My Ares Son-in-Law

Yun Yuyan raised her eyebrows, and her phoenix eyes slightly turned up, with a hint of teasing and cunning.

She suddenly snapped her fingers crisply. The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent atmosphere, as if it was a switch to open a mysterious world.

As the sound of fingers snapped, the originally tightly closed electric gate slowly opened to both sides, making a "creaky" sound, as if time was sighing softly.

The scene in the courtyard gradually appeared before Xiao Chen's eyes, and a lush wisteria trellis came into view.

The wisteria flowers fell from the flower stand like a waterfall, with layers of purple petals swaying gently in the breeze, like a group of fairies in purple dancing.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the petals, forming patches of mottled light and shadow, which is as beautiful as a dream.

"Come in." Yun Yuyan got out of the car with elegant and charming steps, wearing ten-centimeter high heels.

Her skirt swayed rhythmically with her steps, like a red rose blooming in the wind, exuding charming charm.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes fell on Xiao Chen, her voice was a little teasing, but also concealed a subtle temptation: "But you come here empty-handed, it doesn't look like you are begging for help, right? Tell me, what exactly do you want to see my dad about?"

Xiao Chen was slightly startled, then came to his senses, thinking to himself that Yun Yuyan was indeed not easy to deal with, as she spoke with wit in just a few words.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a polite smile: "I came here rashly today because I really have something important to ask of you. I hope Miss Yun will forgive me."

As he spoke, he followed Yun Yuyan into the gate of the Yun Mansion.

While walking through the corridor, Xiao Chen's eyes were inadvertently attracted by the bird cage hanging under the corridor.

The birdcage was extremely delicately made, with intricate carvings, like a piece of art.

In the cage, a thrush was flapping its wings, jumping up and down in the narrow space, making clear and melodious chirping sounds, as if expressing its dissatisfaction.

Yun Yuyan stepped on the tiles, and the crisp sound of her high heels echoed in this quiet courtyard, breaking the original tranquility and seeming particularly abrupt.

"Dad, someone is looking for you!" Yun Yuyan shouted at the top of her voice, and her voice echoed in the courtyard.

After shouting, she threw the car keys to the housekeeper who came over.

The butler was a gray-haired old man, but his movements were very agile. He took the car keys steadily, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Miss, you are back."

In the main hall, the scent of sandalwood mixed with a hint of books permeates the air, giving people a feeling of tranquility and peace.

Yun Jingtian sat on a rosewood armchair, his gold-rimmed glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose. He was concentrating on reading a volume of "Jinshilu" in his hands. His focused expression seemed as if all the noise from the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Hearing Yun Yuyan's shout, he slowly raised his head. The moment he saw Xiao Chen, his eyes behind the lenses suddenly tightened. A subtle surprise and vigilance flashed across his originally calm face, and his tone was full of reproach: "Where have you been wild again? I haven't seen you all night! You just played outside all day and don't know how to restrain yourself at all."

"Let's talk later. We have guests." Yun Yuyan pursed her lips and said nonchalantly, then sat down on the carved mahogany sofa, which made a slight creaking sound.

She picked up a cherry on the coffee table and put one in her mouth. The bright red juice flowed down the corner of her mouth, but she didn't care and just wiped it casually with the back of her hand.

Yun Jingtian put down the ancient book, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Xiao Chen again. At this moment, the sunlight shone through the carved window lattice onto Xiao Chen's face, and the soft light outlined his firm and deep features.

The old man's hand holding the book shook violently, and the pages made a rustling sound in his hand, as if he was startled by the sudden scene.

Ye Shuqin, who was serving tea at the side, also stood there in a daze. Her hand was still in the posture of serving tea. The celadon teacup slipped from her hand and fell on the green brick with a "bang". The tea instantly splashed all over the floor, winding like a river on the ground and soaking the edge of the Persian carpet.

The exquisite patterns on the carpet were stained by tea, and the colors became a little blurred, like a damaged painting.

Ye Shuqin widened her eyes and looked at Xiao Chen in shock, her lips trembling slightly, but she couldn't utter a word.

Xiao Chen met their shocked gazes calmly. Those gazes pierced him straight like sharp blades, carrying with them astonishment and complex emotions that were difficult to conceal.

His eyes were calm and determined, without the slightest hint of evasion or panic, as if he had long been accustomed to the strange looks from others.

In fact, he had already felt a strong sense of strangeness in his heart.

The reactions of Yun Jingtian and Ye Shuqin were so abnormal that it was as if they had known him for a long time.

But he was sure that he had never seen these two people.

The floodgates of memory opened and closed repeatedly in his mind. He searched every corner carefully, but could not find any trace of these two people.

He couldn't help but wonder, could all this be related to that woman? The woman who looked exactly like his wife Jiang Meng?

From the moment he stepped into the gate of the Yun Mansion, he had a vague feeling that this woman seemed to be hiding a major secret about Jiang Meng.

The reaction of Yun Jingtian and his wife at this moment made him feel even stronger.

"Dad, Mom, what's wrong with you?" Yun Yuyan finally noticed something was wrong. She had been lazily leaning on the carved mahogany sofa, but now she suddenly sat up straight and pointed her exquisitely painted nails at Xiao Chen. The bright nails sparkled in the sun. "He is the one who came to see you. What rare thing did you see?"

Yun Jingtian took a deep breath, and his already tense knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to condense all his emotions into this grip.

His eyes were fixed on Xiao Chen. His voice was eight octaves lower than before, but it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression, as if it was a cold wind blowing from an ice cellar: "Who are you?" Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the air hard.

"Xiao Chen." He straightened his back and his voice was as steady as a bell, like a towering mountain standing tall in the strong wind.

His eyes revealed a kind of determination and persistence, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, they could not stop him from seeking the truth.

Ye Shuqin suddenly walked forward quickly, her steps hurried and flustered, as if she was afraid that Xiao Chen would suddenly disappear.

Her dry hands tightly grasped Xiao Chen's arm with amazing force, as if she had used up all her strength.

The old man's body was trembling slightly, and tears welled up in his cloudy eyes. The tears sparkled with crystal light in the sunlight, as if they were the sadness and emotion accumulated over the years.

Her voice was trembling so much that every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat: "Who is Jiang Meng to you?" (End of this chapter)