My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhou Keying's body, however, seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, completely beyond her control, and she was involuntarily being pulled by him.

Her steps were a little unsteady, like a child who had lost his way in the dark, only able to follow that warm force closely.

They walked through the coffee shop, Xiao Chen's steps steady and powerful, each step seemingly touching the hearts of everyone present.

The guests at the surrounding tables, who had been whispering and discussing what had just happened, fell silent as if frozen in place when they saw them approaching.

Their eyes were filled with awe and fear, as if they were seeing a pair of gods from another world.

Zhou Fenfang stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly in the direction they had left, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Only after the two figures disappeared outside the revolving door did Zhou Fenfang wake up as if from a terrible nightmare.

She felt as if all the bones in her body had been removed, her legs went weak, and she collapsed heavily onto the soft sofa chair.

Although the sofa chair was soft, it felt like a cold stone to her right now, causing her pain.

Cold sweat had already soaked through the back of her expensive silk shirt, sticking to her back in a sticky, icy sweat that made her shiver involuntarily.

Her heart was still pounding wildly, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, desperately trying to break free of its restraints.

Each jump brought on a wave of dizziness and exhaustion, making her feel as if her head had been struck by a heavy hammer, causing unbearable pain.

She even had to grip the edge of the table tightly to stop her body from trembling uncontrollably.

The edge of the table was white from her gripping it so tightly, as if she might crush it at any moment.

Just a moment ago... she almost actually knelt down!

That primal fear of facing an absolute superior was like a surging tide, almost shattering all her reason and pride.

Zhou Fenfang had been a tyrannical figure in the Zhou family for many years and was a person of absolute authority in this city. When had she ever suffered such fright and humiliation?
Just now, under Xiao Chen's calm and profound gaze, she felt like a tiny ant, who could be easily crushed at any moment.

"What...what is he...?"

Zhou Fenfang muttered to herself absentmindedly, her eyes filled with confusion and fear.

Her fingertips were icy cold, as if they had been touched by a cold wind, devoid of any warmth.

She grabbed the phone from the table, her fingertips turning white from the force, and her knuckles turning bluish-white.

She quickly dialed an encrypted number, and the beeping sound on the other end of the line felt like each beep was a pounding on her tense heartstrings.

"Immediately! Investigate someone!"

"Ancient City, Xiao Chen!"

"I want to know everything about his past! Every single moment! Everyone he's ever been in contact with! Every unusual detail!"

"immediately!"

Her voice carried a urgency and panic that she herself was unaware of, as if she would miss some important information if she was even a second late.

She knew that Xiao Chen was definitely not a simple person, and she had to find out his background before she could feel at ease.

Outside the ancient city square, the sky was overcast, with heavy, lead-gray clouds pressing down overhead as if they might fall at any moment.

The cold wind was like a knife, carrying the unique chill of winter, and came without warning, going straight into people's collars and cuffs, making people shiver involuntarily.

Escaping the suffocating gilded cage of the coffee shop, Zhou Keying felt as if she had broken free from a repressive and protracted nightmare. The winter wind stung her face, but this pain, like a heavy hammer blow, brought a sense of clarity.

She was jolted awake from her daze, her consciousness returning in an instant, only then realizing that Xiao Chen was still holding her hand tightly.

The warm touch made her feel as if she had been burned; her heart suddenly raced and her cheeks instantly burned.

She abruptly pulled her hand away from Xiao Chen's grasp, her movements hurried, as if if she hesitated even a second longer, the heat would melt her completely.

The lingering warmth in my palm, like a brand, lingered for a long time.

The warmth, following the lines of her palm, spread all the way to her heart, making her heart tremble slightly.

Xiao Chen's earth-shattering words to her second aunt were replaying in her mind like a movie.

"I will make your Zhou family understand what true...unreachable status really means."

Those deep and firm words, carrying an unquestionable authority, still seem to echo in my ears.

These two factors combined made her cheeks burn like fire, the blush spreading all the way to her ears, making her feel as if she were being roasted on a fire, unbearably hot.

If her company's employees saw their usually aloof and reserved "iceberg president" acting like a little girl, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

At the company, Zhou Keying is known for her calmness and rationality. She can handle any problem with ease, just like a queen who makes people afraid to get close to her.

But at this moment, in front of Xiao Chen, she completely lost her usual composure, like a young girl experiencing her first love, flustered and at a loss.

"Xiao Chen...you...you actually..."

She hesitated for a moment, her voice barely audible, tinged with panic and confusion.

She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look Xiao Chen in the eye, as if there was something in those eyes that frightened her.

"There's no need... to stand up to my second aunt for my sake..."

"She said some very hurtful things, but she..."

She bit her lip, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.

She wanted to find some excuses for her mother's harshness, after all, she was her family, and she didn't want Xiao Chen to have a bad impression of her mother because of this.

But no matter how hard she racked her brains, she found that any reason seemed pale and powerless in the face of Xiao Chen's declaration.

Xiao Chen's actions were not just for her; they were more like a declaration of his attitude to the entire Zhou family—an attitude that was not to be trifled with or underestimated.

She tilted her head slightly, as if she had mustered up her courage, and slowly raised her eyes to secretly peek at the young man in front of her.

Just now in the coffee shop, the suffocating and terrifying aura emanating from Xiao Chen was like the dark clouds before a storm, making it hard to breathe.

But at this moment, when he shed that intimidating outer garment and put on that extremely simple gray cloth, he exuded a different kind of charm.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, standing firm in the cold winter wind, yet appearing casual and relaxed, without the slightest deliberate effort or affectation.

The winter sun, as if meticulously sculpted by an invisible hand, gently bathed him, outlining the flawless contours of his profile.

His high, straight nose, as imposing as a mountain, spoke of his unwavering resolve and indomitable spirit; his jawline was sharp and hard, as if carved with a knife, each line exuding an undeniable air of authority. (End of Chapter)