My Ares Son-in-Law

In Zhou Fenfang's words, the ancient city and even the provincial capital were nothing more than the flower garden in the Zhou family's backyard, which they could trample on and manipulate at will. People like Xiao Chen were just weeds in this flower garden, which could be pulled out at any time.

Xiao Chen's eyelashes, which had been drooping like two heavy dark clouds, slowly lifted at this moment.

His movements were neither hurried nor slow, as if time was under his control.

When he fully raised his eyes, there was no burning flame of anger, no rippling of panic, only a bottomless, icy pool.

The cold pool was deep and silent, seemingly capable of swallowing all light and warmth, and at this moment it clearly reflected Zhou Fenfang's well-maintained face, which was etched with a sense of superiority.

That face, with its exquisite makeup and fair, smooth skin, held a look of disdain and contempt in its eyes, like an arrogant peacock looking down at ants on the ground.

"You're lucky."

Xiao Chen's voice was very soft, as soft as the first wisp of frost on a bare branch in early winter morning, carrying a hint of chill and coldness.

The sound drifted slowly through the coffee shop, as if carrying an invisible magic that instantly quieted the surrounding air.

"Luckily, you are Zhou Keying's second aunt."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, yet sounding so calm and composed.

He paused, his gaze, like two sharp daggers, calmly landing on Zhou Fenfang's suddenly contracting pupils.

Her pupils shrank instantly, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying. A hint of panic and fear flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

Seeing her reaction, Xiao Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer, and he continued, "Otherwise, you would already be a speechless corpse by now."

His voice remained calm, without a trace of murderous intent, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary.

But it was this calm tone that was more intimidating than any roar or shout.

In that instant, the hairs on the back of Zhou Fenfang's neck stood on end, as if an invisible hand was gently stroking the back of her neck, sending chills down her spine.

An indescribable chill, as if from the deepest, coldest abyss, suddenly pierced through the warm air of the coffee shop, like a cold snake tightly coiling around her heart!
She felt her heart suddenly race, as if it were about to burst out of her chest, and she even had the illusion that her breath was condensing into frost, forming a thin layer of mist in front of her eyes.

Is the air conditioning set too low?

The thought flashed through Zhou Fenfang's mind for a moment, but she quickly dismissed it.

Because she could sense that the chill did not come from the outside temperature, but from the seemingly ordinary young man in front of her.

She suppressed the inexplicable flutter in her heart, annoyed that she had been intimidated by the gaze of a lowly young man.

She is Zhou's second aunt, and holds a very important position in this city. When has she ever been treated like this, or looked at like that?
She slammed the silver spoon in her hand onto the cup and saucer with force and suddenness, making a sharp, piercing sound!

The voice echoed in the quiet coffee shop, as if it were a declaration of war and provocation against Xiao Chen.

The silver spoon clattered against the cup and saucer, splashing a few drops of coffee onto the pristine white tablecloth, creating a stain, much like her angry and twisted inner state at that moment.

"presumptuous!"

Zhou Fenfang exploded like a powder keg, her voice suddenly rising in pitch, sharp as a blade slicing through the air, filled with extreme rage at being offended. She slammed her hands on the table in front of her, the force causing the coffee cup on the table to shake slightly, spilling a few drops of brown liquid.

"How dare you threaten me?"

"Don't you even know who you are? Do you even deserve it?"

"Do you know who I am? I am Zhou Fenfang, and I am a person who has a lot of influence in the Zhou family!"

"Do you know what the Zhou family means? The Zhou Consortium is a giant in the business world, with influence radiating across half of China!"

"It has a significant influence in various fields; you probably haven't even heard of it, have you?"

She slightly raised her chin, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain, as if looking at an ant that didn't know its own limitations.

She stared intently at Xiao Chen, expecting to see panic, fear, and pleading on his face, but Xiao Chen remained calm and composed, his peaceful face like a bottomless lake, without a ripple.

This ignorance and fearlessness were like a sharp dagger in her eyes, piercing her self-esteem and making the contempt in her heart almost overflow, flowing uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth.

"What a frog in a well! You'll spend your whole life confined to this small place, the ancient city, never even reaching its ceiling, yet you dare to bark at me? You're truly courting death!"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips as she continued to humiliate Xiao Chen with unbridled arrogance. "Fine, since you're so dense, I'll make it even clearer!"

"The Chen family of the ancient city, aren't they powerful enough? In the ancient city, they are a force to be reckoned with, and the whole city trembles when they stomp their feet."

“But that old bastard from the Chen family has to kneel down and speak respectfully in front of me!”

"He has to treat me with utmost respect, so who are you to talk to him?"

"Second Aunt! That's enough!"

Just then, Zhou Keying, who had been sitting silently to the side, suddenly stood up.

Her body trembled slightly with anger and anxiety, and her voice was choked with sobs, which were mixed with an uncontrollable rage.

She knew all too well the weight of her aunt's words. For an ordinary young man like Xiao Chen, this was undoubtedly a devastating blow to his self-esteem, like a sharp knife piercing his heart, which might make him unable to hold his head high for the rest of his life.

She looked at Xiao Chen with concern and nervousness, afraid of seeing any signs of collapse or humiliation on his face.

She imagined Xiao Chen possibly turning as pale as a sheet, his body swaying precariously, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness, and he might even storm out in anger, never to recover.

However, Xiao Chen smiled.

The smile was faint, like a gentle breeze in spring, lightly brushing across the lake, yet carrying a sharpness that pierced through all illusions.

His lips curled slightly upward, and his eyes gleamed with confidence and composure, as if the colossal entity that Zhou Fenfang described as capable of crushing a city or province was nothing more than a toy castle piled up on a sand table in his eyes, which he could destroy with a mere wave of his hand.

His smile revealed a contempt and disdain for Zhou Fenfang, as if to say, "Everything you flaunt is worthless in front of me." (End of Chapter)