A live-in son-in-law.

This term had always been derogatory. Although Wen Jueyuan’s tone wasn’t overtly mocking, if you read between the lines, you’d find nothing but disdain.

He could admit to himself that, were they to fight, he’d be no match for Su Yi, but in his heart, Wen Jueyuan still looked down on him.

Su Yi looked at Wen Jueyuan, shook his head, and sighed. “Sometimes, it’s harder to admit your own weakness than to acknowledge another’s strength. You’re the leading figure of the Wen Family’s younger generation, yet you can only resort to using my status to slander me. What a good-for-nothing.”

“You…” Wen Jueyuan’s expression instantly turned incomparably unsightly. Su Yi’s words were like a knife, stabbing him right where it hurt the most.

Su Yi looked at him flatly. “What, has your shame made you angry? I’m standing right here. So long as you have the courage to attack, I’ll take back what I just said.”

Wen Jueyuan’s expression shifted back and forth, so furious, his eyes practically spat fire.

But in the end, he really didn’t dare do anything.

This was because he knew that he had no hope of victory whatsoever, and that if he tried and lost, he’d only embarrass...