Chapter 462: Young Master Sang in the Eyes of the Old Man-in-Law
For the next two days, the Sang family enjoyed a slight lull in their busy lives.
The only difference was that Zhang Xiaoying was no longer responsible for any housework. Instead, Long Huan took over, practically handling everything in the household.
I have to say, Long Huan really seemed to have developed a strange obsession with becoming a virtuous wife and good mother.
Ever since Zhang Xiaoying started being taken care of around the clock, Long Huan began cramming all the knowledge related to housework.
Her goal was to make herself as reassuring a wife as Zhang Xiaoying.
With her cleverness and diligence, her lively figure flitted around the entire Sang household like a little sprite.
Now, Zhang Xiaoying found her daily life suddenly so free that she didn’t even know what to do with herself.
Nowadays, whenever there was a bit of household work, others rushed to do it, leaving her feeling a bit restless with nothing to do.
She spent her days playing with the cat or soaking up the sun in the yard, and if she ever wanted to go shopping, she had to be followed by Yu Xia, Meng Qiyan, and seven or eight employees from the Heavenly Punishment Department.
The entourage rivaled that of an empress on a procession.
The letter she sent back home had already been mailed out, but she hadn’t yet received a reply.
In the two days of waiting, Young Master Sang seriously discussed with Bai Ming what kind of gifts would be appropriate to bring for the apology.
“I think just sending a dowry of several hundred thousand spirit stones could solve everything,” Bai Ming said earnestly.
“Absolutely not.”
Young Master Sang shook his head decisively. “Xiaoying’s parents are ordinary folks; what would they do with spirit stones from cultivators?”
“Then how about… according to our side’s customs? Sending a set of houses or something?”
“If her father agreed, Xiaoying would have switched them to a larger house long ago.” Young Master Sang sighed. “They’ve lived in that town for a lifetime; their neighbors have known them for over a decade. Suddenly changing their environment wouldn’t make them happy.”
Bai Ming scratched his head. “What should we do? We can’t just bring a few carts of pork and cabbage, right?”
“If I knew what to do, I wouldn’t be looking for your advice!” Young Master Sang said, feeling exasperated.
“You have a commerce association throughout the continent; see what ordinary folks typically buy, and give some suggestions.”
“Ordinary folks usually buy grain, oil, and salt, right…” Bai Ming pondered, “If worse comes to worst, I could just open a shopping mall in their town for the two elders?”
“… What a wealthy and heartless suggestion.”
In the end, Young Master Sang left this headache to Bai Ming to worry about.
After all, his Floating Splendor Commerce was scattered all over the continent, and there was a vast array of items; let Bai Ming handle it.
In comparison, Young Master Sang had a much bigger issue weighing on him.
“… Xiaoying.”
While Zhang Xiaoying was still strolling in the yard, soaking up the sun, Young Master Sang shamelessly trailed behind her, asking, “What hobbies does our father-in-law have?”
“Does he enjoy tea? Chess? Fishing? Or even walking birds in cages would be fine.”
“And what about our mother-in-law? What style of clothing does she like? Which brand of rouge does she usually use?”
Some things Xiaoying could recall, and she answered him, while he meticulously noted everything down; if she couldn’t think of anything, he would dig until he got some clue.
After being pestered, Zhang Xiaoying helplessly asked, “Husband, why are you asking these things?”
“I’m just worried!”
Young Master Sang said, looking aggrieved, “I’m marrying under pressure! In the common world, a guy like me would usually have his head beaten in by the father-in-law out of sheer temper.”
“I’m just afraid to rush home to joyfully announce our engagement, only to find myself blocked at the door by the father-in-law, who won’t let me in and gives me some hits to ensure I never enter the house again.”
“And then all the neighbors would point and criticize me, saying I’m not a man, ruining a girl’s life, and worse than a lowly scoundrel…”
Imagining that miserable scene, Young Master Sang can’t help but shiver.
Zhang Xiaoying was speechless for a moment before asking, “… Husband, where do you get all these ideas?”
“From the novels written by Miss Shui Ming.”
“… I knew it.” Zhang Xiaoying suddenly relaxed, her tightly furrowed brows unwinding.
“Don’t worry. Although technically, it’s not quite proper to propose to my parents until we have a child, it won’t be to the extent of getting you kicked out of the house!”
She gently wrapped herself in a thick, warm shawl and said kindly, “The last time I visited, I told my parents you were a really good person.”
“That I’m very happy with you, and they shouldn’t worry.”
Young Master Sang instantly became curious. “What did you say about me to your parents?”
Zhang Xiaoying blinked her beautiful eyes.
“I said… my husband is my savior, a cultivator of the Demon Way, with a gentle and kind temperament, and he is very caring and considerate while looking after me.”
“But because the Demon Way was still infamous the last time I went home, and my parents are ordinary folks, I didn’t elaborate too much. Just told them it’s similar to other cultivation sects.”
Young Master Sang swallowed hard. “Did—did the father-in-law hear about the Demon Way before?”
“The last time I mentioned it, my parents seemed to have heard of the Demon Way, and their expressions were a bit strange…” Zhang Xiaoying hesitated.
Isn’t this a disaster?
The last time Zhang Xiaoying returned home, the Demon Way had just taken over the Water Moon Sect.
That was during its most notorious time!
Which means, in her father-in-law’s eyes, there was a strong chance he might still think of him as part of a notorious sect of ruthless demon cultivators?!
Thinking about this, Young Master Sang felt immense pain: “This is it! I’m really going to get beaten out by the father-in-law!”
“Pfft. Husband is way too anxious, right? You’re a full-fledged cultivator at the Ascension Realm; would my parents dare to chase after you for a beating?”
“And what if I don’t have an Ascension Realm?” Young Master Sang muttered, “In front of my father-in-law, I’d still have to lower my head and take the hits.”
After all, to ordinary folks, no matter what you say about the Foundation Establishment or Ascension Realm, they wouldn’t understand, just knowing you’re not a good person.
“By the way!” Young Master Sang nervously asked again: “Does the father-in-law know… I have other wives besides you?”
“This…” Zhang Xiaoying hesitated for a moment before slowly shaking her head, “I hadn’t mentioned it when I went home last time.”
No way!
If her father-in-law learns that he has other wives besides Xiaoying and worries that his daughter is being mistreated and refuses their union, that would really be the end for him.
“Not good.”
Young Master Sang decisively got up with a glint of determination in his eyes.
“Husband, where are you going?”
“To place an order.”
Young Master Sang said solemnly, “I don’t think giving the father-in-law a gift will quell his anger; I’m going to order two sturdy whips with barbs that could really leave a mark.”
“Just hoping that when the father-in-law beats me and gets his anger out, he’ll look at me all bloodied and hopefully feel a flicker of pity.”
“Don’t! I’m just joking! Don’t really go showing up with your whips!”
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