The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 82: Return

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Return

Long Chen rose from his bed and bid farewell to many people in the Dragon Palace, including his master.

Yet he did not see Long’er and, in his heart, he felt a touch of melancholy.

He knew that Long’er definitely did not want to see him leave, so had made excuses to hide away.

"Young man, remember your promise, take good care of Long’er. Also, even though you’re returning to the big city, you still have many tasks you need to undertake. Understand?"

The old Hall Master spoke with sincere gravity.

"I understand."

"Then, go."

The Hall Master turned away, waving his hand.

"Old man, take care of yourself."

Long Chen, taking Unrivaled with him, boarded the Zhan machine that had been waiting for him.

...

One day later, in Qianzhou.

Zhao Churan left her company after work as usual.

"Churan, a new hot pot restaurant has opened over there. It’s getting cold, how about we go and have a meal together? My treat."

A refined young man greeted her as soon as Zhao Churan walked out.

Passersby all cast envious glances their way.

"Isn’t that the young master of Chengfeng Group? So handsome."

"Chengfeng’s Prince, Wu Yuan, has been chasing Director Zhao for a long time, hasn’t he?"

"If he were chasing me, I would agree immediately. Director Zhao is so lucky."

Many young women whispered among themselves as they walked away.

Zhao Churan glanced at Wu Yuan and smiled, "I’m sorry, I’m not available today."

"No problem, may I invite you out again tomorrow?" Wu Yuan laughed lightly, seemingly not at all upset.

Zhao Churan frowned and said, "Wu Yuan, if you are intending to court me, then you might as well save your time because I will never like you. I have a boyfriend."

"Hehe, Churan, you’re joking with me." Wu Yuan smiled: "Your boyfriend has disappeared for three years. There are only two possibilities for not coming back for three years. One, he died out there; two, he abandoned you. So, Churan, you shouldn’t wait for him foolishly, it’s not worth it. Even if you do not agree to date me, waiting like this is pointless."

"This is my business. Also, he won’t abandon me, nor will he die. If you spout nonsense again, I will fall out with you."

Zhao Churan’s mood became somewhat agitated.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yuan was not perturbed at all: "Churan, think about it, how can a normal person just disappear for three years without a single word? The most likely scenario is..."

"Get lost."

Zhao Churan said loudly, her eyes suddenly reddening.

For these three years, Long Chen had been her only weakness.

Numerous people advised her to stop waiting.

Yet, if anyone dared to say it to her face, Zhao Churan would certainly fall out with them.

No one was an exception!

"Churan, don’t be angry. I think realistically, that person isn’t worth waiting for. Give up."

Wu Yuan spoke with a serious expression.

"You get lost, starting from now..."

"Don’t be angry."

A gentle voice suddenly came from behind Zhao Churan.

Then, Zhao Churan found herself enveloped in an embrace.

However, Zhao Churan did not struggle, but her tears immediately began to flow.

"Who are you? Let her go."

Wu Yuan shouted.

"Not only will I hug her, but I will also kiss her."

The man who held Zhao Churan slowly turned her face towards himself.

Undoubtedly, this man was Long Chen.

But just as Long Chen was about to kiss Zhao Churan, she actively wrapped her arms around Long Chen’s neck and fiercely bit his neck.

Wu Yuan, seeing this scene, exploded with rage.

"I don’t care who you are, today, I will not let you go."

Wu Yuan raised his fist and smashed it towards Long Chen, completely losing control.

However, Long Chen did not even turn his head to look at Wu Yuan. As Wu Yuan’s fist came close, Wu Yuan himself was sent flying backwards.

"Roll as far away as you can before I lose my temper."

Long Chen’s indifferent voice sounded.

Wu Yuan was shocked in his heart; he very clearly had not touched Long Chen, and Long Chen had not struck out.

It felt as though he had punched a spring wall and the spring had catapulted him back.

This made Wu Yuan immediately convinced that this man was no ordinary person.

"You... you wait."

Wu Yuan turned around and fled awkwardly.

Long Chen completely ignored Wu Yuan and gently cradled Zhao Churan’s fair face, with a thousand words choked up in his heart.

Zhao Churan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seemed unable to speak.

After a while, a cold breeze blew, making Zhao Churan shiver.

"Cold?"

Long Chen asked.

"Cold."

Zhao Churan burrowed eagerly into Long Chen’s embrace.

"I’m sorry."

Long Chen said softly.

"You’re only saying sorry now? You jerk, you promised only three months, but then you left for three years without contact, not a word, you big jerk."

Zhao Churan lifted her hand to hit Long Chen, but no matter what, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

For three whole years, she had waited for his return—what if she scared him off or hurt him?

As she thought, she gently patted Long Chen’s cheek with her tears.

That face, still handsome, just more mature.

"Where on earth have you been these past few years?"

Zhao Churan asked softly.

"I went to the Northern Territory, to the battlefield, fighting with people every day; would you believe that?"

Long Chen asked with a smile.

"I believe whatever you say, as long as you’re back."

"I have to go back tomorrow, are you scared?" Long Chen teased.

"What?"

The tears burst forth again as Zhao Churan clung tightly to Long Chen, "I won’t let you go unless you take me with you, or I’ll die right in front of you."

"Fool, I’m kidding you, I’m not going this time."

Long Chen held her in his arms.

The familiar scent was intoxicating as Long Chen breathed in greedily.

"Don’t lie to me."

Zhao Churan stared at Long Chen.

"I won’t lie."

"Hmph, then come home with me." Zhao Churan said.

"How about calling Li Yuechan to come to your house, how about that?"

Long Chen asked with a smile.

"This..."

Zhao Churan suddenly hesitated, on the verge of saying something.

"What’s wrong?"

Long Chen asked, puzzled.

"I’ll tell you slowly at home, okay?"

Zhao Churan pulled Long Chen.

"Okay."

Long Chen felt that what Zhao Churan had to say must be very important.

Soon, the two of them returned to Zhao Churan’s small villa.

Upon entering the home, Long Chen’s longing was hard to control.

"Wait... just wait." Zhao Churan’s cheeks were flushed, "We’ll eat dinner first, take a nice bath, and then... then that, behave, listen to me."

"Okay, I’ll listen to you."

Long Chen restrained his impulses.

"Let me first tell you about Li Yuechan." Zhao Churan pulled Long Chen to sit down.

"Okay, you tell me."

Long Chen drew Zhao Churan into his embrace.

"Then you promise me, you’ll listen patiently to the end."

"Oh come on, my dear Churan, don’t keep me in suspense, just tell me." Long Chen urged.

"Alright, alright, I’m telling you," Zhao Churan said, "At the end of the month, Li Yuechan is going to marry Zhou Haiyang of the Zhou Family."

Boom.

That simple sentence was like a bolt of lightning to Long Chen.