Live-in Son-in-law
Chapter 424 Willingly

Chapter 424: Chapter 424 Willingly

"Dad, what did you say?"

Tan Yi looked at his father in disbelief. He actually wanted Qin Yi to move in? What a joke! Was he tired of living?

Tan Feihong was completely unfazed, paying no mind to Tan Yi’s agitation, calmly saying, "Qin Yi is the successor of the Azure Dragon Guardian God, the future Guardian God. Leaving him at the door would be too rude."

"But you can’t let him move in! Don’t you know his intentions?"

"I do!"

"You know, yet you still let him move in?"

Tan Feihong curiously asked, "Does his moving in have anything to do with his intentions? You’re mistaken. Even if I don’t let Qin Yi in, entering our Tan Family is still like walking into an unoccupied place for him."

"So, it’s better to let him in, keep him under our watch. Isn’t that better?"

"Like hell it is!" Tan Yi felt utterly defeated. "Dad, am I really your biological son? Do you really have to pit your own son like this?"

Tan Feihong remained composed, saying, "As a city’s guardian, we have to maintain at least basic manners, right? We may not say ’Isn’t it delightful to have friends coming from afar!’ But we can’t just shut them out either, right?"

"He doesn’t count as a friend, and in any case, I don’t agree with him moving in." Tan Yi shouted with a darkened face.

"It seems like Young Master Tan isn’t too welcoming of us?"

A cold voice laced with mockery came from outside the door.

Qin Yi and Liu Yiren stepped inside.

Tan Yi reacted as if he had been electrocuted, instinctively taking a few steps back. He was genuinely terrified of Qin Yi.

"Fellow Daoist Qin Yi is here? Please, have a seat!" Tan Feihong was all smiles and warm welcome.

Qin Yi and Liu Yiren sat down on the expensive leather sofa, while Tan Feihong instructed Old He to serve tea.

Tan Yi huddled in a corner, staying far away, looking at Qin Yi with horror.

He opened his mouth and struggled to summon the courage to drive Qin Yi out. But when Qin Yi glanced back at him, he swallowed his words in fright.

Qin Yi’s mouth curled into a slight smile, "Young Master Tan, come and sit down!"

Tan Yi felt uncomfortable but thought to himself, ’This is my house, so I can’t let you take over.’

Thinking this, Tan Yi walked over with big strides but sat far away from Qin Yi.

"Mr. Qin, Miss Liu, please have some tea!" Old He brought two cups of tea and placed them in front of Qin Yi and Liu Yiren.

"Thank you!"

Qin Yi picked up his tea and took a sip.

"Ah, good tea!"

Tan Yi glared at Qin Yi with resentment, "Are you done yet? What exactly do you want?"

Qin Yi smiled a half-smile, squinting his eyes slightly, with a hint of danger on his face, "Young Master Tan, is this how you treat guests?"

Tan Yi shrank his neck, feeling uneasy, as if he had an urge to get up and flee due to the dangerous look on Qin Yi’s face.

Tan Feihong stood up, "Ah, old age is catching up, and I get drowsy easily. You young people chat, I’ll go upstairs to rest for a while. I’m sorry, Fellow Daoist Qin Yi, I must excuse myself."

"Please, Family Head Tan, feel free!"

Tan Feihong glanced at Old He, who immediately understood and followed him upstairs.

Tan Yi gazed pitifully at his father. He must have been adopted, as his real father would never treat his son like this. With a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, you call that a weak body? If you’re going to lie, think of a better excuse, please?

Qin Yi looked at Tan Yi.

Tan Yi’s face stiffened, forcing a smile that was harder than crying, looking foolishly at Qin Yi, "Heh heh..."

Qin Yi also smiled, showing his white teeth, which sent a shiver down Tan Yi’s spine, making him feel as if he were being stared at by a demon.

"You better stop smiling; your smile is really ugly."

Liu Yiren looked at Tan Yi with disdain, not hiding her contempt.

The forced smile on Tan Yi’s face instantly froze, as he looked pitifully at Qin Yi, "Master, won’t you let me go? Treat me like a fart and let me go, please?"

"Don’t glorify yourself!"

Qin Yi said with a smile, then suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Tan Yi.

Tan Yi’s face changed drastically, looking as if he’d seen a ghost, and he backed up hurriedly.

Bam!

A heavy punch landed squarely on Tan Yi’s eye.

Qin Yi himself was startled; the punch was meant to scare Tan Yi, but accidentally, it hit right on target, gaining some unintentional experience.

Tan Yi clutched his eye and tumbled from one side of the sofa.

Qin Yi rushed over, suppressing his cultivation, and sat on top of him, unleashing a flurry of punches that made Tan Yi scream.

"Dad, mom, help, murder..."

Tan Yi protected his face with his hands, trying to fend off the downpour of relentless punches.

The servants and bodyguards of the Tan Family watched, wincing at the sight. They all sympathized with the young master’s plight, but there was nothing they could do. The Family Head had privately instructed that no one should intervene when the young master was being beaten.

Liu Yiren was already accustomed to this, sipping her tea leisurely, enjoying it as a bystander. The tea was indeed quite good.

At the stairway on the second floor.

Old He gazed at his young master being beaten up by Qin Yi with a face full of pity.

"Family Head, please tell Qin Yi to stop. I’m afraid young master won’t be able to withstand it if this continues."

Although Tan Feihong felt sorry for his son, he waved his hand dismissively, "Don’t worry. Qin Yi knows his limits. Based on previous experiences, it’s just some superficial injuries. Besides, would Qin Yi stop if I told him to?"

Tan Yi held his face, screaming like a pig being slaughtered. It wasn’t an act; it really hurt. Although he was using his hands to protect his face, Qin Yi’s fists still landed on the back of his hands, causing him to slap his own face.

First came the pain, then numbness, followed by a burning sensation... It felt all too familiar.

My brain must have been beaten into stupidity, as I was even taking the time to thoroughly experience the process of being punched at a time like this.

"Stop, stop, I give up, I’ll go with you, I’ll follow you..." Tan Yi shouted at the top of his lungs.

Bam bam...!

Qin Yi didn’t stop, kept swinging his fists.

"I’ve agreed to your terms, why are you still hitting me?"

Qin Yi teased, "Because I don’t trust you."

"I’m serious, I swear, I’m willing to follow you..."

Bam! Bam!

Two more punches, making Tan Yi wail.

"Not sincere enough!" Qin Yi said.

Tan Yi cried, tears streaming down his face, shouting through his sobs, "I, Tan Yi, willingly follow Qin Yi, look up to him as my leader, and will never betray. May I be struck by lightning if I break this oath. Will that suffice?"

Qin Yi finally stopped, stood up, and sat on the sofa beside him, smiling, "You begged and cried for me to take you in. I didn’t force you, did I?"

"To hell with you," Tan Yi cursed inwardly, but outwardly he nodded, "Yes, it’s me who begged to follow you."

Liu Yiren shook her head. What a masochist. If only you’d agreed earlier, why get beaten for nothing? Truly a glutton for punishment.

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