My Ares Son-in-Law

"You...you...what nonsense are you spouting?!"

Zhou Fenfang, who was not far away, was struck as if by a bolt from the blue, and her whole body instantly exploded.

Her dignified and elegant demeanor instantly collapsed, her body trembling uncontrollably. She pointed her finger at Xiao Chen as if her fingertip could shoot out sharp arrows, piercing the heart of this guy who was spouting nonsense.

That face, which was usually so well-maintained that even the passage of time couldn't diminish its beauty, now looked as if a palette had been overturned, instantly losing all color and becoming as pale as a sheet of paper.

Then, the white gradually turned bluish-gray, like the gloomy sky before a storm.

Finally, the bluish-green color swelled into a terrifying purplish-red, as if it were being fiercely roasted under the skin by a raging fire, and was about to burst open at any moment.

Her meticulously drawn willow-leaf eyebrows were now twisted beyond recognition, resembling two angry caterpillars writhing wildly on her face.

Those eyes, which usually exuded shrewdness and arrogance, were now wide open, their pupils seemingly about to pop out of their sockets, burning with a raging rage, as if they wanted to burn Xiao Chen to ashes.

Her chest heaved violently, each breath heavy and rapid like a bellows. Her expensive suit seemed unable to contain the raging flames that threatened to burst forth, as if the flames would break free of the fabric and burn everything around them to ashes at any moment.

She never would have imagined it!
The Zhou family is a renowned and prestigious family in the provincial capital. Their eldest daughter, Zhou Keying, was cherished and pampered from childhood. She was treated like a precious gem, and was always raised to be pure, virtuous, and chaste. She was an important bargaining chip for the Zhou family to form a marriage alliance and consolidate their family's status.

But now, in this dilapidated place in the ancient city, which she considered a "countryside place," she has been defiled by a wild boy who appeared out of nowhere, dressed in cheap sportswear and exuding an air of poverty!
She even secretly conceived a child with this bastard!

This is simply the greatest disgrace in the history of the Zhou family, a resounding slap in the face!

Finished!

It's all over!
Zhou Fenfang felt dizzy and her head was buzzing, as if a swarm of bees were flying around wildly.

Her legs went weak and she almost lost her balance. If her assistant hadn't caught her in time, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.

That man... the heir of a family in the provincial capital who values ​​face above all else and controls a vast martial arts force!

He is notoriously ruthless and vindictive.

If he knew that his fiancée had not only been beaten to the punch and lost her virginity, but was even pregnant with another man's child... his overwhelming rage and desire for revenge would be like a super storm about to sweep in, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake.

How will the Zhou family cope?

Although the Zhou family had some influence, they were nothing more than ants in front of that martial arts family, utterly vulnerable.

The entire Zhou Group, the culmination of generations of hard work and dedication from the Zhou family, embodies the sweat and effort of countless individuals, and could be reduced to dust and vanish overnight.

At that time, the entire Zhou family, young and old, will be plunged into an abyss of no return, living a life worse than death.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fenfang couldn't help but shudder, and fear spread through her heart like a tidal wave.

"Hiss..." Zhou Fenfang felt a surge of anger rush to her head, and she gasped sharply. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it were an outlet for her anger.

Her hands clenched into fists instantly, her nails digging deep into her palms. A sharp, stinging pain shot through her palms, but it was nothing compared to the anger in her heart.

Her muscles were taut, every nerve screaming, and she used all her strength to barely suppress the urge to pounce on Xiao Chen and tear him to pieces.

At this moment, she was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently. Each breath was heavy and rapid, like a bellows being pulled, as if she were a fish thrown ashore and on the verge of death, desperately trying to get a breath of air.

Her eyes were bloodshot and wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. Finally, her cold, venomous gaze, like two sharp daggers, was fixed on Xiao Chen's overly calm face.

To Zhou Fenfang, Xiao Chen's calm and composed expression was the greatest provocation and insult she could receive.

She forced herself to calm down, trying to quell her frantic emotions, and with a look of scrutiny, she scanned Xiao Chen from head to toe once more.

The first thing she noticed was Xiao Chen's cheap cloth shoes. The uppers were worn and the laces were tied crookedly, as if to say that they were cheap and inferior.

Then, her gaze fell on the shapeless sweatpants, the legs hanging loosely, lacking any sense of style or quality, like a rag casually wrapped around her legs.

Above that was a plain cloth garment, its color dull and its style old and outdated. On Xiao Chen, it made him look like a country bumpkin from the countryside.

The only thing that was still "valuable" was the paper bag he had carelessly crumpled up and that was printed with the Armani logo.

Zhou Fenfang's gaze lingered on the paper bag for a moment, and a mocking sneer crept onto her lips.

Ha, Armani?
That's it?

Zhou Fenfang's contempt was almost overflowing, surging like a flood bursting its banks.

She knew all too well the tricks of these lower-class youths in the ancient city.

For the sake of so-called face and vanity, they scrimped and saved for months, eating dry steamed buns and drinking cheap tap water every day, just to save up a little money to buy a discounted, out-of-season designer dress from a second-hand store, or simply buy a high-quality counterfeit, and then proudly display it to decorate their image, thinking that this would fool her truly worldly eyes and allow them to join high society.

It’s ridiculous!

In Zhou Fenfang's eyes, these cheap "luxury goods" were like a pile of scrap metal. In the Zhou family's real dressing room, there were all kinds of limited edition clothing and accessories from the world's top brands, each of which was priceless and exquisite.

These so-called Armani items are not even soft enough to be used as rags, and they don't deserve to be seen by the Zhou family at all.

Even if... even if this kid got incredibly lucky and could actually afford the genuine product from the official store, so what?
Zhou Fenfang curled her lip in disdain. In her mind, Armani was nothing more than a slightly famous "generic brand".

Compared to the Zhou family's vast business empire, its profound historical heritage, and its powerful social influence, Armani is like an insignificant ant, utterly worthless.

Brands of this caliber don't even qualify to step into the Zhou family's banquet, let alone be compared to the Zhou family. (End of Chapter)