Chapter 117: I’m the Dragon King, and You Want Me to Wash Feet with Water?
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After an all-nighter, he finally finished typing 50,000 words.
His eyes were bloodshot, but he was exhilarated. "Dragon King Zhao Tian! I refuse to believe you won't die!"
With that, he made a phone call, then leaned back, ready to sleep.
Before long, a man arrived—Lu Mobai's assistant, responsible for handling various work affairs.
"Boss, what's the matter?"
Lu Mobai handed him a USB flash drive. "This is the online novel I just wrote. Publish it."
The assistant was taken aback. "Alright, boss. Which website are we working with? How should we charge?"
"Cooperate? Charge?" Lu Mobai shook his head. "No cooperation, no charges!"
The assistant was stunned. "No cooperation? No fees?"
If there's no deal and no profit, why even publish it?
"I mean, manually distribute it across all platforms. Upload it to every website you can find! Also, launch an ad campaign to draw traffic. I want this novel to be seen across the entire Yan Kingdom—and even the world!"
Lu Mobai's bloodshot eyes burned with resentment. "I want everyone to know how idiotic Dragon King Zhao Tian is! That bastard dared to steal my woman—he's going to pay for it!"
His assistant, intimidated by Lu Mobai's intensity, grabbed the USB and ran out.
Not long after, an online novel titled Dragon King: The City's Son-in-Law flooded multiple platforms.
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Synopsis:
He was once the sole heir of a powerful hidden family!
He was once the Dragon King, feared across the world!
He once stood at the peak of power, able to shake the heavens!
But now…
He's a worthless live-in son-in-law, reduced to washing his wife's feet...
The stark contrast was gripping. Many readers couldn't help but click in.
With the help of a massive marketing campaign, the novel quickly gained traction.
Among the readers was Wang Feng, a well-known livestreamer who specialized in reviewing and ridiculing web novels. Having read countless stories, he thought he'd seen every cliché imaginable. But this… this was something new.
Smirking, he muttered, "Dragon King: The City's Son-in-Law, huh? Interesting. Let's see if this novel has potential. If it's good, I'll recommend it. If it's trash, I'll roast it to death!"
With that, he clicked on Chapter 1.
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Chapter 1: The Three-Year Deadline Has Arrived!
"Zhao Tian, fetch me water for my foot bath!"
"This is too hot! Are you trying to burn me alive? Do it again!"
"Useless! You're incapable of anything—not even washing feet properly. How did I end up with such a worthless husband?"
"I must have been blind to marry you!"
"From today onward, you are expelled from the Li family!"
Wang Feng paused, nodding in approval. "This author has skill! In just a few lines, he's vividly portrayed the wife's arrogance, the mother-in-law's cruelty, and the protagonist's utter humiliation. The tension is off the charts! I can't wait to see him turn the tables!"
Eagerly, he continued reading.
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"The Dragon King's escorts have arrived!"
"How dare you insult the Dragon King!"
"Dragon King? Ha! He's just a pathetic son-in-law in our Li family, and he can't even wash feet properly!"
"The three-year deadline has arrived! My lord, please return to your rightful place!"
(Dragon King, crooked smirk.)
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Wang Feng clapped his hands. "Brilliant! Just when the tension peaks, his loyal guards arrive! This is the perfect setup for a power shift. I'm hyped!"
Excitement surged within him.
As a veteran reader, having gone through thousands of novels and seen every trope under the sun, few stories truly thrilled him anymore.
But this…
This one sparked something inside him.
"Alright! Time for some face-slapping!"
"Make them regret looking down on the Dragon King!"
Anticipation mounting, he read on.
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SMACK! (A slap.)
"What are you standing around for? The water's cold! Hurry up and fetch more!"
"Wait… was that all just a dream?!"
"Damn it! But even if it was a dream, I, the Dragon King, refuse to be humiliated like this!"
"Only 365 days remain until the three-year deadline. I'll endure for one more year. And when I return, I'll make them all pay!"
SMACK! (Another slap.)
"What are you daydreaming for? Get out of my sight!"
"Yes, dear..."
"Ugh, I swear! If I don't discipline you, you forget your place!"
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Wang Feng nearly choked.
"You've got to be kidding me… It was all just a fantasy?!"
The revelation hit him like a truck.
"I was all fired up, ready for a glorious comeback, and you give me this?!"
He crossed his arms, letting out a deep sigh. "Author, you sly bastard… You really played me there."
"I was about to pop open some champagne for the Dragon King's rise, and instead, you throw me into another round of humiliation?!"
Frustrated, he lit a cigarette to calm himself down.
After taking a deep drag, he picked up his phone again. "Fine. I'll keep reading. I have to see the Dragon King's comeback, or I won't be able to sleep tonight!"
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Day Two:
The Dragon King fetches foot-washing water for his wife again.
"Go wash my best friend's feet too."
"I am the mighty Dragon King! You expect me to wash her feet as well?!"
SMACK! (A slap.)
"Will you do it or not?"
"I… I will!"
"That's more like it. By the way, her feet sweat a lot—add extra salt to kill the bacteria."
"H-How much salt?"
"Taste it yourself."
(Dragon King, crooked smirk.)
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Wang Feng: "Pfft!"
He nearly spat out his drink.
"Damn it! How is he still washing feet?! First his wife, then her friend? This Dragon King is too much! I can't take it anymore!"
Frustrated but intrigued, he scrolled further.
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Day Three:
The Dragon King, once again, fetches water.
"Go wash my secretary's feet!"
"I am the mighty Dragon King! You want me to wash your secretary's feet with my own hands? That's outrageous!"
SMACK! (A slap.)
"Are you going or not?"
"I-I'll go!"
"That's better. Oh, and her feet sweat even more—use extra salt!"
"H-How much salt?"
"Taste it yourself."
(Dragon King, crooked smirk.)
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Wang Feng: "PFFT!"
His stomach hurt from laughing too hard.
"I can't… This is too much. I was expecting a glorious comeback, and instead, the Dragon King keeps getting humiliated!"
He clutched his phone, torn between exasperation and amusement.
"Damn it! Author, I don't know whether to praise you or send you hate mail! This is both painful and hilarious!"