My Ares Son-in-Law

"Mr. Xiao, when you appeared in the store wearing this outfit, I was absolutely amazed. It suits you perfectly!"

The cut, the style, every detail is just right, perfectly highlighting your unique temperament, as if this dress was made just for you!
The store manager's face was beaming with a warm smile, a smile that also hinted at the joy of seeing a walking treasure vault.

You know, just an hour ago, this young man was picking out clothes in the store like he was buying cabbage at the market. He casually pointed and picked out two sets of the latest seasonal clothing. When it came time to pay, he didn't even blink. He was incredibly decisive and efficient.

Xiao Chen stood quietly in front of the mirror, turned slightly to the side, and carefully examined himself in the mirror.

It must be said that the comfort brought by the top-quality fabric and exquisite tailoring of this garment is truly impeccable. It feels incredibly smooth against the skin, without the slightest discomfort.

However, for some reason, he always had an inexplicable, strange feeling in his heart...

These clothes were so stiff, like a shell tightly binding him, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

The sensation of that black iron dagger slicing through flesh last night still seemed to linger on his fingertips, clear yet cold.

This exquisite and elegant "shell" seems so out of place with the memories of killing that have long been ingrained in his bones, as if they come from two completely different worlds.

"Wrap it up."

Xiao Chen spoke calmly and in a detached manner, as if those complex thoughts had never crossed his mind.

"Okay, Mr. Xiao! Please wait a moment, I'll wrap it up for you right away!"

Upon hearing this, the store manager immediately perked up and moved with lightning speed, quickly tidying up the clothes and carefully putting them into a paper bag.

A moment later, Xiao Chen walked out of the upscale boutique, carrying the paper bag with the prominent Armani logo in one hand.

At this moment, the sunlight outside was particularly dazzling, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Chen turned around and entered a bustling clothing store specializing in clothing for middle-aged and elderly people next door.

The shop was bustling with people, and there was a dazzling array of fabric clothes in various styles and colors.

Xiao Chen strolled around the store, carefully selecting items.

Ten minutes later, he changed into a dark gray Zhongshan suit. The suit was simple and elegant, exuding a sense of composure and restraint.

He changed into a pair of light and comfortable cloth shoes, and immediately felt refreshed.

Then, he casually stuffed the expensive Armani paper bag into a roadside trash can, as if he were throwing away not an expensive piece of clothing, but a heavy burden.

Wearing this Zhongshan suit and cloth shoes, Xiao Chen felt extremely light and comfortable.

The taut muscles, wrapped in soft and breathable fabric, were finally able to breathe properly.

He gently stretched his shoulders and loosened his muscles, preparing to leave this place.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept over an open-air café next to the circular corridor on the second floor.

In the coffee shop, sunlight streams through the windows onto the tables and chairs, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Right by the window, a familiar figure suddenly came into his view.

That's Zhou Keying.

Today she was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater. The sweater was soft and delicate, and looked warm and comfortable, as if it could dispel all the chill of winter.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently with her occasional small movements, exuding a natural and elegant charm. Looking at her profile, the lines were as exquisite as a piece of jade meticulously sculpted by a master craftsman; her high, straight nose and slightly pouting lips were perfectly proportioned, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

However, at this moment, her state of mind seemed somewhat out of place with her beautiful appearance.

She sat there absentmindedly, stirring her long-cold cappuccino in front of her with a silver spoon.

The originally delicate and dense foam had long since disappeared under her stirring, leaving only dark brown liquid swirling in the glass, forming one small vortex after another, as if reflecting her chaotic thoughts at this moment.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her face, casting a small shadow under her long eyelashes and making her eyes look somewhat unfocused.

A deep sorrow lingered between her brows, like the gloomy sky, making it hard to breathe.

Opposite her sat a woman with an elegant demeanor.

The woman's skin was exceptionally well-maintained, smooth and firm without a single wrinkle, making it impossible to guess her actual age.

Her features bear a six or seven-point resemblance to Zhou Keying's, both possessing bright and captivating eyes. However, her gaze carries a touch of maturity and a dignified air, a unique quality bestowed upon her by time, something Zhou Keying currently lacks.

She held a delicate bone china cup, sipping her black tea with graceful movements, every gesture exuding composure, elegance, and poise.

However, her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, occasionally landing on Zhou Keying. Her gaze carried scrutiny and unquestionable pressure, as if silently judging Zhou Keying's every move.

The atmosphere between the two was subtle and tense, the silence oppressive, as if even the air itself had frozen.

"Tsk, even afternoon tea in a wealthy family isn't easy."

Xiao Chen stood not far away, watching all of this unfold. He smirked, a hint of disdain on his face.

He had absolutely no interest in such seemingly leisurely but actually turbulent, calculating, and stressful occasions.

In his view, this so-called afternoon tea is nothing more than a war without gunpowder, where everyone wears a mask and says things they don't mean, which is really exhausting.

So he turned around without hesitation, preparing to walk towards the exit and leave this place that made him feel depressed.

Just then, Zhou Keying seemed to be drawn to something outside the window.

She unconsciously raised her eyes, her gaze casually sweeping over the bustling crowd outside the window.

Suddenly, her gaze froze, as if under a spell, unable to look away.

In the crowded throng, she saw a figure dressed in ordinary clothes, yet with a posture as upright as a pine tree.

That figure, though simply dressed, exuded a unique aura, as if radiating light, making him exceptionally eye-catching in the crowd.

It was someone she knew all too well.

Xiao Chen!

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened.

An irrepressible joy, like the first warm ray of sunshine in spring, instantly dispelled the lingering melancholy between her brows.

The previously furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and the light in his eyes returned. (End of Chapter)