History's Strongest Husband Chapter 31.2 - Bristling With Anger

Chapter 31.2: Bristling With Anger

Shen Lang returned back to Da Sha's home, a cold hardened look written on his face.

The stepmother laughed and softly waved her hand. "There's really no money to treat Da Sha. That's what we do and that's what the people in our village do, not just our family."

"Hmph! Why pity that dying fool?!" Da Sha's little half-brother harrumphed. "And you too… trash…"

This kid is hopeless.

Remaining mute and silent, Shen Lang moved closer towards him and kicked the lifeline of his future generations.

I'll cut off your offsprings and their offsprings!

"Ah…" The little half-brother howled miserably. He rolled desperately on ground, eyes a hue of white and red as foam seeped out from the corner of his lips.

The stepmother grew wide aghast. She opened her mouth, sucked in a breath of cold air, and screamed from the top of her lungs. "What are you doing, Shen Lang?! Don't think that because you've become the Xu Family's son-in-law that I'm afraid of you! I'm going to sue you! I'll sue you! Do you hear me?! I'll sue you!"

Of course, she did not know Shen Lang recently married into the Count's Palace. If she did, she'd be lost in an utter sea of shock, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"I don't beat women," Shen Lang said coldly.

He wrapped his fingers around the wooden basin and filled the bowl gracefully full.

"Don't be afraid," Shen Lang smiled. "I don't beat women."

Shen Lang grabbed a handful of the stepmother's locks and ran his fingers through her hair gently. Then, he pressed her head into the basin, eyes brimmed with intent to suffocate her.

"Guuh… urgh…" The vicious stepmother flung her hands around and struggled desperately, but try with all her might, she could not break away.

Seeing the horrid scene, the two knight's pale lips trembled slightly, but they said nothing.

Two minutes later…

The stepmother felt like dying. She could not breath - the pain burned like fire faded away to an icy numbness. Black filled the edges of her vision, the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat, eloquently scared to the point of spilling out honey-colored liquid from the secrets of her garden.

Shen Lang knotted her hair around his fingers and raised her head back to the surface of the water.

The stepmother resumed breathing, coughing desperately for a gasp of air.

"The past few days… Da Sha waited desperately for the G.o.d of Death to take his life away. Why not let you feel the taste of it," Shen Lang whispered. "When your husband comes back, tell him I'll be at the Count's Palace. He can come to me anytime he wishes."

After that, Shen Lang left with Da Sha and returned back the Count's Palace.

It was sunset. The orange gold stretched far and wide, the color of fire hearths and tangerines. It sat within the sky, that summer-fruit hued tone, as if overlooking the world, stretching out its beautiful colors for all to see.

Soon, the velvety night would come.

The average man would never the chance to enter the gates of the Count's Palace, but the average and poor country boy, Shen Lang, was the young lady's husband. His journey here would remain unimpeded.

But soon, he was stopped.

A young knight leading dozens of knights walked around patrolling their area.

"Stop!"

Shen Lang turned his gaze. He did not recognize the youth.

His name was Jin Cheng, head of the Count's Palace's inner defense section.

He donned another ident.i.ty, and that is, the groomed candidate as the Count's son-in-law.

Jin Chen grew up in the Count's Palace, raised and taught strictly by them, and held an apt.i.tude towards the martial way. He could leave, journey the world and gain fame as a martial pract.i.tioner, but he vowed an oath to never leave the Count's Palace in this lifetime.

Staring at Shen Lang, his eyes flashed a look of haughty arrogance.

Growing up as a young talent, he too was infatuated with Jin Mulan, wors.h.i.+pped her like a G.o.ddess from the depths of his soul and from his skin to the bones.

Thus why his looks towards the 'fool' held a touch of icy chilliness and haughty arrogance.

Had he lost to w.a.n.g Lian or Mo Ye, he would have nothing to say. The two were a worthy opponent in his eyes.

Were he to lose against Jin s.h.i.+ying, he'd feel slight sourness but at the same time, blessed because Jin s.h.i.+ying was his idol, his elder brother, and his role model.

But he lost to Shen Lang…

The G.o.ddess, Jin Mulan, he dare not speak of her choice in men nor would he complain.

But it does not mean he would act the same towards her newlywed husband, Shen Lang. In front of him, Jin Cheng would contempt and shoot him a look of disdain.

What sort of a person is the fool?

Low intelligence, no skill, possibly the world's weakest white faced lotus, and a country b.u.mpkin no less!

How can he compare to him?