Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

If everything went smoothly, tonight Hong Yuting would be able to use her own methods and charm to establish a connection with the prestigious figure in his eyes, the second young master of the Han family in the capital, Han Yu.

Given some time, she was confident she could play Han Yu like a fiddle, thereby moving a step closer to her goal of avenging herself on Ye Feng.

However, fate ultimately played a cruel joke on her.

At the end of the banquet, those who had drunk too much naturally started speaking more freely, and Liang Mo began to boast:

"Brother Han, those sons of bitches in Northern Su all say that the Northern Border King is the True Dragon among men, and it’s only a matter of time before he becomes the Great General of the Xuanyuan Nation’s Nation Guard, if you ask me."

"Pah!"

"What Northern Border King? He’s nothing but a stray dog chased around by others. How is such a person a True Dragon? Only someone like you, Brother Han, truly deserves those two words."

Liang Mo didn’t dare to make bold statements about the General of the Nation Guard.

But as for the Northern Border King, he was far less friendly, his words filled with extreme disdain.

"Exactly, the Northern Border King counts for nothing. Arriving in the capital, even a dragon has to coil up obediently. To me, if he ever encounters Brother Han in the future, even the so-called Northern Border King might have to call Brother Han ’Grandpa’."

...

Everyone had their say, the young masters chatting and discussing loftily.

In their talk, they endlessly praised Han Yu, while the few popular beauties at their side also joined in the adulation, seizing the moment to curry favor.

Belittling others to elevate oneself?

Han Yu, upon hearing this, simply remained silent, letting these people lavish him with praise indiscriminately.

And this was precisely what he wanted to see. If he really wanted these young masters to work for him, he had to firmly grasp their weaknesses, the more the better, until they were powerless to resist.

As they praised him, they realized that the main subject wasn’t voicing any opinions, and soon lost interest. Yan Youbin on the right then turned with a smile and said:

"Look at how happy we’ve made our Brother Han; he can’t even speak. Come on, everyone, let’s have a toast to Brother Han."

A few young masters raised their glasses in unison.

Han Yu raised his glass in return, merely sipping lightly, and then said:

"Do you know that the ’stray dog’ you spoke of has reclaimed his throne as the Northern Border King?"

His casually spoken words suddenly sobered everyone up a bit.

"So soon? Who won?"

Calling him a ’stray dog’ over and over, only now did Liang Mo realize he didn’t even know the Northern Border King’s name.

"Ye Feng won," Han Yu added.

"Ye Feng!"

Unbeknownst to them, upon hearing these two words, Hong Yuting’s hands involuntarily shook.

This tremble wouldn’t have mattered much, if not for the fact that Han Yu’s hand was above hers, and she accidentally knocked his glass of wine, spilling it. At a glance, it was apparent that Han Yu’s brand-new white suit pants were now stained with a clay-red color.

Upon seeing this, Hong Yuting paled significantly, hurriedly knelt down to help Han Yu clean it up, while timidly saying:

"I’m so sorry, Young Master Han, I really am very sorry!"

But no matter how Hong Yuting tried to wipe, she couldn’t remove the wine stain.

"Get out!"

Seeing his pants smeared with colors everywhere, Han Yu’s face grew increasingly gloomy. He kicked Hong Yuting in the stomach.

If a Great Grandmaster made a full effort, a regular person couldn’t escape with their life, but Han Yu ultimately didn’t let Hong Yuting die. Her body flew over everyone and crashed into the doorframe with a loud bang.

The heavy sound frightened the beautiful ladies, turning their faces pale, while the young masters coldly watched, thinking that a mere nobody dared to offend Han Yu.

Her death would not be pitied!

"Young Master Han, I’m sorry, I truly didn’t mean it, please forgive me this once," Hong Yuting pleaded from the ground without getting up, her mouth stained with blood, enduring the severe pain in her abdomen as she looked up at Han Yu, still begging for mercy endlessly.

At that moment, Hong Yuting suddenly regretted coming to the capital. Her resentment towards Ye Feng grew stronger in her heart—if it weren’t for him, how could she have ended up in such a plight?

The room’s door was quickly opened.

Pitiful Hong Yuting was dragged out as Aunt Yun came storming in with two fierce-looking subordinates. With just one glance, she understood the situation and then said with an apologetic tone:

"I’m sorry, Young Master Han, I thought you were in some kind of danger."

After speaking, Aunt Yun glanced coldly at Hong Yuting lying on the ground.

"Aunt Yun is thoughtful."

Han Yu glanced at the two men behind Aunt Yun but didn’t make any big statements.

He knew the real identity of this socialite, who mingled in the upper echelons of the capital, was not ordinary. Even his father, the current head of the Han Family, had to give her some respect.

"What’s going on here?" Aunt Yun waved her hand to signal the two subordinates to leave and then asked with a smile.

"Aunt Yun, your people spilled our Brother Han’s drink. Is this how the Nebula Club treats its guests?" Liang Mo asked, arms crossed, his tone quite playful.

"Which hand was it?" Aunt Yun walked straight over to Hong Yuting.

