My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's expression was calm, yet it revealed an undeniable determination as he slowly took a step forward.

This step, seemingly casual, actually possessed immense power, like an invisible boundary marker crashing down, heavily impacting every inch of the coffee shop.

The soothing background music that had filled the coffee shop seemed to have been instantly pulled away by an invisible hand, leaving only a chilling silence.

The air seemed to be gripped tightly by a giant hand, suddenly freezing, making it incredibly difficult to breathe.

The aura that Xiao Chen had always kept hidden to the extreme suddenly awakened like a sleeping ancient beast opening its eyes!
That aura, carrying an ancient and mysterious majesty, surged forth from his body like a flood bursting its banks, unstoppable.

A powerful aura that transcends all things and disregards life and death suddenly erupted, as if it would shatter the entire coffee shop.

That was the aura unique to the God of War, the absolute will possessed by a being who had truly looked down upon the abyss and wielded his sword at the summit of the abyss!
This will is as hard as steel and as fiery as flames, making it impossible to look directly at or resist.

It carries a sense of control and disdain for all things in the world, as if declaring that in this world, it is the master and the rule!

The anger and disdain on Zhou Fenfang's face froze instantly. Her chin, which had been held high, suddenly drooped down as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

Her eyes widened, her pupils trembled violently, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Her body involuntarily took a step back, her high heel slamming against the chair leg with a piercing screeching sound that seemed particularly jarring in the quiet café.

Her heart felt as if it were being gripped by a cold, iron hand, almost stopping, each beat accompanied by excruciating pain.

She stared intently at the young man in front of her, dressed in cheap clothes, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

A profound and incomprehensible fear, originating from the depths of her soul, gripped her, making her feel like a tiny ant facing a ferocious beast, who could easily crush her at any moment.

This feeling... this suffocating sensation, as if facing towering mountains or a vast, deep sea!
It was a power that inspired awe and fear from the bottom of one's heart, as if it could devour one's soul.

She had only ever felt that way about the old man in the provincial capital who stood at the very top of the pyramid of power and wealth, looking down on all living beings like a god.

That old man held immense power and wealth, and his every word and action could determine the fate of countless people. His eyes always carried a haughty indifference and majesty that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

But how could such an aura possibly appear on a petty thug from an ancient city?!

Zhou Fenfang's mind was in chaos; she couldn't believe her eyes and her feelings.

In her eyes, Xiao Chen was just an ordinary person from the bottom of society with no background. How could he possibly have such a strong spirit and will?

This completely overturned her understanding, plunging her into deep fear and confusion.

"Auntie,"

Xiao Chen raised his head slightly, his expression calm yet exuding an undeniable authority. His voice remained soft, as gentle as a mountain breeze, yet his words seemed to contain the force of a thunderbolt, each word carrying immense power, striking heavily against Zhou Fenfang's already crumbling heart.

The voice was like a series of sharp daggers, piercing straight into the depths of her heart, making her already panicked heart tremble even more.

Zhou Fenfang felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat, making each breath incredibly difficult.

Her lips moved uncontrollably, as if she wanted to say something to refute or defend her pitiful dignity, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't make a sound.

The Zhou family's heritage, which she was so proud of, the glory and wealth passed down through generations, the wealth and status she had always regarded as supreme power, enough to allow her to roam freely in this city—all of this now seemed so pale and laughable under the gaze of those calm, deep eyes. Those eyes were as deep as the vast universe, as if they could see through everything in the world.

In her eyes, she was like a clown, performing recklessly, unaware that every move and every word she made had already been seen through by the other party.

The pride and confidence she had carefully built up, like a sandcastle on the beach about to be flattened by the waves, crumbled and dissipated little by little under Xiao Chen's gaze.

"In your eyes, I may be as insignificant as dust now."

Xiao Chen turned slightly to the side, his gaze passing over Zhou Fenfang and landing on the bustling yet restless ancient city outside the window.

The streets outside the window are bustling with traffic and people, all busy in this city, fighting tooth and nail for a little bit of fame, fortune and status.

But all of this seemed so insignificant in Xiao Chen's eyes.

His eyes held a sense of detachment and indifference, as if he had seen through the world's splendor and illusion.

"But remember what I said today."

Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze and returned it to Zhou Fenfang's pale face.

That gaze was like a deity proclaiming the fate of mortals, carrying an unquestionable majesty and resolve.

His voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly etched into Zhou Fenfang's soul: "I will make your Zhou family understand what true...unreachable status really means."

These words were like a thunderclap, ringing out in Zhou Fenfang's ears and making her dizzy.

She felt as if she were in an endless abyss, surrounded by darkness and fear, with no hope or light in sight.

She wanted to struggle and resist, but faced with Xiao Chen's powerful aura, she found herself completely powerless.

Xiao Chen stopped looking at the distraught Zhou Fenfang. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He reached out and naturally took Zhou Keying's cold, trembling hand beside him.

Zhou Keying's hands were very cold, as if they had been blown by a cold wind, and they trembled slightly, as if telling of her inner fear and unease.

Xiao Chen's hand was warm and strong, tightly enveloping Zhou Keying's hand, as if conveying endless strength and comfort to her.

His movements were so natural and gentle, as if he were cherishing a precious treasure.

"Zhou Keying, let's go."

Xiao Chen's voice was deep and steady, as if it possessed an irresistible magic.

His palm gently rested on Zhou Keying's hand, the warmth passing through her skin carrying a reassuring power.

Zhou Keying trembled as the heat of his palm burned her, as if an electric current instantly spread throughout her body.

Her mind went completely blank. She had been still reeling from the shock and tension of Xiao Chen and Zhou Fenfang's confrontation, but now the heat had thrown all her thoughts into disarray. (End of Chapter)