All Chapters of The Return of the God level Son in Law: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
Chapter One: The Dog of the Zhang Family
I stood in the corner of the grand banquet hall, ignored by everyone but the servers.Crystals glittered overhead like the teeth of some great beast. Laughter echoed through the chandeliers, bouncing between the walls as champagne flowed freely and everyone pretended I didn’t exist. I wasn’t wearing a designer suit like the others. No Rolex. No flashy gold chain. Just a wrinkled white shirt I ironed by hand that morning, and black shoes so worn you could see the edge of my sock.To them, I was nothing more than a ghost.No, it was worse.I was the dog of the Zhang family.“Li Tian, you’re blocking the waiters. Move.” That voice. Sharp as glass, cold as ice. Zhang Meiling, my mother-in-law. She didn’t even look at me as she spoke, she just waved her hand like I was an annoying fly.I saw the way she looked at me like I was a piece of trash, she never hid the fact that she didn't like me, even when we were around guests.I stepped back silently, bowing my head.It was easier this way.E
Chapter Two: Welcome Back, Lord Tian
The parking lot was still and cold. My footsteps echoed as I walked between luxury cars, each one more ridiculous than the last. There were Maseratis, Bentleys, Lamborghinis, the toys of the arrogant sons of the elite.And yet, for all their noise, none of them could buy the kind of silence that followed me now.My phone buzzed again.Not the old one, the burner. The real one, now reactivated.A new message glowed across the black screen:“Command center online. Awaiting location ping.”Another buzz followed.Then another.Like a hive of hornets waking from slumber.One by one, encrypted lines came alive. Ghost numbers. Hidden networks. Forgotten names.Dragon Court had returned.And with it, so had I.****Ten minutes later, I stepped into a private suite on the 66th floor of the Sky Eagle Tower,it was a building no one knew I owned. It had been registered under a dummy corporation in Singapore, then layered under a subsidiary in Geneva, until it was forgotten by the very people who h
Chapter Three: A Taste of Obedience
I woke before dawn.It was an Old habit.Being the Zhangs servant, I had gotten used to waking up before any of them got up.Even now, with power at my fingertips, I couldn’t shake the instinct to rise early before the noise, before the masks came on. The Zhang household was still asleep, silent except for the ticking of the antique clock in the hall and the low hum of the refrigerator.I sat on the edge of my narrow guestroom bed and stared at the same cracked wallpaper I’d seen for three years. Nothing had changed. Not the peeling paint. Not the rusted fan above my head.But I had.Everyone else just didn’t know it yet.I retrieved my burner phone from its hiding spot inside an empty power bank and tapped the encrypted channel Duan Yu set up last night. “Status?”Within seconds, the reply came. “Qin family retreating. Zhang accounts remain frozen. Preparing Phase Two: Public Leverage.”I smiled faintly.Leverage. That was always the key. Not power. Not violence. Leverage.Because
Chapter Four: The Dragon Remembers
The night crept in heavy and slow, like smoke slipping under a door.I lay on my back, staring at the cracked ceiling in the Zhang family guest room. The bed was too small, the mattress thin, the air warm and sticky. But it wasn’t the heat that kept me awake.It was the memories.They had a habit of creeping in when the noise died down.I blinked once, twice… and let myself fall into them.****Two Years Ago in Marrakesh, MoroccoThe night air was laced with blood and sweat.I pressed my palm against the gash in my side, breath shallow, footsteps uneven. The rooftop beneath my feet swayed as the wind howled over the city like a curse.Behind me, Duan Yu was limping, half-conscious.And ahead?A man I once called brother.“Li Tian,” he called, stepping into the moonlight. “You shouldn’t have come back.”I stared at him.Chen Hao.One of my five original lieutenants. My shadow during the early years of the Court. The man I’d once trusted with my life.He now held a pistol trained at my
Chapter Five: The Auction of the Arrogant
We arrived in three separate cars.The Zhang family wanted to make a statement.After all, the auction that evening wasn’t just a business event,it was the place to be seen by Jincheng’s elite. A charity auction hosted at the city’s most expensive hotel, the Golden Pavilion Grand, attracting the kind of guests whose net worth was measured in cities, not currencies.Normally, I wouldn’t have come.But tonight was different.Tonight, I was going to remind them all who ruled this jungle.Zhang Deshun insisted I sit in the rear of the second car, like baggage. I didn’t argue. Let him think I was still the obedient mutt who carried his bags three years running. Zhang Meiling barely acknowledged me. But Zhang Xue’er?She looked at me differently now.With suspicion and wariness.And something else.almosr like… anticipation.****The ballroom sparkled.Gold chandeliers, imported crystal goblets, violins humming in the background. Men in tuxedos and women in gowns that could feed a village f