"The left hand."

Just then, Xie Ziyan spoke, looking at Hong Yuting with schadenfreude in her eyes—letting her be arrogant before, but who could have expected...

Retribution comes so quickly!

All of a sudden, Aunt Yun, wearing high heels, stepped on Hong Yuting’s left hand.

Crack! One by one,

a sound of fracture was clearly audible, followed then by Hong Yuting’s agonizing screams.

"Young Master Han, tonight all of your expenses will be on the house. Would this satisfy you?"

Aunt Yun immediately followed up with another kick that sealed Hong Yuting’s mouth.

"Does Aunt Yun think I’m someone who lacks money?"

Han Yu leaned back, his hands crossed as he asked.

"That’s right!"

"I was presumptuous, since Young Master Han is not satisfied, how to deal with her is entirely up to you."

Aunt Yun withdrew her foot and didn’t even glance at Hong Yuting throughout.

"Today is a joyful day after all. Keep her—I want her to know what it means to live a life worse than death."

Han Yu revealed an extremely sinister smile.

Few people knew that this second son of the Han Family was already twisted at heart; the number of household servants who died by his hand had long since surpassed ten, it was just that the Han Family had covered up these matters very well.

"Tell me, how do you plan to make her life worse than death?"

A firm and yet warm voice drifted in from outside the door.

A moment later, a young man dressed in a white robe silently walked in. The moment this man appeared, a bevy of beauties couldn’t help but let out exclaims of admiration.

Handsome, way too handsome!

People of this world are like jade; this gentleman is unparalleled.

A man perfect from every angle, flawless and beyond critique—his face bright and righteous. Although Han Yu was also handsome, when compared to the man before them, it was like one was in the heavens and the other on the ground.

Of course, it was Han Yu who was on the ground.

If Ye Feng were here, he would definitely recognize this man—Mu Tian.

"Master!"

Aunt Yun silently retreated to the side.

"What a surprise, Lord Mu graces us with his presence—a rare guest indeed. Someone fetch wine for Lord Mu this instant."

Seeing Mu Tian, Han Yu immediately put on a welcoming smile, feeling slightly uneasy inside.

Despite this young man being only a few years his senior, even Han Yu’s father had to respectfully address him as Lord Mu and wait upon his commands when facing him.

An astonishing background!

"No need, I didn’t come to see you."

Mu Tian didn’t even look directly at Han Yu as he bent down gently and said:

"Endure it a bit."

In just an instant, Mu Tian had already healed Hong Yuting’s fractured left hand, and only then did she let out a cry of pain.

Who is he?

Hong Yuting quickly stopped crying out. She looked dazedly at Mu Tian, this man who had suddenly appeared, as if he were a ray of light in her life.

"Does Lord Mu know her?"

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Seeing this scene, Han Yu felt even more uneasy.

"I don’t."

"But a friend of mine certainly does. You seem to have kicked her, right?"

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"Yes."

Han Yu said through gritted teeth.

"According to the rules of my friend, that has to be repaid. At your age, you’ve only become a Great Grandmaster—what pride do you have?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Mu Tian was in front of Han Yu, releasing an overwhelming aura that left Han Yu unable to move or speak.

Mu Tian kicked out.

The kick appeared lackluster, but it was not the least bit lighter than Han Yu’s kick on Hong Yuting; a violent energy wreaked havoc on Han Yu’s right leg, tearing everything inside to shreds.

If someone were to roll up Han Yu’s pants at that moment, they would find the inside of his right leg resembling ground meat, the bones nowhere to be seen.

"Remember to tell your father every single detail; don’t make me make a special trip to your Han Family."

Mu Tian glanced neither at Han Yu, whose mouth was twitching, nor at Aunt Yun, before turning to her.

"Master, I know what to do."

Aunt Yun frowned, her Palm Blade in hand, and without hesitation, she chopped at her own left leg, breaking it instantly.

"There’s no need for that. How will you find yourself a Feng Shui Treasure Land in the future?"

Mu Tian showed no pity, supporting Hong Yuting as he left, leaving Aunt Yun ashen-faced.

Mysterious, handsome, and incredibly powerful!

Hong Yuting had never encountered such a flawless man. She didn’t know what purpose this man had in seeking her out, but what she did know was that he had saved her. Unconsciously, this man seemed to have become her entire world.

"I haven’t told you yet, my name is Mu Tian. ’Mu’ as in ’shepherd’ and ’Tian’ as in ’heaven’."

Inside the carriage, Mu Tian spoke with restraint.

"My name is Hong Yuting."

Hong Yuting stared intently at Mu Tian, never blinking.

"I know."

"My only friend told me that the imperial capital is a huge bird’s nest, which isn’t quite right; the birds in the nest can come and go freely. In my view, it’s more like a birdcage."

"Hong Yuting, would you be willing to be my caged bird?"

Mu Tian spoke gently, without the slightest intent to force.

To be your caged bird?

Hong Yuting’s heart fluttered wildly, and without any hesitation, she nodded her head, even though she knew that once she became the Canary,

she would no longer be free!