My Ares Son-in-Law

As he spoke, Liu Yuning raised his hand to adjust his cuffs. That graceful movement looked like he was carefully fiddling with a rare and exquisite work of art, as if his father's death was just a part of a carefully planned performance.

Liu Yulian only felt countless silver needles jumping wildly at her temples, and her head seemed to be about to explode.

The will in the secret compartment of her father's study suddenly emerged in her mind. The distribution plan of the 300 million inheritance seemed to have turned into a sharp blade, which was slowly and fiercely pulled out from between Liu Yuning's smiling lips.

She remembered that when her father was alive, he always favored her brother, but she didn't expect that when her father's life and death were uncertain, her brother would be so eager to think about the inheritance.

She looked at Liu Yuning's hypocritical face, her heart filled with contempt and anger.

She knew that her brother's so-called "glory and respectability" was just to gain a more advantageous position in the distribution of inheritance and to satisfy his greedy desires.

The ward was originally as depressing as the sky before a storm. The sobs of Liu's mother, which had been suppressed for a long time, sounded like whimpers coming from deep underground, tugging at everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, without warning, the sobbing sound rose an octave, as sharp as a blade piercing the night sky, exploding in the silent ward.

The silk cheongsam she was wearing, a symbol of elegance, was now fluctuating with her violent trembling.

The pearl buttons on the cheongsam collided with each other, making a tiny and sad sound, like a tear-jerking elegy, playing a melody of despair in the air.

Mother Liu's body seemed to have lost all support. She staggered towards the hospital bed. Every step she took was so difficult and so desperate, as if she was making a final struggle against fate.

However, halfway through, her legs suddenly went weak, and she fell heavily to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

That "thump" sound was like a heavy hammer of fate, hitting everyone's heart hard.

Upon seeing this, Doctor Huang's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an imperceptible calculating look, but he soon changed it into a compassionate expression and stepped forward at the right time.

He stretched out his hand, which looked professional but concealed hidden thoughts, and pinched Liu's mother's philtrum with precise fingertips.

The force was so precise that it seemed like he was adjusting an acupuncture point model, every inch was just right, but the words of comfort that came out of his mouth were as painful as a blunt knife cutting flesh. "Madam, please accept my condolences."

His voice was calm and indifferent, without a trace of real sympathy, as if he was reciting lines that had been prepared long ago.

In an instant, the smell of disinfectant in the air became more and more pungent. The pungent smell seemed to be a foreshadowing of death, permeating every corner.

Liu Yulian felt dizzy as she watched her mother suddenly and resolutely rush towards the wall. Her body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and she was desperate to end all this pain.

Liu Yulian's ears were buzzing and blank. All the sounds and images disappeared at this moment, leaving only her mother's resolute back.

Liu Yuning's slightly raised chin showed a kind of superior indifference; Doctor Huang's drooping eyelids concealed an unknown calculation, which gradually twisted and deformed in her blurred vision, turning into the fangs of a devil, as if to devour their family completely.

At this critical moment, a black shadow, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, passed by the crystal chandelier like lightning. It was so fast that people had no time to react, and they only felt a gust of wind whistling past.

The brass chain was shaking violently, and the refracted light spots danced wildly on the wall, like a doomsday carnival of light and shadow, plunging the entire ward into a weird and tense atmosphere.

Xiao Chen's large, bony hands firmly grasped the back of Liu's mother's neck. His strength was firm and steady, like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to people.

The cuffs of the black sweatshirt slid down, revealing the winding green veins on the forearms, like dormant green snakes, full of power and mystery.

He spoke, his voice like a sword tempered with ice, full of chill, yet with an unquestionable firmness: "I can save the people."

These five simple words were like a thunderclap exploding in the darkness, shocking the entire ward and rekindling a glimmer of hope in Liu Yulian's almost desperate heart.

The whole room instantly fell into an eerie silence, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Only the electrocardiogram monitor made a long and monotonous "beep" sound, like the countdown of death, hitting everyone's heart again and again.

The sound echoed in the silent ward, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression that made people's nerves involuntarily tense.

Xiao Chen stood at the intersection of light and shadow, like a mysterious figure from another world.

The pair of high-end but shabby cloth shoes on his feet were still stained with tidal mud, with spots of mud scattered on the shoe surface, forming a sharp contrast with the luxurious Persian carpet under his feet, looking out of place.

The Persian carpet was soft and gorgeous, and every strand of fluff seemed to speak of wealth and luxury, but Xiao Chen did not feel cramped at all when he stood on it.

The powerful aura emanating from his body was like an invisible pressure that made everyone present involuntarily hold their breath.

Liu Yuning's originally contemptuous smile froze on his face, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes; Doctor Huang's originally calm expression also showed a crack, and the hand holding his glasses unconsciously increased the strength.

Liu Yulian had just breathed a sigh of relief. She had originally thought that Xiao Chen's appearance might bring a glimmer of hope to her father, but her heart almost stopped when she was shocked by Xiao Chen's next words. "For the consultation fee, you can choose any antique." Xiao Chen's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be fished out of an ice cellar, with a bone-chilling chill.

She staggered to Xiao Chen in panic. The scent of Chanel perfume on her body was rich and pungent, but now it mixed with her hurried and panicky breath and hit his face.

She stretched out her hand, trying to grab Xiao Chen's arm, but stopped in mid-air, her eyes full of anxiety and pleading: "Don't mess around here! When we get out, I'll give you double the money... As long as you can save my father, I'm willing to pay any amount."

Her voice was trembling, like a leaf in the wind that could be blown away at any time.

"One antique, one course of treatment. No negotiation, no bargaining." Xiao Chen interrupted her mercilessly. His obsidian-like pupils coldly swept across everyone present, as if his gaze could see through everyone's heart.

There was an unquestionable majesty in his eyes, which made people dare not disobey him in the slightest. (End of this chapter)