Days of Living with My Sister-in-Law-Chapter 40 He’s So Handsome

BOOM!

The revelation hit the Luo grandfather and granddaughter like a bombshell. Luo Qingcheng’s pretty face turned deathly pale.

Angrily, she demanded, "Jiang Feng! Did you steal my grandfather’s medicine?"

"You’re right, Miss Luo. Originally, I just wanted to sneak away with the Old Master’s medicine so he could die painlessly," Jiang Feng admitted without hesitation. "But I didn’t expect Chen Xiaobei to pop up out of nowhere! I had no choice but to change my plan."

"You bastard!" Luo Qingcheng fumed. "Hasn’t our Luo Family treated you well over the years? Your house, your car... which of those didn’t we give you? How could you do something like this?"

Jiang Feng sneered. "Miss Luo, as the saying goes, ’a man climbs to higher ground, just as water flows to lower ground.’ The Luo Family did indeed treat me well, but what others offered me was far more. It was an amount I simply couldn’t refuse. So, I truly am sorry!"

"You—" Luo Qingcheng bit her lip, her beautiful face etched with despair as she looked at the men in black outside.

At that moment, Luo Wentian spoke up. "Jiang Feng! Your employer only wants my life. This has nothing to do with Qingcheng. Let her and Mr. Chen go. As for me, do what you will."

Jiang Feng laughed. "Old Master, as the old saying goes, ’if you don’t pull out the roots when you weed, the grass will grow back with the spring wind.’ I, Jiang Feng, am no fool. Why would I let my enemies walk away? Besides, my employer never told me to spare the Young Miss. He just said I didn’t have to kill her!"

"Jiang Feng! You bastard!" Luo Qingcheng, her face ashen, demanded, "Tell me the truth, did Li Maowen put you up to this? Whatever he paid you, I’ll double it! Just let my grandfather and me go!"

Jiang Feng shook his head. "Miss Luo, I may love money, but I have my principles. If I go back on my word now, how could I ever make a living in this business again? Alright, enough talk. You should say your goodbyes to your grandfather!"

"How could this be happening?" Luo Qingcheng fell deeper into despair.

Just then, the Bentley’s door was wrenched open and she was dragged out.

"Bastards! Don’t touch me! Help!" Luo Qingcheng struggled and screamed desperately.

But there was not another soul in sight, and her cries for help were completely futile.

Suddenly, "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!"

Chen Xiaobei got out of the car, scratching his head. "Jiang Feng, is it? I don’t think we need to make things so hostile. Since Miss Luo is offering double the price, why not just take the money and let them go? It’s not like your employer is a good guy, so why bother honoring some contract with him?"

"Shut your mouth, you punk!" Jiang Feng roared. "If it weren’t for you, I would’ve finished my mission long ago! You’re nothing but a shit-stirrer! But I guess it’s your bad luck getting dragged into this. Today will be the day you die!"

"Jiang Feng!" Luo Wentian cried out. "This has nothing to do with Mr. Chen! For the sake of the many years we’ve known each other, can’t you let him go?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Feng’s face was dripping with mockery.

In that instant, utter despair washed over Luo Wentian, and a trace of guilt appeared on Luo Qingcheng’s face. After all, Chen Xiaobei had saved her grandfather, and he had saved her once, too. Who could have imagined they would be the cause of his doom?

At that moment, Luo Qingcheng desperately wanted to grab Chen Xiaobei’s hand and offer him a sincere apology. But before she could speak, his next words almost made her die of anger.

"Jiang Feng, how much did your employer pay you? Since I’m about to die anyway, you might as well tell me, right?"

Jiang Feng frowned. "Ten million!"

"Oh..." A look of understanding dawned on Chen Xiaobei’s face. He turned to Luo Qingcheng. "Miss Luo, didn’t you just say you’d double the price if Jiang Feng let you go? We’re old acquaintances, so I won’t ask for much. Just give me ten million, and I’ll take care of this for you. How about it?"

"What?" Luo Qingcheng’s jaw dropped, and she stood there, completely petrified.

Her entire net worth was just a little over ten million. Where was she supposed to find ten million in cash? Besides, wasn’t Chen Xiaobei being absolutely shameless?

You’ve already kissed me! Can’t you show some decency for our past connection and save me first before talking about money? Look at that smug, arrogant expression on your face. Jiang Feng is a Third Grade Mysterious Rank Martial Artist! You’re just a little farmer who knows a bit of medicine. How could you possibly be a match for him?

Luo Qingcheng was both furious and frantic, but she had no other choice. Chen Xiaobei was her only lifeline.

"Fine!" she said through gritted teeth. "Chen Xiaobei, if you can save my grandfather and me, I’ll give you ten million!"

"Deal!" Chen Xiaobei was beaming. He had barely gotten used to being a millionaire, and now he was about to become a ten-millionaire. Today really is my lucky day!

With that, Chen Xiaobei rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Jiang Feng.

"Kid! I’m a Third Grade Mysterious Rank Martial Artist! I was just going to kill you with a single slash and be done with it," Jiang Feng sneered. "But I didn’t expect you to be such a show-off. In that case, I’ll just have to slice your flesh off piece by piece and throw you in the river to feed the fish!"

Chen Xiaobei yawned. "Cut the crap. If you’re going to make a move, then hurry up. I hate guys like you who love to run your mouth before a fight. In the end, don’t you all get your asses kicked by me anyway?"

"You’re courting death!" Jiang Feng was utterly enraged.

He gripped his dagger in a reverse hold and lunged at Chen Xiaobei like a gust of wind. His speed was incredible, nothing like that amateur Zhao Erhu from the other day.

But in Chen Xiaobei’s eyes, it was nothing special. Full of openings, and slow as hell.

"Mr. Chen, be careful!" Luo Wentian’s heart leaped into his throat. Jiang Feng’s martial arts might not come from a famous school, but he was no ordinary country bumpkin.

But in the next instant, Luo Wentian was completely dumbfounded.

He watched as Chen Xiaobei grabbed Jiang Feng’s wrist and gave it a sharp twist.

CRACK!

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Jiang Feng shrieked in agony.

Before the scream could even die out, Chen Xiaobei swung him into the air.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He slammed Jiang Feng against the ground on both sides, leaving him completely crippled.

As for the dozen or so ordinary thugs, they saw their leader get taken down and immediately turned to flee.

But since Chen Xiaobei had been paid, he had to do a thorough job.

Under the stunned gazes of the Luo grandfather and granddaughter, Chen Xiaobei shot forward like an untethered wild horse, swiftly catching up to the thugs. A punch here, a kick there, and in less than two minutes, all dozen of them were beaten and sprawled on the ground.

Meanwhile, Chen Xiaobei stood there, not even breathing heavily, without a single speck of dust on his clothes.

"Ninth Grade Mysterious Rank! He must be at least a Ninth Grade Mysterious Rank Martial Artist!" Luo Wentian was utterly stunned, his face a mask of awe.

Luo Qingcheng was even more speechless. She had sunk into complete despair, never imagining that things could turn around so dramatically. Not only had Chen Xiaobei saved them, but he had done it with such ease. That was a Third Grade Mysterious Rank Martial Artist, taken down so easily? Could it be that Chen Xiaobei was truly some reclusive master hiding in the mountains?

He... he looked so handsome when he was fighting just now! Luo Qingcheng found herself thinking, her opinion of Chen Xiaobei changing drastically.

But in the next second, Chen Xiaobei’s words nearly made her choke.

"Miss Luo, the job’s done. Shouldn’t we settle the bill now?" The shameless creditor Chen Xiaobei extended his hand...