The Soft and Cute Son-in-Law Falls for the Dominant Father-in-Law

"Brother, I'm so hungry."

Tang Wulin pouted, clutching his stomach with a distressed expression.

Tang Heng understood that this was a side effect of the Gold Dragon King bloodline awakening, much like how his own hunger bar skyrocketed after awakening the two Dragon King martial souls; it was time to eat something to settle his stomach.

"Before you eat, go take a shower first. Don't you feel uncomfortable being all sticky and sweaty?"

"Ah? I guess you're right!"

So much had happened just now that little Wulin's brain couldn't process such complex events, and he had completely forgotten about bathing.

Only now did he realize that his body was soaked in sweat, feeling sticky and thoroughly unpleasant.

The two brothers climbed out of bed one after the other, careful not to disturb their parents in the living room. Little Wulin tiptoed to the bathroom to rinse off, then simply washed his clothes and hung them on the bedroom windowsill to dry.

Sigh, my little brother is not only sensible but also quite cute.

Without the grooming of that group of gods in the future and the Three Ghosts causing trouble, perhaps Tang Wulin would have walked a completely different path in life.

Witnessing everything, Tang Heng felt a pang of emotion in his heart.

This only strengthened his resolve to remove the divine consciousness of Tang San.

It was not just to ensure he wouldn't be backstabbed in the future, but also so his brother would no longer have to endure that abstract ten-thousand-year ordeal.

While Tang Wulin was showering, Tang Heng sat quietly in the bedroom, savoring the sensation of the two Dragon King martial souls merging, trying to grasp that moment of equilibrium.

One had to admit, the lore of Douluo was truly a tangled mess.

Originally, the canon of this era suggested that the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings merging would allow one to attain the God position of the Dragon God, yet ten thousand years later, a bunch of inexplicable things had been added.

It made it quite difficult for Tang Heng, a former Master Redstone, to handle.

But it didn't matter; he still had the MC plane in his hands. Relying on mods and the power of the plane, even if the Gold and Silver Dragon fusion couldn't achieve the Dragon God status, he could just go to the MC plane and complete the mod questlines to achieve the same result.

When the time came, he would go through a hundred cycles of reincarnation to stack his limits to the extreme; if Tang San returned and he couldn't kill him with one punch, then he'd consider it a failure.

After showering, Tang Heng and Wulin returned to the living room.

Seeing both children emerge, Lang Yue, who had just been discussing tuition fees with her husband, immediately stopped talking, not wanting financial worries to dampen the children's spirits.

"You're up? Come and eat."

"Okay!"

Tang Wulin was already famished; he sat at the table, took the bowl his mother handed him, and began to devour the food.

Tang Heng was also starving. The recent Dragon King martial soul fusion had enhanced his physique, but the cost was that his hunger bar had bottomed out again.

Tang Ziran and his wife sat to the side, watching the two children wolf down their food, initially smiling and urging them to slow down.

But gradually, as the brothers finished eight bowls of rice and cleared three plates of dishes, the smiles on the couple's faces began to freeze.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue were filled with shock; even if they hadn't eaten lunch, they shouldn't be eating this much!

Was this a side effect of awakening their martial souls?

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue hadn't even finished their own meal, as the food on the table had been swept away like a whirlwind into their sons' stomachs.

Even so, the brothers still seemed to have an appetite for more.

"Son, is this what they call 'turning grief into appetite'?" After the very last bit of food had vanished into Tang Wulin and Tang Heng's stomachs, and Lang Yue had sternly forbidden them from eating anything else, Tang Ziran couldn't help but ask.

"Why would I be sad?"

Tang Wulin's bright eyes blinked, filled with clarity and innocence.

"Let's put that aside for now. Are you planning to attend the Soul Master class?" Tang Ziran asked.

Tang Wulin glanced at his brother, who was still licking his fingers, and nodded solemnly: "Yes! I want to become a Soul Master, earn money to support Mom and Dad, and not cause any more trouble for Brother."

