My Son-in-law Is A War God
Chapter 1360 - 1361: Strike When It’s Time!

Chapter 1360: Chapter 1361: Strike When It’s Time!

In the back seat of the car were two young men, one was Shang Teng, while the other was somewhat unfamiliar. The driver was Qu Sheng.

Although Qu Sheng also bore the surname Qu, he had no relation to the Qu Family—just a coincidence.

In front of Shang Teng, he could only act as a chauffeur.

After all, Shang Teng was the most favored grandson of Shang Luoying, the eldest grandson of the direct line.

Qu Sheng himself was just an outsider grandson at best.

The other person sitting in the back seat was also surnamed Qu, but he was actually a legitimate grandson of Qu Hongbo, and no older than thirty now.

"Young Master Qu, this is just a token of my appreciation. If you can help me accomplish this task, I’ll double the reward afterward."

Shang Teng handed over a document—it was a contract.

That contract represented shares of the Dashang Group.

The Dashang Group was a company owned by the Shang Family in Tonghua City.

The company’s chairman was none other than Old Madam Shang Luoying.

The general manager was Shang Teng’s father, Shang Minghui; Shang Teng himself served as the administrative manager.

It was a typical family-run business.

The management structure was entirely comprised of family members.

Businesses like this often found success during their startup phases, yet decline slowly followed.

For instance, individuals like Shang Teng, who were nothing but disgraceful descendants.

To achieve his own goals, Shang Teng had outright handed over five percent of Dashang Group’s non-voting shares to the Qu Family. Such behavior was utterly insane.

Unlike regular stocks held by retail investors, transferred shares were incredibly challenging to recover once lost.

"You’re truly a prodigal, but I like it."

Qu Zhenye grinned as he spoke.

Being the son of the Qu Family’s second-born.

He had been influenced by his father since childhood, excelling particularly in business dealings.

Equity shares were precisely what he adored most.

Although his father’s business was quite successful, that money didn’t belong to him. Moreover, the Qu Family’s rules were notoriously strict. While his allowance was substantial, it still couldn’t compete with others.

How could Qu Zhenye tolerate this? Naturally, he sought ways to amass his own fortune.

Individuals like Shang Teng, who squandered their family wealth, were precisely the kind he favored most.

With just a tap into his connections, he could effortlessly exchange a bit of effort for heaps of money. How could this not delight him?

At this moment, in front of the Qu Family’s great mansion gate, someone was greeting the guests coming and going.

However, his eyes kept glancing into the distance, as if waiting for someone.

The man was none other than Qu Hongbo’s third son’s child, Qu Zhenjun.

Under his father’s guidance, Qu Zhenjun trained in martial arts from a young age, eventually earning a place in the Yama Hall. He now served in Black Street City’s Yama Hall and held the rank of a mid-level captain.

His position was far from low.

Since he entered through his own abilities, he felt no need to fear any idle talk from others.

"Young Master Jun, who are you waiting for? You might as well write your affection directly on your face!"

The speaker was Bai Duo’er.

Given the occasion, the Bai Group had naturally sent representatives, so both Bai Duo’er and Jun Moxie were present.

"Ah, it’s President Bai."

Qu Zhenjun greeted her with a slight bow. While the Bai Group didn’t intimidate the Qu Family, they also didn’t intend to slight them.

"President Bai, you might not know this, but our esteemed Young Master Jun here has a bit of a soft spot for Chairman Jiang Meng of the Xinmeng Group."

Beside them, Qu Zhenjun’s father, Qu Nantian, added with a chuckle.

"Father, you’re teasing me, but weren’t you always overly fond of Shang Family’s Shang Qingcheng? Never mind that she’s already married."

Qu Zhenjun showed no restraint, immediately rebuking his father.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Qu Nantian’s expression darkened, tinged with embarrassment.

Fortunately, he was a widower since his wife had passed long ago, sparing him any further awkwardness.

"Heh."

Bai Duo’er dryly laughed. This father-and-son pair truly had no sense of propriety—one had set his sights on Xiao Chen’s wife, while the other longed for Xiao Chen’s mother.

