My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhou Keying's mind kept replaying her conversation with Xiao Chen and the various analyses about the Zhou family's power.

She was sincerely grateful to Xiao Chen for standing up for her. At a time when the Zhou family's power was like a dark cloud, Xiao Chen was like a ray of sunshine that pierced through the darkness and brought her a glimmer of warmth and hope.

He stood bravely by her side, fighting for her. His firm gaze and fearless demeanor made her believe that perhaps she could truly break free from the shackles of fate and escape the control of the Zhou family.

However, people must eventually face reality. Romantic idealism is like a colorful bubble; although beautiful, it cannot exist for long in this cold, realistic world.

Reality is like a ruthless carving knife, gradually shaving away unrealistic fantasies and forcing people to confront the cruelty of life.

The rules of reality are so cruel and ruthless. The Zhou family's power is too great, like an unshakable mountain standing in her way.

It seems that before long, under various pressures and helplessness, she will still be unable to escape the fate of returning to the Zhou family.

That trajectory was like a pre-set road; no matter how much she struggled or resisted, she would eventually be mercilessly pulled back to the starting point.

Xiao Chen, in the end, may only be a fleeting figure in her life.

Like two shooting stars briefly meeting in the night sky, before each going its own way in different directions.

He will leave behind a brief and vague memory, a memory that may quietly surface in her heart on a quiet night, causing a ripple in her heart, but will eventually be forgotten in the long river of time as time goes by.

Thinking of this, Zhou Keying's steps became even heavier, each step feeling like walking on cotton, weak and powerless, yet she had no choice but to continue forward.

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At the same time, in that tranquil and luxurious area of ​​the ancient city, there was an extremely luxurious lakeside villa.

The villa's exterior resembles a dream castle, shimmering with a captivating glow under the sunlight. Surrounding it are meticulously manicured gardens, where colorful flowers vie for attention, seemingly showcasing the wealth and grandeur of the place to the world.

Inside the villa, Zhou Keying's second aunt, Zhou Fenfang, was lounging in an imported Italian leather sofa.

The sofa was soft and comfortable, like a giant cloud gently enveloping her.

Zhou Fenfang has a full figure, with a rounded shape that is just right, neither appearing bloated nor lacking the charm of a mature woman.

She takes good care of herself; her skin is fair and delicate, as smooth as a young girl's. Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to her, leaving few traces of age on her face and figure.

Only the slightly upturned corners of her eyes revealed the trials and tribulations she had experienced in life and the wisdom accumulated over the years.

Her right hand gracefully held a crystal goblet, which sparkled brilliantly under the light.

The glass held a small amount of crimson wine, like a rosy glow in the deep night sky, exuding an alluring aroma.

She seemed to be savoring the aroma of the wine, her eyes slightly closed, gently swirling the glass to let the liquid rotate and release an even richer fragrance.

However, her slightly furrowed brows revealed her true state of mind; her heart was like a turbulent sea, unable to find peace.

It turned out that the mere thought of Zhou Keying, the daughter of the Zhou family who had been carefully nurtured and on whom they placed their high hopes, currently mingling with that poor, vulgar boy of unknown origin, fueled her uncontrollable rage, like a volcanic eruption. In her eyes, the Zhou family was a prestigious clan with noble blood and a long history, and every member of the family should always uphold the family's dignity and honor.

As the daughter of the Zhou family, Zhou Keying should set an example by associating with scions of prominent families of equal social standing and contributing to the prosperity and development of the family.

But now, Zhou Keying has done something that she finds unacceptable: she's with a poor boy of low status. In her eyes, this is a desecration of the Zhou family's noble bloodline.

She felt that the Zhou family's noble bloodline had been mixed with inferior impurities, making it no longer pure.

The feeling was like swallowing a fly, making her feel nauseous and furious!

Her hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

"Snapped!"

A sharp crack rang out, particularly jarring in the quiet villa.

The wine glass in her hand was slammed onto the gleaming floor, shattering instantly into pieces.

The crimson wine splattered like blood, creating a shocking scene on the floor.

The wine slowly flowed down the cracks in the floor, as if it were the spreading anger in Zhou Fenfang's heart.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the mess before her, but the anger in her chest did not subside at all; on the contrary, it burned even brighter.

A few seconds later, the heavy, intricately carved wooden door of the villa was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a well-tailored, expensive dark suit walked in quietly and quickly.

His steps were light and steady, each step seemingly carefully measured, as if afraid of making the slightest unnecessary sound.

The dark suit fit his body perfectly, outlining his strong and well-proportioned physique. His tie was tied neatly, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine, reflecting a cold light under the lamp.

He held a sealed document bag tightly in his hands. The bag was made of thick material and the edges were reinforced with gold thread, making it look particularly exquisite and important.

His expression was cautious and respectful, his eyes always lowered, not daring to look around carelessly, as if everything in front of him was something that required his reverence.

His gaze swept quickly over the shards of glass and the wine stains on the floor. The shards gleamed blindingly under the light, and the wine stains resembled patches of dark red blood, making the atmosphere in the room even more oppressive and tense.

His steps faltered slightly, like a car traveling at high speed suddenly encountering an obstacle, but only for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and walked more carefully toward Zhou Fenfang's location.

He bowed slightly, the angle of the bend just right, showing respect for Zhou Fenfang without appearing overly humble.

He presented the documents with both hands, and said in a low and respectful voice, "Madam, these are the investigation materials you requested. They are all here."

The voice was like a gentle breeze, lightly brushing past Zhou Fenfang's ear, as if afraid of disturbing her anger at that moment.

Zhou Fenfang didn't even glance at the document; her gaze remained coldly fixed ahead, as if the document didn't exist at all. (End of Chapter)