Doctor Son-in-law Rises to Power - I Want to Break Off the Engagement

Ironvale Continent, Evergreen Peak.

Logan Barnes knelt before his master, tears streaming down his face.

“Please, Master, don’t make me leave the mountain! I want to stay here for a few more years to honor you! I’m only twenty-three; I’m not ready to get married yet!”

The gray-haired old sage held a wine gourd in his hand, lounging in a recliner with his legs crossed. He took a leisurely sip of wine and then scolded him, “You’re a grown man! What kind of person wouldn’t want to marry? I’ve found you a beautiful wife—just enjoy it!”

Logan glared at the old man, furious. “You old ghost! You know I’m a man, and you still want me to become a live-in son-in-law?”

“I’m doing this for your own good!” The old man sat up, patted Logan on the shoulder, and spoke earnestly, “The daughter of the Ashford family is a rare and extraordinary woman. She’s a perfect match for you—a man brimming with vitality! I’ve gone through a lot to arrange this marriage; you mustn’t…”

“Why did I hear you agreed to the Ashford family’s marriage proposal after accepting twenty barrels of their finest liquor?” Logan shot the old man a sideways glance.

The old man looked embarrassed and muttered, “Ahem! Who’s been spreading such gossip?

“Logan, do you really think your master would sell you out for twenty barrels of wine?”

“Yes!” Logan nodded without hesitation.

This old man would do anything for a drink, so selling his apprentice was nothing!

The old man looked aggrieved. “Ahem! Boy, you’ve wronged your master! I once told your fortune, and Lydia Ashford is your perfect match in this life…”

Logan shouted angrily, “You’re a terrible fortune teller! I will never be a live-in son-in-law! Forget about it!

Besides, I’m practically a monk—how can I get married?”

The old man glanced at him. “You’re no monk! I, Richmond Yam, have practiced the ways of the Sage Arts for forty years, and none of the disciples I’ve trained have become monks. Are you insulting my intelligence? Who gave you the precepts?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “If I’m not a monk, why did you shave my head when I was a child?”

The old man snorted. “I did it because it was easier! Saves water, electricity, and makes you look sharp!”

“Old ghost, is there no way to change this?”

Logan stood up, determined. It seemed the old man was resolute in sending him down the mountain.

The old man nodded. “I’ve already bought your tickets! You’ll be heading down today and will reach Emberlyn City in two hours. Lydia Ashford will personally pick you up at the station!

You’re registering for the marriage tomorrow! Don’t even think about backing out. And remember, the Ashford family might know about the cable car accident eighteen years ago!”

Logan, who had planned to pretend to obey and then escape after leaving the mountain, froze when he heard this. His face turned pale, and he said weakly, “Alright, I’ll go down the mountain now!”

The old man was overjoyed. He had finally convinced the boy, and now he could enjoy the twenty barrels of Ashford’s original liquor in peace!

You see, this was a top-grade brew reserved for state banquets, with each bottle costing more than five thousand!

Suddenly, the old man felt a sharp pain in his stomach and groaned. Logan grinned and said, “Old ghost, since you’re making me be your son-in-law, I’ll treat you to some health-preserving soup. Am I not a filial disciple?

Hurry to the toilet, so you don’t soil your pants! I’m leaving now, but I’ll come back to visit you later!”

“Get out! And never come back! You ungrateful disciple!” the old man shouted while running to the toilet. After a hectic time in the bathroom, he finally found relief!

This boy had somehow managed to get black bat urine from the treacherous cliffs, mixed it with wine, and even fooled his master, the great healer Richmond Yam. Whether it was martial arts or medical skills, he had surpassed his master. It was indeed time for him to go down the mountain!

After all, he was the disciple he had personally trained—better than his master in every way. The old man’s heart was full of pride and relief.

He reached for the basket of toilet paper next to him, but his face darkened when he saw that the toilet paper was gone, replaced by a handful of sawtooth grass!

“Logan Barnes!”

The old man’s furious roar echoed across Evergreen Peak!

