266: Chapter 255 This is the Mission 266: Chapter 255 This is the Mission “During that time, aside from my mother and me, almost everyone else was against us, pressing my sister to marry into another family to ensure the Xiao Family’s long-term peace and security.
It was only amid some chaos that my mother secretly freed my sister from her confinement and let her travel around to avoid disaster.”
“Chaos?
Don’t tell me someone died at home.” Song Yun sneered.
“Almost.
I set the front house on fire and ended up killing two or three of the main advocates for my sister’s marriage without anyone noticing,” Xiao Qian said indifferently.
“Only my mother and I know about this.
If you dare tell anyone else, you’re dead.”
Song Yun shivered as he looked into her eyes.
He thought to himself that a young girl setting her own house on fire was truly desperate.
“This time, I came here because I was so annoyed at home, so I came with the family’s mission to find my sister.
Honestly, I really hate doing this kind of thing, ugh, so annoying,” Xiao Qian complained as she shook her head, messing up her hair.
“What about your father?
He surely wouldn’t agree to let his daughter enter a political marriage, right?” Song Yun asked, clenching his teeth.
“Father?
Ha,” Xiao Qian said with a bitter laugh.
“He’s so concerned about his own reputation that he’d love nothing more than to see his daughter marry into a wealthy family.
What he’s done is truly unbecoming of a father.”
“Alas, every family has its own difficulties.
Since you’re here, don’t rush back, lest you get criticized by your family when you return,” Song Yun said as he lit a cigarette and spoke with a trace of melancholy.
“Where else could I go if not home?
To your courtyard house?” Xiao Qian scoffed.
“If I just show up, my sister might kill me.
I don’t want to end up as one of your harem.”
“Who said anything about staying at my place?
Even if you wanted to, I wouldn’t allow it.
I know a place that’s perfect for you, complete with good-looking guys, great food, and people with similar interests.
The guy there is a modification master.
He personally modified my car.
Although it didn’t improve much performance-wise, it can withstand bullets,” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“Just keep bragging.
But since I’m not in a good mood lately, I’ll go with you to check it out.
If it’s not like you described, you’re dead.”
“What a childish thing to say, always talking about fighting and killing.
A girl should learn to support her husband and teach her children, not always try to act like a tough girl.
I know too many of those who pretend to be innocent every day.
You, on the other hand, choose to make yourself look fierce,” Song Yun said, shaking his head.
“Don’t make me sound so helpless.
Give me the directions,” Xiao Qian demanded as she stepped on the gas.
Ever since Li Tang found a partner, he rented an apartment in the same complex, determined to cohabit with his girlfriend rather than suffer with his buddies.
After Li Tang moved out, Jue Wu moved in, taking over Li Tang’s old room.
Now, the residents of this villa include Black Flood Dragon, Jue Wu, Meng Ku, Zhao Yan, and Hua Manlou.
Given that Hua Manlou vanishes every night like an animal, following in Li Tang’s footsteps, the villa residents usually don’t leave the door open for him at night.
That night, like any other, Hua Manlou had just returned from his sect two days earlier and was gone again, while Zhao Yan was still working overtime at the Shura Alliance headquarters, Black Flood Dragon was out bar-hopping with Monk, leaving only Meng Ku at home.
Meng Ku sat on the sofa, carefully wiping his gun with a silk cloth, occasionally glancing up at the TV drama.
Just then, the doorbell rang, tightening his heart.
Hua Manlou hardly ever came back at night, and Black Flood Dragon and Monk’s return depended on the situation; they wouldn’t climb over the wall into their own rooms until at least between two and three in the morning.
As for Zhao Yan, he was a complete workaholic who would sleep over at the Shura Alliance headquarters if his work wasn’t finished.
Who could be knocking at the door then?
Meng Ku quickly assembled his gun, wrapped it in the silk cloth, and placed it in a box, then carefully approached the main door and peered through the peephole.
To his surprise, a woman was standing outside.
Meng Ku hesitated before opening the door.
As soon as he cracked it open, a force pushed through the door, and before he knew it, he was pushed onto his chest and sent flying.
This was it, he was done for today.
Just as despair filled his heart, laughter came from the doorway.
He rose from the floor and saw Song Yun leisurely smoking a cigarette and smirking at the entrance.
Annoyed, Meng Ku stood up and said, “It’s late, and instead of taking care of your beauty, you come here.
What do you want?”
“Afraid your nightlife is too boring, so I brought you something fun,” Song Yun said as he pulled Xiao Qing in with a laugh.
“Who are you calling a thing?
I’m not a thing, okay?” Xiao Qian pouted and protested.
“Oh, you’re not a thing, huh?
Got it,” Song Yun had just said when Xiao Qing kicked him several times.
“Cough cough, Boss, who is this?” Meng Ku, having never seen his boss so embarrassed and unable to fight back before—except when the sister-in-laws at the courtyard bullied him—wondered if this woman was his boss’s latest find.
“Let me introduce her.
This is Xiao Qing’s sister, Xiao Qian.
Due to some reasons, she’ll be staying here tonight,” Song Yun said as he grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and tossed one to Meng Ku.
“Where are the others?
It’s just you guarding the home?”
“They each have their own things going on,” Meng Ku gulped down the beer and said.
“Basically, if nothing goes wrong, I’ll be the only one around these next few days.”
“Wow, such a huge villa all to yourself?” Song Yun exclaimed.
“How do you spend your nights?”
“No choice, really.
Hua Manlou hardly ever stays at home at night, Monk’s flight attendant girlfriend hasn’t been flying out these last two days, so she drags Monk to bars every night, and Monk going means Black Flood Dragon has to follow,” shrugged Meng Ku.
“Plus, with more things coming up, Zhao Yan also hardly comes back unless he occasionally gives himself a day off.”
“Ah, tough luck,” Song Yun patted Meng Ku’s shoulder empathetically.
“So, big bro brought a beauty to keep you company.
How about that, aren’t you grateful?”
“Don’t joke around, Boss.
It’s been years since I was involved with women,” said Meng Ku as he downed the rest of his beer.
“I’m not joking.
I’m asking you, when all of our brothers have settled down and started their families, what will you do?
You can’t keep sleeping with your gun, can you?” Song Yun spoke seriously.
“Even if you agree, I won’t.
You have to take this lady down, that’s your mission from me.”
Meng Ku looked Song Yun over twice, saw he was serious, and reluctantly nodded.