My Ares Son-in-Law

"Who do you think you are? How dare you question the authenticity of Tang Bohu's work?" She raised her hand and slapped Xiao Chen hard in the face with the rich and charming scent of Chanel No. 5.

The momentum seemed to knock Xiao Chen to the ground completely.

At this critical moment, a rosewood cane came crashing down between the two of them.

The crutch was hard in texture, and the moment it hit the ground, the ground shook slightly.

An old and majestic voice sounded: "Stop!"

The old man with crutches was wearing a navy blue satin Tang suit. The satin had a soft luster under the dim light, as if flowing with the glory of time.

On the cuffs, there are dragon patterns embroidered in gold thread. The dragons look lifelike, as if they will fly out of the sleeves at any time.

The old man had sharp eyes, staring at Xiao Chen closely at this moment. His gaze was like a silver needle dipped in poison, carrying an unquestionable majesty and ruthlessness, as if he wanted to see through Xiao Chen.

"I'm Qin Fang, and I've been in charge of Qin Renxuan for fifty years." His voice was low and hoarse, with a heavy feeling of having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"This painting has been appraised by thirty top experts, and every appraisal report is clearly written in black and white. Moreover, it has been on the cover of Collector's magazine, which is a recognized authoritative magazine in the industry. How can a junior like you be allowed to speak nonsense here!"

As he spoke, he began to cough violently. The coughs seemed to come from deep in his chest, one after another, making people feel heartbroken.

His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and he gripped the cane tightly, as if it was his only support at the moment.

"You said it was a fake, do you have any evidence?" Qin Fang finally stopped coughing, breathing heavily, his eyes still fixed on Xiao Chen, as if he would eat him alive if Xiao Chen couldn't produce any evidence.

Xiao Chen looked calm and unhurriedly took out a miniature magnifying glass from his backpack.

The magnifying glass was small and exquisite, sparkling with metallic luster under the light.

He gently swept the lens of the magnifying glass over the inscription in the painting, his eyes focused and serious, as if he was exploring the secrets hidden between the lines.

"Tang Yin signed his name in his later years as 'Six Likes Lay Buddhist'. The last stroke of the character 'like' must be written in flying white. This is his unique writing habit and is also one of the important bases for distinguishing the authenticity of the characters."

As Xiao Chen spoke, he showed the handwriting under the magnifying glass to everyone, "But this handwriting is written in one go, without any flying white, which obviously does not conform to Tang Yin's writing style."

After saying that, he took out a purple light from his backpack, turned on the switch, and shone the light onto the picture.

In an instant, the edge of the silk began to fluoresce, and the fluorescence was particularly dazzling in the dim store.

"And this antique cinnabar uses modern chemical pigments." Xiao Chen's voice was steady and powerful.

"The real ancient cinnabar, after years of precipitation, has a color and texture that is clearly different from modern chemical pigments. Under ultraviolet light, modern chemical pigments will fluoresce, but ancient cinnabar will not have this phenomenon."

Qin Fang's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he saw something terrible.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a hint of panic and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

The girl Qin Lingling had been standing aside with an arrogant look on her face, but now she seemed to have lost all her strength. She staggered and held onto the drawing table. Her carefully applied makeup was blurred by cold sweat, and her originally delicate face now looked a little disheveled.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she kept muttering: "Impossible... Impossible..."

Qin Lingling saw her grandfather Qin Fang's flushed face turn pale in an instant. The violent coughing was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart.

The old man's back was already hunched due to old age, and now it was shaking due to the violent coughing, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Qin Lingling quickly reached out to hold her grandfather's bony arm, her eyes full of worry and heartache.

"Grandpa, don't be angry. The doctor said you can't have emotional fluctuations!" Qin Lingling's voice was tinged with tears.

She glared at Xiao Chen viciously, as if she wanted to cut Xiao Chen into pieces.

The corners of her flaming red lips curled up in contempt, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Why are we wasting time talking to this country bumpkin? I'm going to kick this guy out!"

Before she finished her words, Qin Lingling suddenly exerted force, and the ten-centimeter high heels on her feet were like sharp daggers, stabbing into the ground fiercely.

She had a lithe figure, and the hem of her Chanel dress formed a graceful arc as she moved swiftly, like a rose blooming freely in the wind.

This seemingly delicate young lady seemed to have transformed into a female warrior on the battlefield, exuding a terrifying aura.

Xiao Chen's pupils shrank slightly. He keenly noticed that the kick Qin Lingling launched was filled with the unique aura of a dragon vein warrior.

The energy was like an invisible thread, shuttling through the air, making slight crackling sounds in front of her toes, as if even the air was torn apart by the force of this kick.

"Another Dragon Vein warrior? Interesting." Xiao Chen thought to himself, but remained calm on the surface.

His eyes quickly swept over Qin Fang's trembling fingertips, which seemed to be the outward manifestation of Qin Fang's inner fear.

"It seems that the family behind Qin Fang is not that simple. They can actually cultivate a dragon-veined warrior." Xiao Chen became more wary of the Qin family's background.

Qin Fang watched his granddaughter kick out with internal strength, and his face, which was covered with age spots, instantly lost its color and became as white as a piece of paper.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably and he waved his hands wildly in the air, trying to block his granddaughter's kick, but it was too late.

A desperate roar came from his throat, and the sound seemed like a wail from the depths of his soul.

The old man knew clearly that Qin Lingling had been learning martial arts since she was a child with the mysterious big man in Zhongnan Holy Land. This kick contained the internal strength she had cultivated for many years. The young man in front of him would be crippled if not killed.

"Well, I'll just give this kid's family a few million to handle his funeral. It will also provide a guarantee for his parents for the rest of their lives." Qin Fang thought helplessly.

The veins on his hand holding the crutch were bulging, and the crutch seemed to be his only support at the moment.

His nails almost dug into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain. All he felt was worry about his granddaughter's kick and guilt towards Xiao Chen.

The girl's kick was about to land on Xiao Chen's chest, but Xiao Chen seemed to be nailed to the spot and couldn't move.

He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes hid the cold light surging in his eyes.

The cold light was like an icy sharp blade, flashing dangerously in the darkness.

Qin Lingling's lips curled up into a smug smile. She loved to see these ignorant guys showing terrified expressions in front of her. (End of this chapter)