…

When Logan was seven years old, his parents took him to Evergreen Peak for a trip. The cable car had an accident and fell from a height of over 300 feet. His parents died on the spot,

but due to his light weight, he was caught by a tree and rescued by his master. He had lived in the mountains for sixteen years.

Perhaps it was a side effect of the accident, but Logan had very few memories from before he was seven.

As a result, he was unfamiliar with the city of his birth.

But the old man wasn’t wrong—someone did come to the train station to pick him up.

At the exit, he saw a plump young woman holding a sign with his name on it. Could she be Lydia Ashford?

The old ghost’s taste wasn’t bad. A woman with wide hips could bear many children!

“Are you Logan Barnes?” Seeing a young man walk up to her, pointing at the sign and then at himself, the plump woman’s jaw nearly dropped!

This kid looked so out of place!

He had a big bald head and was wearing sportswear clearly bought from a rural market. He had on a pair of white sneakers so outdated you couldn’t even find them in Emberlyn!

Seeing her looking at him, Logan smiled and said, “If the old man had told me you looked like this earlier, I wouldn’t have given him such a hard time!

But we can’t rush into marriage. It’s a big deal, after all. I think we should get to know each other for a few days first. What do you think, Lydia?”

The young woman was incredulous. Was this the man President Ashford had chosen?

There were so many people pursuing her. If you closed your eyes and picked one at random, they’d be better than this guy, right?

And this guy acted like he was reluctant to marry President Ashford? Where did he get that kind of confidence?

The plump woman’s face darkened, and she said unhappily, “I’m Zoe, President Ashford’s secretary. How could she come to a place like this! She’s waiting for you in the parking lot. Come with me!”

So it wasn’t her! Logan felt a bit disappointed. He wondered if Lydia Ashford had a better figure than this woman.

He hadn’t seen many women growing up, and no one had ever taught him about relationships. His understanding of women was quite limited.

When he was younger, his master told him he would find him a wife with wide hips who could bear many children. This had been his standard for judging women ever since.

In the parking lot of Emberlyn Train Station, the door of a red Lexus opened,

and a woman in a rose-red dress stepped out. She had dark eyebrows, fair skin, and a pair of bright eyes that glanced in the direction of the exit.

At that moment, it seemed as if the entire world dimmed in comparison, and everyone nearby was captivated by the woman in the red dress.

“Is that Lydia Ashford? Oh my God, she really is my goddess!”

“What do you mean, your goddess? She’s the goddess of all the men in Emberlyn!”

“Lydia Ashford, I love you! Oh my God, she’s so perfect! This is the first time I’ve seen her up close! I want to go over and ask for her autograph!”

But before the man could even get close to her, a young man in a brand-name suit walked over, slapped him across the face, kicked him, and cursed, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get lost!”

After being slapped and kicked for no reason, the man wanted to get angry,

but when he saw the young man’s face, his bravado evaporated. He lowered his head, covered his face, and apologized to the young man, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hawthorne! I’ll leave right away!”

Almost everyone in Emberlyn City knew that this Mr. Hawthorne was pursuing Lydia Ashford!

And he had the clout to do so. Young, rich, and worth more than a billion, who would dare to compete with him?

“What are you doing here!” Lydia frowned.

She didn’t like Stephen Hawthorne. He was arrogant, rude, and had a terrible character. He was like an annoying fly, always buzzing around wherever she went.

Stephen smiled and said, “Lydia, I heard you came to the train station to pick someone up in person. I just wanted to see who could be so important!”

What does this have to do with you!

Lydia was about to chase him away when Zoe returned and said, “Ms. Ashford, I’ve picked him up!”

Him?

Was Lydia Ashford really going to marry such a bumpkin?

Lydia looked at Logan with an expression as if she had just seen a pile of cow dung—disgust was etched all over her face.

But before she could say anything, the supposed pile of cow dung spoke up with disgust:

“Are you Lydia Ashford? Am I supposed to marry you? You’ve got no curves—no breasts and no butt! I’m not doing it. I want to cancel the engagement!”