Chapter 32 Song family, Chu Chen

Song Yan was stunned. The retribution for Song Qingpeng came so swiftly? Screams resonated far and wide. Song Qingpeng was also rolling on the ground, crying out for help. "It's that black snake causing trouble again," Chu Chen charged forward and kicked Song Qingpeng's backside fiercely several times. Song Qingpeng emitted a wail like a pig being slaughtered. "Chu Chen, stop!" Song Muyang, bristling with anger, charged over, followed by a few bodyguards. Song Muyang glanced at the screaming Song Qingpeng on the ground, rage bursting from his eyes, "Beat him up." The bodyguards charged forward… "I see who dares to touch him," Song Yan shouted, "Chu Chen is a son-in-law of the Song family. Whoever dares to touch him can get out of the Song family." The expressions of the bodyguards changed. "Just a mere son-in-law, do I have a problem wanting to discipline him a bit?" Song Muyang's expression was fierce as he approached Chu Chen, ready to teach him a lesson personally if no one else dared to move. "Second Master Song, you misunderstand, I was saving him." Chu Chen's expression was calm, "Brother Peng was bitten by the snake on his butt. Those few kicks were to kill the snake; otherwise, who knows if that little black snake would've burrowed in there… the consequences would be unimaginable." Song Muyang's expression immediately darkened. "Ah!" Song Qingpeng was almost fainting from pain, the excruciating agony making it hard for him to bear, "Quickly, Second Brother, save me." Chu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to know who is the master of the Black Witchling Snake. Song Muyang walked over quickly and saw the now-dead black snake on the ground. His expression changed and immediately he left holding onto Song Qingpeng. "Wife, I told you there would be retribution," Chu Chen said with a smile. Song Yan glanced over, "Strange, why is my uncle still heading towards the house?" "Perhaps Second Master Song has some ancestral medicine that can counteract the snake poison," Chu Chen casually opened a video he had recorded and glanced at it. Song Yan had gradually grown accustomed to believing only half of what Chu Chen said. Across Song Lake, in the villa's living room. The screams of Song Qingpeng hadn't subsided when Song Qinghe came down from upstairs, quickly walked in front of Song Qingpeng, his face pale, "Where were you bitten by the Black Witchling Snake?" Since the snake had bitten Ye Shaohuang, Song Qinghe had completely lost contact with it. "Right by the lake." Song Qingpeng's voice trembled, his lips were even bleeding, "Second brother, quickly help me with the snake poison." It was easy for Song Qinghe to cure the snake poison as it was his own Black Witchling Snake. After removing the snake poison, Song Qingpeng breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the couch. The heart-piercing pain was almost worse than death. No wonder even Ye Shaohuang couldn't bear it and rolled on the ground in agony. "Where is the snake? Take me to it," Song Qinghe said anxiously. It was not easy to raise a Black Witchling Snake. He only had one, and it was his treasure. Song Qingpeng's expression twisted with viciousness and anger, "Chu Chen trampled it to death; look at the back of my butt, there's still blood from the snake." Song Qinghe's fist clenched tightly, rage surging, "Chu Chen, daring to kill my spirit snake." "Dealing with Chu Chen is simple," Song Muyang said nonchalantly, then announced, "It's good that Qingpeng is alright now. I have some good news for you: Your eldest brother has successfully won the heart of the second young miss of the Huang family. This morning, their father will meet your eldest brother." "That's great," Song Qingpeng jumped up, momentarily forgetting the pain in his wound, utterly thrilled, "Next time I see the second young miss of the Huang family, I can call her sister-in-law." "The Song family, all wanting to cling to the Ye family – they probably never dreamt that we are about to become in-laws with the first noble family of Chan City," Song Muyang's mood was clearly good today. He walked over to mention this happy news in front of the old man. He didn't anticipate running into Song Qingpeng being bitten by the snake. The Huang family of Chan City had the reputation of being 'the first wealthy family,' prospering for a hundred years unceasingly. In recent years, the Huang family's growth was astonishing, with a saying that wherever there were people in Chan City, the Huang family had business. Huang Jianghong, the Huang family's patriarch, could cause tremors in the neighboring city with a single stamp of his foot. Dressed in a white practice robe, in the study room, two servants from the Huang family unfolded a piece of calligraphy... "It's unbearable to look at." Huang Jianghong sighed, gesturing with his hands, disappointment in his eyes. He was hoping to appreciate the ink and brush skills of the city with this public event. However, the results were disappointing. "People are like their handwriting," Huang Jianghong shook his head. At the threshold of the study room, a young man in black, with brows as sharp as swords and eyes like cold stars, strode in confidently, "Grandfather." Huang Jianghong beckoned, "Yuhai, you came just in time to look at these with me." The young man was Huang Yuhai. Among the many younger generations of the Huang family, Huang Yuhai was not the most outstanding, but several years ago, a highly-skilled master took notice and took him in. This significantly elevated Huang Yuhai's status within the family. "Before I came back, I heard that grandfather was calling for young talents across the city." Huang Yuhai spoke, "I have greatly improved my calligraphy under my master's careful instruction these past few years. I specially wrote a piece for your appraisal." "Open it and see," Huang Jianghong's eyes brightened; he was as obsessed with martial arts as he was with calligraphy. Huang Yuhai seemed to wield both of these traits now. Huang Yuhai was full of confidence as the two servants revealed the calligraphy piece. He was sure of himself. This piece was a gift from his master before returning home. Surely it would be chosen at the moment of the grand event's climax to dazzle everyone. "Good calligraphy," indeed Huang Jianghong was full of praise, his look at Huang Yuhai filled with approval, "Yuhai, I really didn't expect your calligraphy to reach this level. Few young people in Chan City can compare to you, both in literature and martial arts." Huang Yuhai was secretly pleased, his demeanor displaying extreme humility, "I still have much to learn." Huang Jianghong laughed heartily, full of spirit "Our Huang family's children need not be so modest. Come and see, these pieces sent over the last two days are simply unbearable to look at in comparison." As he spoke, Huang Jianghong picked up another piece of calligraphy for the servants to open. "Just look, the writing from these people is practically messy scribbles," Huang Jianghong glanced over and his words stopped abruptly; he was instantly spellbound. Huang Yuhai looked over as well, his composure shaking slightly, "Picturing a grand strategy while talking and laughing, not caring for life's one drunken bout." The study room fell silent. After a moment. Huang Jianghong moved forward a few steps, reading each character with a glowing, excited gaze, "Good! Very good! Too good!" His eyes were fervently fixed on the piece. What he sought by calling for the young talents was exactly such a piece of calligraphy. This line perfectly interpreted the feeling he wanted to express. Presently, Huang Jianghong felt that apart from this piece, everything else was scribbles, including the piece Huang Yuhai brought, which wasn't comparable. Huang Yuhai was almost driven to spit blood, his happiness destroyed in an instant. Breathing heavily, his expression changing amidst uncertainty, his gaze inadvertently fell upon the signature at the bottom of the piece, "The Song family, Chu Chen."