The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 139: The Extremely Crafty Son-in-Law_1

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Extremely Crafty Son-in-Law_1

Zhang Xian looked at Zhu Qing, then at Zhu Yan lying on the bed, somewhat surprised. These two were twins, and incredibly similar ones at that?

Regaining his composure, he chuckled and said, "I never expected that you had a twin sister. But, I think your sister seems to be quieter than you. You’re too fierce."

Zhu Qing, waving her little pink fist, fumed, "Zhang Xian, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing... nothing...," Zhang Xian chuckled, and walked to the bedside, asking, "You must be Yan Yan, right? Hello, I’m Zhang Xian."

Zhu Yan continued staring blankly at the ceiling, unresponsive.

Taken aback, Zhang Xian turned to Zhu Qing and said, "Qingqing, your sister seems to be in a state of shock!"

"You’d also be in a state of shock if you disfigured your face! She’s naturally very beautiful, how can she just accept what’s happened? And certainly, she must be terrified from the car accident."

Zhang Xian frowned, "Qingqing, you said your sister looks exactly like you. Why do I get the feeling you’re bragging about yourself here?"

Zhu Qing asked, "Am I not beautiful?"

"Beautiful, exceptionally beautiful."

"There you go!," Zhu Qing felt a thrill of satisfaction. She walked to the bed and grabbed Zhu Yan’s hand, whispering, "Yan Yan, it’s your sister. Can you talk?"

Zhu Yan didn’t react, as if all her senses had been shut down.

"Sister, please don’t be like this, talk to me!" Zhu Qing grew anxious, nudging Zhu Yan as she asked, "How come you’re ignoring even your sister?"

After being nudged a few times, Zhu Yan finally snapped back from her withdrawn state, surprisedly asking, "Sis, when did you come back?"

"How could I not come back when you’re in this state?"

"Sis, I..." As Zhu Yan thought about her current condition, she couldn’t help but shed tears.

Zhang Xian rubbed his nose, smiling, "Hey, beautiful, you’re crying over such a small thing? Don’t worry, with your brother here, I promise you’ll recover completely, maybe even better than before."

Zhu Yan glanced at Zhang Xian, somewhat curious. But she didn’t engage, her mood was too sour.

She knew her condition better than anyone. During the car accident, a large area of her left cheek was scraped, her muscles were damaged, and even if she did recover, she knew she’d be horrifically disfigured.

"Yan Yan, don’t cry, cheer up." Zhu Qing stroked Zhu Yan’s hair, smiling, "Your brother-in-law is no ordinary person. If he says he can help you recover, he can. Trust me."

Zhu Yan turned her head, as if electrified, she asked, "Sis, are you serious?"

Zhu Qing nodded, "Of course, back in Tiandu, your brother-in-law has helped others before, he even has two successful cases!"

"Brother-in-law?" Zhu Yan seemed much cheerier after hearing Zhu Qing’s reassurance. She turned to Zhang Xian, "So... you’re my brother-in-law?"

Zhang Xian chuckled awkwardly and didn’t respond.

"Sis, he won’t even admit it. Clearly, things between you two aren’t that concrete yet!" Zhu Yan said, "Hmm, I can tell that you like him, but he doesn’t seem so interested in you."

Zhu Qing, irked, said, "You little brat, what are you implying? Am I not good enough?"

...

When Zhang Xian and the others came home from the hospital after handling the discharge procedures, it was already 11 o’clock at night.

Due to the severe disfiguration troubling Zhu Yan, Zhang Xian was eager to start treatment as soon as they got home.

In the living room, Liu Xiaowen pulled Zhu Qing aside and asked, "Qingqing, why didn’t your grandpa come with you this time? It’s been so long, is he still angry at your dad?"

Zhu Qing responded, "I don’t know if grandpa is still angry, but he’s the one who called Zhang Xian."

Liu Xiaowen, puzzled, asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhu Qing explained, "I mean, grandpa has asked Zhang Xian to help our family with this problem."

"Really?"

"What? Are you looking down on your son-in-law?" Zhu Qing asked indignantly, "Mom, let me tell you, Zhang Xian’s skills are far beyond what you can imagine. I can’t even gauge how impressive he is."

"I know, love is blinding," Liu Xiaowen sighed, then asked, "Can you tell me more about him, what does he do?"

Zhu Qing said: "He isn’t really employed or anything. But, he seems to be planning to build a large estate recently."

"Unemployed? So he’s essentially jobless?" Liu Xiaowen held Zhu Qing, saying earnestly: "Qingqing, you’re not getting any younger, how come you still have no consideration for practical matters? While I’m not asking for you to marry into a wealthy family, nor do I expect your future husband to be extremely successful, but he should at least be reliable, right? If he doesn’t even have a job, how will he support you in the future?"

"Mom, are you confused?" Zhu Qing sighed, "Leaving everything else aside, just based on the antiseptic medicine and beauty powder that Zhang Xian has, he can easily support me for a lifetime."

"What’s happening? Tell me more."

Zhu Qing nodded, and began to detail all of Zhang Xian’s achievements in Tiandu to Liu Xiaowen.

After hearing all this, Liu Xiaowen’s mouth slightly agape, she stared blankly like a wooden chicken.

It’s not that Zhang Xian was not good, but his extraordinary abilities felt unreal to her. She even questioned if Zhang Xian was from some deceptive cult organization, specializing in fooling young girls.

