Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 90 - 91: Tang Chuchu Gets a Slap in the Face!
"Done," Tang Xuewu said softly, sitting down beside Qin Long.
"Very good, Miss Tang."
The female bodyguard efficiently gathered the documents and contract, then returned to the car.
Nearby, Tang Chuchu and Tang Yuxiang stood frozen like statues.
"Forget about having to call me Grandpa," Qin Long teased them. "As your future brother-in-law, I can’t take advantage of you either."
Hearing this, Tang Chuchu’s pretty face immediately contorted with annoyance.
Tang Xuewu’s face flushed red, and she playfully jabbed him with her fist. "Who... who’s going to marry you..."
Qin Long knew Xuewu was just thin-skinned but still cared about him deeply.
"Qin Long, you just wait," Tang Yuxiang yelled fiercely. "I know exactly what you’re capable of. You must have used some kind of trick, and you’d better hope I don’t find out what it was!"
"If you two dare to mock Xuewu again, it won’t be as simple as just calling me Grandpa next time!"
With that, the car sped away, leaving a blushing Tang Xuewu in its wake. She had never expected Qin Long to have such a commanding side to him.
"Qin Long, you damn moron!" Tang Yuxiang was so furious he was stomping his feet on the spot.
"Chuchu, there’s definitely something strange about this!" he fumed. "How could Qin Long possibly afford to buy Tang Xuewu a luxury car? I’m going to tell Grandpa right now. We need to teach him a lesson!"
Fuming, Tang Yuxiang pulled Tang Chuchu toward their Benz. They had come here under the pretext of an inspection, intending to thoroughly humiliate Tang Xuewu. To be so publicly slapped in the face by Qin Long was infuriating. Their anger boiled over, and they abandoned any thought of the inspection.
"Qin Long, you crippled dog! I could just kill you!" Tang Chuchu snarled, gritting her teeth.
Meanwhile, Tang Xuewu was quite happy. For years, her cousin Tang Chuchu had been antagonistic toward her—first over academics, and later over their figures and looks. For the past three years, especially after Tang Xuewu took in Qin Long, Tang Chuchu had seized every opportunity to mock her and had done everything in her power to ruin her reputation. As Tang Chuchu’s younger brother, Tang Yuxiang naturally joined in. Tang Xuewu had silently endured their taunts for years. Today, she finally felt vindicated.
"I hope they’ve learned their lesson," Qin Long said. "Otherwise, I’ll kill them."
He could tolerate being bullied and insulted, but not Xuewu. That was his bottom line, his reverse scale.
"What are you talking about, killing them? Qin Long, don’t you dare do anything reckless," Tang Xuewu immediately admonished. Even if Qin Long had some money now, he couldn’t just break the law. This was not a game.
"Alright, I’ll listen to you," Qin Long nodded, saying no more.
"What made you think of buying a sturgeon?" Tang Xuewu asked, straightening his hair with a puzzled look.
Qin Long slowly looked up at her. The incomparably beautiful Tang Xuewu should have been the prized lady of the Tang Family. As the number one beauty of Jiangzhong, she should have been sheltered by the family elders, living a life of endless glory. But simply because she had taken him in, she was scorned, and Elder Tang had completely neglected her. In all these years, she rarely bought new clothes, and when she did, they were discounted items from street stalls.
She was simple, kind, and sensible, and she never complained. Every time she received her salary, her first thought was to take Qin Long for treatment—acupuncture, herbal medicine, obscure foreign remedies. She silently shouldered everything, never once voicing a grievance. These memories were etched into Qin Long’s mind like scenes from a film.
"Thank you, Xuewu, for taking care of me all these years," he said, his heart aching as he looked at the clothes she had been wearing for the last three years. "Without you, I would have died long ago. Today, let’s go shopping at the department store. I want to buy some clothes for you, Aunt Lan, and Uncle De."
"That’s not necessary," Tang Xuewu immediately waved her hands in refusal. "My parents and I have clothes. We don’t need anything." She had long since grown accustomed to pinching pennies and wearing clothes from street stalls. She no longer struggled against it.
"But it’s a heartfelt gesture. I want to do something for you," Qin Long insisted, gently taking her hand and pressing it to his cheek with a tender expression. "Please don’t refuse me, Xuewu. Alright?"
"Al... alright," Tang Xuewu stammered, her face blushing. She quickly pulled her hand back and lowered her head. "But just something simple. Don’t pick any big brands."
Qin Long immediately nodded in agreement.
When I was a fool, I couldn’t help you. Now that I’ve recovered, I must do something for you. He understood her desire to be frugal, but he also knew that when it was wrong to be modest, they had to be conspicuous. Otherwise, people would always bully them. For now, however, his hands were tied. His strength and his legs had not fully recovered, so he had to bide his time with the Tang Family for a little longer.
"Let’s go, then," Tang Xuewu said. Knowing he had some money now, she didn’t try to stop him.
"Take us to the new department store in Jiangzhong," Qin Long ordered the female bodyguard.
He didn’t actually know much about fashion, only that beautiful clothes were always expensive. He was determined to buy a few nice outfits for Xuewu—the prettiest clothes and jewelry he could find.
"Yes, Young Master Qin." The female bodyguard stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.
「Within a top-tier garden estate in Jiangzhong.」
Xiao Lingyue’s boudoir was filled with various weapons. Swords, staves, and all manner of throwing knives hung on the walls.
"Miss, we’ve purchased the number one, most top-tier garden estate in Jiangzhong," Qing’er reported, knocking before entering the room. "The total was one hundred eighty million."
Xiao Lingyue smiled with satisfaction. "After September nineteenth," she instructed, "if Tang Xuewu is willing to marry Commander Long, this hundred-million-yuan estate will be our betrothal gift. If she’s unwilling, sell it." Her tone left no room for argument.
Although Tang Xuewu was fair and beautiful, she was nothing special in Xiao Lingyue’s eyes. But if Brother Long liked her, then she would like her too.
"Miss, Commander Long has been safely released from the police station," Qing’er reported, mentioning his earlier arrest. "He’s currently accompanying Miss Tang to buy clothes."
Xiao Lingyue gave a dismissive wave of her hand, paying the matter no mind. In this world, who would dare to interrogate Qin Long?
"Zhao Ruoying of the Yaolong Group went to great lengths but was stopped at the station’s entrance," Qing’er continued. "And Jiang Haijing, the director of Lin’an District, personally went to get Commander Long out. She almost came to blows with the official in charge at the time. They were both sincere in their efforts to rescue him."
"Very good. If the opportunity arises, we can give them some support," Xiao Lingyue said, crossing her arms. Her calm posture projected an air of supreme confidence. "After all, meeting Commander Long is a blessing they couldn’t have earned in eight lifetimes."
Although it sounded arrogant, Qing’er deeply agreed.
The commander of the Heavenly Dragon Army... How revered was the Heavenly Dragon? For them to help him during this low point in his life meant they were destined to soar to new heights in the future. It truly was the fortune of a lifetime. Qin Long was merely lying dormant, waiting for his body to recover. Then, he would ascend once more.
"Miss, it really doesn’t have to be this way," Qing’er advised, her confusion showing. "There’s no need to let Commander Long rely on others. With your prestige, you could simply issue an order. Who would dare to trouble the Commander? Why must he endure such trials? It’s a complete joke that even a local snake like Han Bing would dare to make a move on him."
Qing’er truly did not understand.
