My Son-in-law Is A War God
Chapter 989 - 990: A Bowl of Tofu Pudding

Chapter 989: Chapter 990: A Bowl of Tofu Pudding

Though they had entered the Capital City, the true core of the Capital City was actually the Imperial Capital.

The Capital City was not just a city, but a vast jurisdiction.

At a small stall in the suburbs of the Capital City.

Xiao Chen sat there, ordered a serving of tofu pudding and a few buns, and began to eat.

Before long, a woman appeared.

"Another tofu pudding and four meat buns, make the tofu pudding extra spicy,"

Xiao Chen said to the Boss.

The woman sat down.

"Leng Yue, do you know, Ye Menghua went to Jincheng to see my wife!"

Xiao Chen looked up and said.

Xiao Chen’s expression did not change, but Leng Yue felt a terrifying chill, as if the air around them had frozen.

This terrible murderous intent, Leng Yue had not felt from Xiao Chen for a long time.

"I have failed in my duty!"

Leng Yue quickly stood up and said.

"Sit down!"

Xiao Chen said.

Leng Yue’s body trembled as she sat back down.

"I don’t want the same thing to happen a second time. Of course, I don’t blame you for this incident, since you were indeed in the Capital Prefecture."

Xiao Chen looked at Leng Yue, "After dinner, go back, warn Ye Menghua for me, let her suffer a bit. Tell her if she dares to touch Jiang Meng again, I will kill her.

Also, remind Ye Jianguo that if he can’t control his daughter, I’ll handle her for him!"

"What about Qiu Long?"

Leng Yue asked.

"Qiu Long is a minor problem."

Xiao Chen said, "He will become the first sacrifice for Xinmeng Group’s entry into Jincheng, and Xifeng Group will soon collapse."

"Yes!"

Leng Yue believed in Xiao Chen’s words.

If Xiao Chen said Xifeng Group would collapse, then Xifeng Group would definitely collapse.

"By the way, what’s the latest from the top Aristocratic Clans, including the Shang Clan?"

Xiao Chen asked.

Leng Yue replied, "Well, there hasn’t been any special action, it seems like every Family Clan is waiting for something."

"Okay, it’s normal for top Aristocratic Clans to not want to change the status quo, because the risk of change is too great."

Xiao Chen smiled, "Okay, I’m leaving. Don’t forget what I told you, continue to monitor the top ten Aristocratic Clans, but make my wife’s safety the top priority.

Even if it means losing some benefits, it doesn’t matter."

"I understand,"

Leng Yue nodded, "Oh, and one more thing, recently it seems someone has been investigating the incident involving the Xiao Family in Linhai from years ago, but it’s unclear exactly who.

However, that incident happened so long ago, Boss, you were just a child at that time.

Why would they investigate that matter?"

"Heh, it seems that besides me, someone else is interested in that past incident."

Xiao Chen laughed, "Keep an eye on it, see who exactly is looking into it. Honestly, even though my father now knows I am the War God, he still refuses to tell me what happened back then.

I guess, the matter involved might be tricky even for me, the Dragon Country War God, or might pose a danger."

"Uncle is just worried about you, there isn’t a problem in the world that Boss can’t solve."

Leng Yue smiled.

"Alright, eat up, then head back!"

Leng Yue finished her bowl of tofu pudding, left the money, and then walked into the crowd, soon driving away.

Xiao Chen looked at the money on the table and couldn’t help but smile.

When he first met Leng Yue, it was also while eating tofu pudding.

Leng Yue looked at him with those pitiful eyes, just for a bowl of tofu pudding.

Xiao Chen treated her to a meal.

After that, the two did not see each other for three years.

It wasn’t until later, when Xiao Chen was founding the Jianghu Teahouse based on the intelligence organization of Mo Sect, that Leng Yue reappeared.

By that time, Leng Yue had completely changed from three years earlier.

Xiao Chen appointed her as the first Tea Master of the Jianghu Teahouse, and she had been in that role ever since.

Even though Jianghu Teahouse had grown worldwide, Leng Yue was still the main Tea Master.

The chief person in charge.

He regretted being too harsh on Leng Yue earlier.

"Next time I see her, I must apologize to her!"

Xiao Chen smiled, turned around, and left.

Qiu Long moved into a new office.

Once, he was just a marketing manager at Xifeng Group.

But now, he was the president.

He controlled the entire group.

Even though the Xifeng Group wasn’t completely controlled by the Qiu Family, being president felt different.

In just one day, he had grasped the higher-ups of Xifeng Group.

These people were mostly his old colleagues from when he was a marketing manager, all promoted by his father.

They were completely trustworthy.

At least, for now.

After all, trust can change due to interests and other reasons, no one can be sure they will remain loyal forever.

Qiu Long sat in his office, perusing Xifeng Group’s documents, frowning from time to time.

The Xifeng Group was supposed to be their family’s asset, yet half of its profits had to be given to the Hao League every year.

It pained his heart.

"The Hao League, huh? Sooner or later, my Qiu family will also become an aristocratic family, and the Hao League will be controlled by us!"

Though he knew it wouldn’t be easy, he had to try.

At that moment in the Great Northwest, at Yanzi Sect,

Lin Fengyun’s brows were tightly furrowed.

Because a guest had arrived at Yanzi Sect, the last person he wanted to see.

The guest was waiting in the teahouse.

Lin Fengyun sighed deeply.

Why did it have to be like this.

He gritted his teeth and finally walked to the teahouse alone.

Outside the teahouse stood a person who seemed like a statue.

Oozing a terrifying aura.

"Who are you?"

The man asked.

"This is my home, who do you think I am?"

Lin Fengyun glanced coldly at the man, his home and yet this person seemed even more arrogant than him?

"Step back, you are no match for him!"

In the teahouse, a person with their back to Lin Fengyun spoke to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard frowned but stepped away.

Lin Fengyun, the Yanzi Sect Master, was no joke.

"What do you want from me? I’ve already retired!"

Lin Fengyun did not enter, but still stood outside the teahouse, saying coldly, "In the Hades Organization, I am senior to you. You shouldn’t have harmed my brother!"

"Harmed? No, no, no, Lin Fengsha joined willingly, and he even said he would use Yanzi Sect to prove himself."

The person inside the pavilion said lightly.

"Do you believe I will kill you?"

Lin Fengyun’s voice grew colder.

"You won’t, because you know you are no match for me!"

The person in the pavilion continued.

Lin Fengyun clenched his fists, his body twitched from rage and frustration.

Eventually, he released his hands.

He sighed.

He indeed was no match for Wang; he didn’t even know what sort of person Wang was.

"You are smarter than many."

The person in the pavilion laughed, "I heard you stepped down? Who is Liu Hong?"

"That is Yanzi Sect’s business, and none of your concern."

Lin Fengyun said.

"Is that so? Do you believe that Yanzi Sect will be gone today?"

The person in the pavilion kept speaking calmly, but the content of their words was terrifying.