Chapter Six: A Storm Begins to Stir
By morning, the city was boiling.My name—Li Tian—had torn through the social and financial networks of Jincheng like wildfire. What started as whispers had turned into headlines. Not just on the gossip sites, but in the serious outlets too.“Who Is Li Tian? Silent Husband of Zhang Heiress Outbids City Titans at Charity Auction.”“Dragon Holdings CEO Exposed? Sources Say the Mysterious Billionaire Lives in Zhang Family’s Villa.”Everywhere I looked, i saw news alerts, private finance groups, encrypted business chatrooms,my name was on everyone’s lips.But not the name they feared.Not Dragon King.Not yet.I would let them circle.Let them bite at shadows.The deeper I buried the truth, the more dangerous I became.****Zhang Meiling slammed the newspaper onto the table. Her eyes were wide with greed.“Why didn’t you tell us?” she snapped. “You have money? Influence? You own Dragon Holdings?!”I sipped my tea calmly.She lunged forward. “You let us humiliate you for years while you we
Chapter Seven: No Mercy for Warnings
I don’t forget attacks. Especially not ones made in the dark.The flower shop explosion wasn’t just a warning,it was a provocation. A way to test whether I was still the same man they tried to bury two years ago. Back then, The Circle believed I had grown too powerful too quickly. They whispered that my rule came from luck and blood rather than legacy. They schemed behind closed doors, sent traitors from within my ranks, and spread their roots into every system I once owned.They thought they’d ended me in Marrakesh.But the dragon they buried had claws. And now I was done pretending to sleep.By morning, I had gathered a list. Not of suspects. Not of culprits. But of weak links. Everyone who had done business with The Circle in the last six months in this city. Brokers. Couriers. Finance puppets. Shell owners hiding accounts under charitable causes.It wasn’t a long list. The Circle moved quietly.But even quiet networks leave fingerprints when they become cocky.I lit a cigarette I
Chapter Eight: The Poison Within the Bloom
For the first time in years, the Zhang family household was quiet. Usually they had one guest or the other but today it was different.The villa was not peaceful, it was never peaceful. Just quiet, like a ballroom after a masquerade, with torn silk masks and half-drunk glasses littering the corners. That silence before the real mess reveals itself. And in that quiet, I could feel the weight of every eye watching me.Meiling, Deshun, even the house staff,none of them could look me in the eye without some cocktail of fear, confusion, and desperation in their gaze. The charity auction had turned their reality upside down. The rumors spreading through Jincheng’s elite class had done the rest.They no longer knew what kind of man lived under their roof.But Zhang Xue’er was different.She hadn’t run. She hadn’t pretended. In fact, she watched me even more closely now,not with contempt or suspicion, but with the same intensity as someone realizing they had mistaken a lion for a housecat… an
Chapter Nine: The Grandfather’s Secrets
There are three ways to start a war. The first is loud,public, violent, and unavoidable. The second is quiet,through finance, blackmail, and silent allegiances. The third is personal,something buried so deep, the victim doesn't even know it’s already begun. That’s the one they chose for me. The morning air was sharp when I left the villa. I hadn’t slept. Not because of insomnia, but because I could feel something shifting in the soil beneath my feet. The meeting with Jiang Mu had confirmed it: the Circle wasn’t simply targeting me,they were preparing to erase everything I had touched. My network. My name. Even the few people who still mattered. And if they couldn’t break me directly, they would reach for those closest. Zhang Xue’er was a prime target. That terrified me more than I thought it would. **** At the Zhang Family Memorial Estate I didn’t expect to visit his grave again so soon. Zhang Guoyang—Xue’er’s grandfather. The one man in this family who ever treated me li
Chapter Ten: The King Steps Into the Light
I had spent the last five years building an empire behind the curtain, letting my enemies believe I had died in Marrakesh. Letting the world forget the name that once sent governments into negotiation rooms and corporate giants into panic. But now, it was time to return to the board and flip it over Power isn’t always taken in secret. Sometimes, the most devastating blow is dealt under the sun, while the world watches,too stunned to act, too afraid to breathe. That was the purpose of my announcement. The Circle had made their first open move. Now, I would make mine. **** Sky Eagle Tower : 11:00 AM The skyline of Jincheng was a grid of glass, steel, and silent ambition. And at its center stood Sky Eagle Tower,taller than all the rest, home to the corporate front of Dragon Holdings. It was there, in the thirty-ninth floor conference room overlooking the city, that I prepared for the press conference that would change the course of the region’s power structure. Duan Yu stood be