Nowadays, it’s not uncommon for people to believe in superstitions. That gullibility is exploited by some deceptive cults to trick a lot of people.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Suddenly, Zhang Xian comes down the stairs, smiling as he asks.

"Zhang!" Liu Xiaowen quickly stands up, pulling Zhang Xian closer to ask: "How is Yan Yan?"

Zhang Xian chuckles, "Auntie, don’t worry, Yan Yan’s leg is alright now. As for her facial injuries, they will also heal in a couple of days without leaving any marks."

"Really?" Tears of relief fall from Liu Xiaowen’s eyes, "Zhang, you...you..you’ve helped our family so much, how can I ever thank you? I..."

"Mom, what are you thanking him for?" Zhu Qing interjects, pouting: "We’ve already given him our daughter, what else does he want?"

Liu Xiaowen is taken aback by Zhu Qing’s words and then chuckles.

As of now, she doesn’t understand Zhang Xian’s character or his mysterious deeds in Tiandu, so she doesn’t want to commit too much yet.

"I..." Zhang Xian is not pleased with Zhu Qing imposing the role of Zhu Family’s son-in-law onto him, but he finds it hard to refuse.

Just then, hurried footsteps are heard from upstairs. Zhu Yan comes rushing down and dashes straight to the restroom. She doesn’t look like someone who has hurt her leg.

Liu Xiaowen, seeing this scene, covers her mouth in surprise, unable to say a word.

What...what’s happening here? Didn’t Yan Yan have a comminuted fracture in her leg? How can she run so quickly after less than a day? Could it be just as Zhu Qing said, Zhang Xian is a Divine Doctor?

But no, even if Zhang Xian is a Divine Doctor, he can’t possibly have such incredible abilities. Remember, Zhu Yan’s injury is a bone fracture. Can it really heal overnight?

Seeing Liu Xiaowen appearing incredulous, Zhang Xian steps forward and smiles: "Auntie, I realize that Yan Yan’s recovery may surprise you. I can’t quite explain it, but her leg has indeed healed."

Liu Xiaowen nods repeatedly, "Hmm, as... as long as she’s fine..."

"Mom, you don’t need to worry," Zhu Qing also notices Liu Xiaowen’s thoughts. "Zhang Xian wouldn’t harm my sister."

Although Liu Xiaowen was worried about the unnaturally super abilities Zhang Xian exhibited, Zhu Qing’s calm demeanor reassured her.

If Zhu Qing isn’t worried, doesn’t that mean quite a few miracles have transpired in Tiandu without leaving any after-effects?

"Mom, I’m hungry, I want something to eat." Zhu Yan comes to the living room, clutching her stomach.

"Uh..." Liu Xiaowen, taken aback, asks: "Yan Yan, you...you can talk? Doesn’t it hurt?"

Zhu Yan shakes her head, "Not hurting much!"

It surprises Liu Xiaowen again. Remember, Zhu Yan’s injury is on her face, she wouldn’t have been able to open her mouth without analgesic shots in the hospital. The doctors also recommended her to keep her mouth shut as much as possible.

When they were in hospitals, it was mostly Liu Xiaowen talking and Zhu Yan listening, that’s how they would pass the time. Now in the moment, Zhu Yan has left the hospital, the effects of anesthesia should have worn off by now. Doesn’t it hurt to speak of her injuries?

"Auntie, the medicine I gave to Yan Yan also has an anesthetizing effect, she won’t feel much pain." Zhang Xian smiles and looks towards Zhu Yan, suggesting: "However, I recommend you still talk less. While it won’t really impact the healing result of your injury, it might slow down the process. Also, you can’t eat anything right now, at least not until tomorrow afternoon."

"What?" Zhu Yan rubs her stomach, pouting: "But I’m very hungry!"

"You’re still speaking. Don’t you realize you shouldn’t talk?" Liu Xiaowen chides: "You’re the most restless of them all, resembling a boy."

Zhu Yan pouts again and stomps off towards her room upstairs.

Zhang Xian rubs his nose, curious. Zhu Qing is such a tomboy, based on Liu Xiaowen’s tone, could it be that Zhu Yan is also a tomboy? If so, these sisters would indeed be a special pair!

"Uh, Qingqing, come, your mom has something to say to you," Liu Xiaowen pulls Zhu Qing to the side and whispers: "Tell me honestly, how far have you both gone?"

Zhu Qing’s face turns red as she asks in turn, "Mom, what do you mean?"

"So I can get Zhang Xian’s room ready."

"No...no need..." Zhu Qing says with her head lowered, fidgeting with her fingers: "He can sleep with me, it’s fine."

"You...you’ve..." Liu Xiaowen pinches Zhu Qing, irritated: "How can you be so indiscreet? You’re not even married yet, how could you fall so easily?"

"Mom, you’ve got some nerve criticizing me, huh?" Zhu Qing pouts: "I know, back in the day, you were pregnant before you’re even married! And that time wasn’t as open as now."

Liu Xiaowen’s face turns red in embarrassment. She pinches Zhu Qing again, "What kind of talk is that, child?"

Zhu Qing sticks out her tongue, then moves towards Zhang Xian to lead him upstairs, "Let’s go. A day’s worth of travel must have tired you; let’s rest a bit."

Zhang Xian nods and follows Zhu Qing upstairs.

When they arrive at Zhu Qing’s room, he feels something amiss and hesitatingly asks her, "Qingqing, this... this is your room, isn’t it? How...how can I sleep here?"