been

so many years since. I wonder if that dog of yours is still around, Aunt,” uttered Ye Fan calmly with a

smile.

He did not remember much about his childhood, but there were certain incidents and people that he

would never forget.

“D*mn you, woman!”

“What a ruthless b*tch!”

“Who lets a dog out to attack people for fun?”

“Maniac!”

“Master was just a child then. He had no one but his mother, yet you had no problem bullying someone

like that!”

Unlike Ye Fan, Gaius and the others were furious when they heard what had been done to the Dragon

Master. Tibetan mastiffs are ferocious dogs that are usually larger than wolves. How is letting a dog like

that attack someone just for fun any different from murder?

Enraged, Gaius and his companions stepped forward and kicked the woman to teach her a lesson.

They also suggested throwing her into a cage full of tigers so she would know what it was like to have

her flesh torn off.

“Forget it. That was years ago. I just want to talk to them about the past. If I were anything like them,

they'd all be dead by now.” Ye Fan gestured for the others to back off, for he was not there for revenge.

When one's at the top, many things become trivial. I couldn't care less about petty squabbles.

Just like that, Ye Fan continued to talk to the Chus he knew while the others remained kneeling.

Then, he walked around alone inside the manor and visited the place where he and his mother had

used to stay before paying his respects to Chu Yunyang.

At first, Ye Fan thought the cabin where he and his mother had used to live was already gone.

However, when he looked for the cabin, he was surprised to find it exactly where it used to be all those

years ago.

Unexpectedly, the cabin was not covered in dust nor surrounded by weeds.

It was as if someone had been staying there and keeping it clean and tidy.

Feeling curious, Ye Fan opened the door to enter the cabin and was immediately stunned when he saw

what it was like inside. The furnishings and items in the cabin were kept exactly the way he

remembered.

Everything from his scribbling on the wall and his mother's cross stitches to his notebooks on the table

remained where they were years ago.

At that moment, Ye Fan froze in place like a statue.

He felt as though he had traveled back in time and returned to his childhood.

Everything around him was so familiar that it was hard to believe he and his mother had left that place.

“How is this possible? How is it that nothing changed here? Even if nobody had stepped inside, this

place would've been covered in dust and cobwebs. Somebody must've been keeping it clean. Could it

be Han?”

Ye Fan suspected that it was the butler but then changed his mind. Han's been hiding from the Chus. A

careful man like him will never risk exposing his identity to do this. Since nobody else has any reason

to do this, there's only one explanation. Chu Zhenghong is the one who's been cleaning the cabin and

ensuring it stays the way it is!

With that thought in mind, Ye Fan suddenly shuddered.

As though something inside of him had cracked open, the man's eyes began to well up.

At that point, the hate he had bottled up deep inside dissipated almost entirely. It seems that Chu

Zhenghong cares about Mother and me after all. Everyone expresses love in their own way, so maybe

this is his way of doing it. Still, why didn't he look for us in the past ten years? Why didn't he do

anything when Mother and I suffered back then?

Ye Fan had a lot of questions but no answers.

The man then stayed in the cabin and drank some wine until sunset before leaving the place filled with

memories of him and his mother.

With the wine bottle in hand, Ye Fan climbed to the top of Mount Chumen, where the air was cold and

the wind unforgiving.

Still clinging to life, Chu Zhengliang remained where Ye Fan had left him.