Utterly marvelous.

Just then, two cars arrived almost simultaneously at the Qu Family’s Great Mansion Gate.

Both were futuristic sedans manufactured by the Xinmeng Group.

One was white, the other red.

From the white car stepped Xiao Chen and Shang Qingcheng.

From the red car, Jiang Meng and Ren Jing emerged.

"Honey!"

"Dear!"

Xiao Chen and Jiang Meng were momentarily stunned, then both smiled.

"Since we all arrived together, might as well head in together."

Xiao Chen said.

At this moment, Qu Nantian and Qu Zhenjun were both somewhat dazed as their gazes fell on the arrivals.

Despite nearing fifty, Shang Qingcheng was radiant, her refined attire adding to her natural elegance, making her glow with a beauty that even stars couldn’t compete with.

Jiang Meng’s youth brimmed with vitality, her exquisite face and meticulously chosen attire making her look just like a fairy stepping out of a painting.

It was only natural that they were utterly astonished.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, thinking to himself that these two were perhaps fools, staring so blatantly at the women. Were these women not beautiful? Sure, but did they need such an obvious reaction?

He stepped forward and positioned himself in front of the two women.

Only then did Qu Nantian and Qu Zhenjun snap out of their daze.

Qu Zhenjun stared at Xiao Chen, unexpectedly feeling a tinge of inferiority.

Xiao Chen was dressed in ordinary sportswear.

Yet the aura he exuded was unmatched, leaving even Qu Zhenjun feeling dwarfed in comparison.

"I suppose this must be Xiao Chen, the live-in son-in-law of the Xinmeng Group."

Qu Zhenjun deliberately remarked.

"Live-in son-in-law" carried a less-than-dignified connotation.

In ancient times, such a role entailed a tragic existence, essentially reducing the man to a tool for producing heirs.

Even in the modern age, the status was often seen as lowly.

Particularly among these grand families, a live-in son-in-law was sometimes regarded as even lower than the lowest servant.

"Indeed, he’s that son-in-law. Moreover, he’s nothing more than a wild young pup Shang Qingcheng picked up off the streets."

At this moment, an abrasive voice chimed in.

The speaker was none other than Qu Sheng.

Who knew what was wrong with this man; he bore no real grudge against Xiao Chen, yet constantly opposed him solely to curry favor with Chang Ziru.

The extent of his hostility was frankly baffling.

"Zhenjun, Third Uncle!"

Qu Zhenye approached, cupping his hands as a greeting toward Qu Nantian and Qu Zhenjun.

While the second generation of the Qu Family maintained decent relations, the third generation’s bonds seemed somewhat tenuous.

Qu Zhenjun responded with only a perfunctory nod of acknowledgment.

He then turned his attention back to Xiao Chen.

At that moment, Xiao Chen’s peculiar aura seemed to vanish in an instant.

In his eyes, Xiao Chen suddenly appeared like a phoenix stripped bare of its feathers.

Meanwhile, Qu Sheng appeared far from finished with his antagonizing remarks, continuing, "Oh, Zhenjun, you don’t know this, but this guy used to be nothing more than a reckless driver. Somehow, he managed to fool Chairman Jiang Meng into marrying him and joining the Jiang Family.

Later, the Jiang Family in Linhai met its downfall, and I suspect this guy might’ve played some underhanded role.

Chairman Jiang probably had no choice but to endure living with him for so many years."

"Slap!"

Before Qu Sheng could finish his sentence, a loud slap sent him flying, landing on the ground like a dog.

He hadn’t expected Xiao Chen to strike so abruptly.

Nor did Xiao Chen care that this was the Qu Family’s territory.

Xiao Chen showed no regard for the Qu Family whatsoever.

"You! You dare hit me?"

Qu Sheng’s face swelled up, his anger nearly driving him mad.

He assumed Xiao Chen wouldn’t dare lay a finger on him here. Yet, clearly, Xiao Chen couldn’t care less about figures like Qu Hongbo or Elder Qu.

The only reason he came here at all was for his mother’s sake.