Ultimate Rich Son-in-law

From the moment the old thing, Ning Qianqiu, had announced the rerecognition of his position as the direct grandson, he had revealed himself to the outside world.    

In Ning Family, his own big brother along with the faction around him thought about letting him die no matter what.    

Ning Lo knew that Ning Fusu was only the first wave of their probing.    

Other than the people from Ning Family, the general who sent someone to assassinate him in the lower half of the city two days ago was also a huge risk.    

In a sense, Ning Lo was more fearful of this leader than the ones in his brother's faction.    

After all, Ning Family people still had to take that old thing Ning Qianqiu into consideration when they attacked him, so they didn't dare to be too brazen.    

However, the military head hiding behind his back didn't have this sort of worry.    

If they wanted to, they could attack him at any time.    

More importantly, Ning Lo still wasn't clear about the identity and background of this Military Commander.    

Was there an even bigger and more far-reaching power behind them, and their ultimate goal in dealing with him?    

The fact that he was completely unaware of the enemy's situation made Ning Lo feel a deep sense of crisis.    

"I hope you can really keep your promise. I don't want to see you back covered in wounds again!"    

Lin Qianxue's pretty face was covered in frost as she spoke coldly.    

She knew Ning Lo might not listen to her, but as his wife, she still had to do what she was told.    

"Yo, you're talking about love? When did State Arts Club change into a place to fall in love? "    

"If that's really the case, then I think it's better for your State Arts Club to give out the venue to our taekwondo club. Coincidentally, we've recruited too many people, so the stadium still doesn't have enough people."    

A mocking laugh sounded from outside the door.    

Following that was a wave of footsteps.    

Ning Lo frowned, he looked up and saw a row of Jiangcheng University students wearing Taekwondo uniforms cross the door and enter from the direction of the door.    

The one leading them was a handsome boy who was about the same height as him.    

With a tinge of a demonic smile on his face, he walked straight in.    

Behind him were dozens of Taekwondo students that were respectfully guarding him, as if they were stars surrounding the moon.    

"Wow, it's the Taekwondo club's president, Duanmu Chu. Hey, why is he here at State Arts Club?"    

"I don't know, but it definitely isn't a good thing. I remember that last time, this Duanmu Chu was rejected by our president. I'm afraid he isn't here to cause trouble right?"    

"Judging from his tone, it seems to be true. "This guy, he thinks that he's amazing just because he's handsome. He's simply detestable."    

"If Duanmu Chu is just handsome, do you think he would be able to take the seat of the president of the Taekwondo club? "Not only is he handsome, he also has strength. Furthermore, his studies are also good. Naturally, he is highly sought after at school."    

When Duanmu Chu, who wore a white uniform, stepped into the National Art Museum, it immediately attracted a lot of discussion.    

And the discussion towards him seemed to be even more heated than Lau Xiang's earlier. It was clear that Duanmu Chu's popularity in Jiangcheng University was even higher than Lau Xiang's.    

"Duanmu Chu, this is my State Arts Club arena, please take your people and leave immediately!"    

Lin Mohan became angry again when she saw Duanmu Chu. She took a step forward and started scolding loudly.    

"Humph!" "There are no tigers in the mountain, but monkeys are king. Lin Mohan, you don't have the qualifications to speak to me. Call Mu Yunbing out to see me."    

"Our president isn't here. If you have anything to say to me, say it."    

Lin Mohan didn't get angry even after being belittled by Duanmu Chu. She just glared at him and responded.    

"Not here? Could he have fled before the battle? Did she forget about her three year agreement with our president? "    

In the taekwondo club, someone shouted.    

"A three year agreement? What three year agreement?"    

Someone muttered in astonishment. It was obvious that he didn't know what had happened during the three year agreement.    

On the other side, when Lin Mohan and the group of people who were clear on the details heard the words' Promise of Three Years', their faces darkened as well.    

"Three years ago, the president entered the Jiangcheng University together with this Duanmu Chu. At that time, Duanmu Chu pursued our president, but the president didn't agree. There was a time when our State Arts Club almost failed to find a student. In the end, it was only because of the president's three years of agreement with Duanmu Chu that our State Arts Club recovered. "    

"Oh, so there are some secrets hidden within, then what exactly is the deal for the three year agreement?"    

"The president and Duanmu Chu agreed that three years later, State Arts Club and the Taekwondo club would choose all sorts of people to fight against each other. If one side wins, the loser would have to take a detour and give up their biggest training ground as well as half of the school society's entry slots for the next three years. In other words, if our State Arts Club wins this match, then when the taekwondo club sees our State Arts Club, they must take a detour, and our State Arts Club will use the largest training ground. Also, every year, when there are nearly three hundred people in the taekwondo club, we will allocate one hundred and fifty people to our State Arts Club. On the other hand, it's the same. "    

"Of course, this is only out in the open. It's said that our president made a personal bet with Duanmu Chu."    

"They made a bet in private?"    

"Yes!" In a personal duel between the president and Duanmu Chu, the president can afford to agree to be Duanmu Chu's woman if he loses. If Duanmu Chu loses, he can transfer schools and leave Jiangcheng University. "    

"F * * k, this is too unfair. Why is it that our president wants to be a woman when he loses? Why is it that he loses completely unscathed and only transfers to another academy?"    

After all, our State Arts Club is already weak. Back then, our president had to go through a lot of trouble to get this guy to agree to the wager. Otherwise, it would be hard to say if we have State Arts Club now.    

"Sigh... What a pity, a dignified State Arts Club has actually been reduced to such a state. If Senior Tiehgu was here, he wouldn't have been oppressed to such an extent. "    

Surrounding them, the students who were aware of what was going on in the State Arts Club were discussing softly with each other.    

Ning Lo stood aside and listened to most of the grievances and grievances.    

"Why are you not saying anything, are you mute, or are you guys unable to afford to lose and are preparing to go back on your words?"    

"If it's really like that, then we might as well disband the State Arts Club together. What era is it now, and still keep up with the Old Ancestor's useless tricks. A bunch of elm lumps that can't keep up with the times."    

The boy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who was standing next to Duanmu Chu, started to shout again.    

"Zhou Xin, you traitor, you still have the face to say that our State Arts Club is bad? Do you believe that I won't break your dog teeth right now?"    

"Aiyo, Assistant Lin, you sure are impressive." "I just mistakenly entered the Taekwondo club, luckily I found something wrong in the middle, and turned my head to the Taekwondo club. I know what's good for me, but I don't even get close to a single cent of the traitor you mentioned. If you continue talking nonsense, I'll sue you for slander."    

"But since we're classmates, I won't argue with you. "I'll have to trouble Assistant Lin to invite President Mu out. Our president has a lot of things to do, so we don't have the time to waste here."    

The monkey-faced man, who was called Zhou Xin, had a fierce look in his eyes as he shouted out with a cold voice.