"If Mom and Dad are worried about tuition, there's really no need. I have Innate Full Soul Power, so tuition is waived for the primary academy."

Although Innate Full Soul Power had become less valuable as history progressed, at least the blind teacher, Su Haitao, had reported his martial soul as the Golden Dragon.

A True Dragon martial soul plus Innate Full Soul Power—with this configuration, it wasn't that he wanted to go to Red Mountain Academy, but that Red Mountain Academy would be begging him to attend.

Tang Heng said this while using his chopsticks to pick up the last sweet and sour pork rib on the plate.

"Not only that, I have another source of income, which is more than enough to cover my brother's schooling."

Hearing this, Tang Ziran frowned slightly and asked: "Son, what have you been doing behind our backs? Our family may be poor, but you must never do anything illegal or immoral."

A person must have a conscience!

Tang Heng smiled slightly, put down his bowl and chopsticks, walked into the bedroom, and took out the laptop sitting on the desk.

This was a second-hand computer he had bought with the red envelopes he had saved up over the past few months.

In the era of the Douluo Federation, technological development was already approaching modern levels. Perhaps due to the existence of martial souls, the development of entertainment in this world was still slightly inferior to his previous one.

As a transmigrator, he had to leverage his own advantages.

"Literary pursuits are for the poor, martial arts for the rich"—the path of a Soul Master was built on money and resources, unless someone was as useless as Gangzi.

Finding an easy way to earn Federation Credits was something Tang Heng had planned to do even before he awakened his martial soul.

In the event that his talent was poor and he lacked a cheat, being a wealthy man was still better than being a work-study student.

"Dad, look, this is the novel I wrote. I already made twenty thousand Federation Credits in the first month!"

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue both leaned in toward the screen, their expressions turning to ones of disbelief after seeing the click count and number of comments.

"Soft and Cute Son-in-Law Falls for Domineering Father-in-Law? What kind of strange title is this... Does anyone actually read this stuff?" Lang Yue's expression was puzzled; the more she learned about these bizarre things, the more she felt she was getting old and out of touch with the times.

"Of course people read it! Look, someone even sent a tip begging for more updates."

After quickly skimming the first chapter, Tang Ziran pinched the bridge of his nose. He had intended to ruthlessly roast it, but remembering that this was his son's work, he changed his tune:

"Ahem, it's not bad. My son is truly amazing!"

"Since that's the case, Wulin, you must study hard and not let your brother's good intentions go to waste."

Tang Wulin nodded, thinking of how his brother had just helped him defeat a low-level Dragon Beast, and now, was writing books to pay for his schooling.

The warmth of familial love made his eyes turn slightly red.

The brief conversation ended, and after Tang Heng and Tang Wulin watched television in the living room for a while, they were urged by Lang Yue to go to bed.

Having just awakened his Gold Dragon King bloodline today, and having eaten a massive amount that evening, Tang Wulin naturally grew sleepy quickly. After listening to a bedtime story, he drifted off to sleep.

Listening to the light snoring from the bunk below, Tang Heng sat cross-legged on his bed, circulating his soul power to meditate.

How does a Demon from Beyond the Heavens defeat a fated protagonist?

Naturally, through ninety-nine percent cheating, combined with that one percent of effort.

Tang Heng relied on the instinct of his martial soul to conduct preliminary meditation, during which he also attempted to fuse the soul power of the Gold Dragon King and Silver Dragon King, though it was too stable and the effect wasn't as good as it had been at noon.

By the second half of the night, the moonlight had grown thick.

Just as Tang Heng climbed out of bed and opened his laptop to continue writing, a notification suddenly popped up in his dashboard.

"Due to suspected violations of XX regulations, your work <Soft and Cute Son-in-Law Falls for Domineering Father-in-Law> has been removed from the platform?!"

"This is rigged!"