For three years of marriage, Lin Feng was treated like a useless nobody.
His mother-in-law made him drink her foot bathwater, and he drank it. His brother-in-law swindled him out of money, and he handed it over. The whole city called him a kept man, and he just smiled and nodded.
His wife, Su Qingyue, finally snapped. “Are you even a man?”
Lin Feng said, “Just wait a little longer.”
Wait for what? For the day he no longer had to hide his identity as the Dragon King, and for his enemies to come crawling out of the woodwork.
Instead, he got a photo of a kidnapping. Su Qingyue was tied to a chair, and the message said: Come alone. Be ten minutes late, and we’ll send her back in a body bag.
Lin Feng sighed.
Three years. He’d held back for three whole years.
But if they laid a hand on his woman?
Then it was time to come clean.
That night, seventeen men were sprawled on the ground. Outside the door, twelve men in black knelt and called out, “Dragon Guard, welcome back, Chief!”
Su Qingyue stared at him in disbelief. “Who are you, really?”
“Your husband. And, by the way, the former king of the underworld.”
From then on, Lin Feng’s daily life changed. He cooked for his wife by day, took care of anyone trying to kill him at night, and in between dealt with all the women throwing themselves at him: the haughty heiress, the mature CEO, the cold-blooded assassin, the witch, the saintess, the policewoman, his first love, married women…
“Lin Feng, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”
Lin Feng came out of the kitchen holding a fried egg, looking utterly innocent. “I have no idea. Maybe I’m just too charming?”
“Should I take a number?”
Outside the window, seven helicopters swept past as the Dark Web’s headline updated:
“The Dragon King’s decree has resurfaced in Jiang City. The underworld welcomes its king’s return.”
The man who drank foot bathwater for three years was finally about to turn the tables.
How many wives will he end up with? How will he go from a live-in son-in-law to the Dao Master of Chaos?
Find out for yourself every night at eight.
