My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen quickly sent his exact coordinates to Sophie via text message, then gently hung up the phone. He stood by the road, his eyes occasionally scanning the distance, thinking about the time he was about to spend with Sophie. The breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it also made him feel particularly sober.

At this moment, "cough cough..." A sudden and violent cough broke the silence around him and instantly attracted Xiao Chen's attention. He quickly turned his head and his eyes fell on an old man not far away.

The old man looked to be about seventy years old. He was wearing an exquisite Tang suit. The patterns on the fabric swayed gently in the breeze, making him look simple and elegant.

However, at this moment he was covering his mouth in pain, violent coughing sounds kept coming out from between his fingers, his face was red, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

There was an indescribable pain and helplessness in his eyes, as if he might drop to the ground at any time because he couldn't breathe, which made people feel pity for him.

The pedestrians around hurried by, seemingly not noticing the old man's abnormality. Seeing this, Xiao Chen frowned slightly, and an inexplicable sense of responsibility surged in his heart. He hesitated for a moment, but his steps involuntarily stepped towards the old man...

Next to the old man stood a slim, sexy-dressed young woman who looked to be about thirty years old. She was patting the old man's back gently and carefully. The strength of each pat was just right, as if she was trying to relieve the old man's pain.

The movement of her slightly bending waist outlined her graceful figure vividly, with beautiful curves, like a moving painting, attracting passers-by who occasionally passed by to cast a few admiring glances at her.

Xiao Chen's gaze stayed on the woman for a moment, but he quickly moved away politely and looked intently at the old man's face.

He carefully observed the old man's face, frowned slightly, and a trace of worry appeared in his eyes. The old man's face was pale, and there were a few barely noticeable bloodshot at the corners of his mouth. Obviously, the old man's condition was serious and quite critical.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's eyes inadvertently swept across the young woman again. The woman seemed to have noticed Xiao Chen's gaze, and she turned her head sharply and glanced at Xiao Chen with a bit of displeasure and vigilance in her eyes.

Then, she cursed mercilessly: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a woman before? Be careful or I will report you to the police for harassment! You are such a lowly man!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, full of dissatisfaction and anger at Xiao Chen's rude gaze.

Xiao Chen was speechless, but he kept a calm face. He secretly complained: This woman must have some problems in her brain. You are walking on the street, wearing such revealing clothes. I just glanced at you unintentionally, and it is considered harassment? Do I have to gouge my eyes out? Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not show it on his face.

He looked at the woman in front of him carefully and had to admit that she was indeed quite pretty, but her overly flashy dress and sharp words disgusted him.

In his mind, those gentle, virtuous, well-educated and well-mannered women are the real beauties. The woman in front of him is far inferior to the women he has seen. He couldn't help but mutter to himself: I don't know where she got her confidence from. I don't want such a woman even if she is given to me for free.

However, Xiao Chen did not want to argue with this shrew. He knew very well that the more you argue with this type of woman, the more she will make a fuss. So he chose to remain silent and turned his attention back to the old man. He looked at the old man with concern, and his tone was sincere and anxious: "Is this your grandfather? The old man is so sick, why don't you send him to the hospital quickly? If he keeps coughing like this, I'm afraid his life will be in danger. His illness cannot be delayed. As a granddaughter, you should be filial and don't let the old man suffer."

Xiao Chen's words were full of sympathy for the old man and dissatisfaction with the woman's behavior. His eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness and sense of responsibility.

When the young woman heard Xiao Chen's words, her face turned pale instantly, and she shouted angrily: "This is my husband! It's none of your business, why do you say that!" Her voice was sharp and angry, as if every word of Xiao Chen touched the most sensitive nerve in her heart.

"Husband?" Xiao Chen was stunned when he heard this, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. Although he had seen many examples of disrespect for the elderly and the pairing of the old and the young, he was still a little shocked to see such a huge age gap with his own eyes.

The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties, while the woman next to him was in her early thirties. The age gap between the two could be described as a chasm. Xiao Chen couldn't help but mutter in his heart: This old man is really not afraid of being sucked clean. With such a big age gap, I don't know how they got together.

For a moment, Xiao Chen also felt a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and coughed twice, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Ahem, sorry... The age difference between you two is too big, so it's not my fault that I was mistaken." There was a hint of apology and helplessness in his tone, but then he changed the subject and spoke seriously.

"But what I said is true. The old man needs to go to the hospital immediately, otherwise it will be too late. Look at how badly he is coughing and how pale he looks. It is obvious that his condition is serious and we can't delay any longer."

Xiao Chen's eyes were full of concern and worry for the old man, and his tone was particularly sincere and firm. He knew very well that every minute and every second was crucial at this moment, and the old man's life was hanging by a thread.

The young woman looked at Xiao Chen carefully with a critical gaze, from head to toe, as if she wanted to see through him.

Then, she sneered, her voice full of sarcasm and disdain: "You look so poor, and you don't have the time to care about others. You might as well work overtime and earn more money. Otherwise, with your character, even the village girls won't marry you. You're a single dog, a lowly man, and a poor bastard!"

Every word she said was like a sharp blade, piercing Xiao Chen's heart mercilessly.

Xiao Chen frowned tightly, and a trace of anger and displeasure flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that his kindness would be exchanged for such a sarcastic response.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said in a low but powerful voice: "I'm kindly reminding you, you're too sarcastic, aren't you? Besides, even if I were to find a girlfriend, I wouldn't find someone like you. If I were to be with you, I'd be pissed off to death by you. I don't know how many tons of powder you put on your face, I can smell the stench from a distance." (End of this chapter)