Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 1153: Open Strife and Hidden Struggle

Liang Feilong and his son were dumbfounded on the spot.

"What do you mean?" Liang Feilong glared fiercely at Qin Yi, ready to fight.

Qin Yi laughed, "I think you're stubborn. I've said so much, yet you still refuse me. Don't you find that annoying? So, I decided to use Long Hai's idea."

"You dare?" Liang Feilong rolled up his sleeves, his hair and beard bristling, "If you dare to touch a hair on Qingqing's head, I'll fight you to the death."

"You can't beat me."

Liang Feilong: "..."

"I do want to try and see how strong you are."

Qin Yi's eyes were peculiar, "Are you sure you want to try?"

Liang Feilong roared, "Unless you promise not to touch Qingqing."

"Why should I promise you?"

"If you don't promise, I'll fight you to the end."

Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, and his aura suddenly surged. The surrounding air froze, and the entire hall seemed to be sealed in an independent space. All the tables, chairs, and decorations lost their gravity and floated in the air.

Liang Feilong and his son were shocked and hurriedly activated their energy to resist.

Qin Yi slowly raised his hand and slapped it towards the two of them.

"Boom!"

The air in the entire hall erupted violently, as if forming an invisible mountain, pressing down on Liang Feilong and his son.

The invisible pressure made the ground tremble slightly. Liang Feilong and his son's faces changed drastically, like Mount Tai pressing down on them, nearly forcing them to their knees. What frightened them the most was the terrifying gravity, which carried a domineering pressure that made their divine souls tremble.

Especially since their cultivation seemed to be suddenly sealed, unable to be mobilized at all.

Qin Yi's hand slowly lowered a few inches, and the veins on Liang Feilong and his son's foreheads bulged, their faces red with strain, bending at the waist, nearly kneeling.

"Great hero, the food is ready. Are you done chatting? Can we go eat now?"

Just then, Liang Qingqing's voice came from outside.

Qin Yi released his hold immediately.

"Bang bang...!"

The suspended tables and chairs all fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Liang Feilong and his son felt the terrifying pressure retreat like a tide, the sudden release almost making them spit blood. Fortunately, their self-control was strong, and they gritted their teeth, forcibly swallowing the blood rising to their throats.

Liang Qingqing ran in, looking at the mess in front of her, her bright eyes filled with surprise.

"Great hero, what happened here?"

Qin Yi smiled, "Nothing, just had a sparring match with your grandpa."

"Then who won?" Liang Qingqing looked very interested.

"Well..." Qin Yi glanced at Liang Feilong and, amidst Liang Feilong's tense gaze, smiled and said, "It was a close match, evenly matched."

Liang Feilong breathed a sigh of relief and cast a grateful look at Qin Yi. But soon after, his face stiffened. This person had just bullied him; why should he be grateful?

Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, thinking this old man cared about his face, afraid of losing it in front of Liang Qingqing.

Only Liang Yongtian looked somewhat pale; Qin Yi's cultivation had left him feeling horrified.

"You're amazing! You're not much older than me, yet you can match my grandpa." Liang Qingqing's face was full of admiration.

Liang Feilong was dissatisfied, "Qingqing, isn't grandpa amazing too?"

"Of course grandpa is amazing, but I still think the great hero is more amazing. He's not much older than me, yet his cultivation is about the same as grandpa's. Isn't that more amazing?"

Liang Feilong felt deeply unhappy, feeling as if Qin Yi had stolen his precious granddaughter's affection.

Qin Yi stepped forward and naturally held Liang Qingqing's hand, "Let's go eat, I'm indeed a bit hungry. Little rascal, your grandpa actually has areas where he's more amazing than me."

"Where is he more amazing?" Liang Qingqing asked curiously.

"His skin is thicker than mine."

Liang Qingqing burst into laughter.

Liang Feilong's face darkened. This girl, all his care for her was in vain! Someone insults her grandpa, and she still laughs?

But anger was anger; he still walked quickly, inserting himself between Qin Yi and Liang Qingqing, forcibly separating them. This rascal dared to hold his precious granddaughter's hand?

"Qingqing, let's go quickly! Grandpa is hungry too." Liang Feilong took Qingqing's hand and walked quickly, leaving Qin Yi behind.

"Great hero, hurry up and catch up."

"Coming!" Qin Yi hastened his pace. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But Liang Feilong kept himself between Liang Qingqing and Qin Yi, not letting him get close.

Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and glanced sideways at Liang Yongtian.

Liang Yongtian gave a friendly smile, but his eyes still harbored an unshakable dread. He hadn't yet recovered from witnessing Qin Yi's strength.

They all moved to another hall, in the center of which was a redwood table laden with delicious dishes.

"Great hero, I didn't know what you like to eat, so I had them prepare a bit of everything."

Qin Yi smiled, "It's already great, thank you!"

Liang Qingqing beamed like a student earning praise, her eyes curving into crescents with her smile.

"Great hero, come sit down. If the dishes get cold, they won't taste good."

Qin Yi laughed, "Let's all dig in."

Liang Feilong ground his teeth, cursing inwardly, 'Damn, whose home is this anyway? You shameless prick.'

"Great hero, try it and see if it suits your taste."

Subsequently, Liang Qingqing continued putting food on Qin Yi's plate, which made Liang Feilong grit his teeth.

"Qingqing, grandpa can't reach that sautéed orchid, could you help serve some?"

"Oh."

Liang Feilong eagerly extended his empty bowl, but Liang Qingqing simply moved the plate in front of him, smiling, "Grandpa, now you can reach it, right?"

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow at Liang Feilong, whose face turned dark with rage.

"Qingqing, how do you peel this shrimp?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.

"Let me peel it for you."

Like an attentive young wife, Liang Qingqing peeled the shrimp and placed them onto Qin Yi's plate, watching him eat with a blissful expression.

"Great hero, why aren't you eating the fish?"

"I dislike fish bones."

"Then let me pick them out for you."

"Thank you, little rascal."

Liang Qingqing sweetly smiled, diligently picking out the fish bones. She had accepted the moniker "little rascal," appreciating its uniqueness.

But for some individuals, their teeth grinded audibly.

Liang Yongtian bowed his head, pretending not to notice the overt and covert conflict between Qin Yi and his father. Unlike his father, Liang Feilong, who had been a battle-hardened soldier all his life, he lacked the same fearlessness in the face of a display of power like Qin Yi's. He was still reeling from that intimidating display.

"Qingqing, could you peel a shrimp for grandpa too?" Liang Feilong asked with a hopeful smile.

Focusing intently on picking out fish bones, Liang Qingqing replied casually, "Grandpa, can you not interrupt me? I'm picking fish bones for the great hero. What if I miss one?"

Liang Feilong: "..."

He glared at Qin Yi furiously, 'It would serve you right if she missed one and you choked on it.'