My Ares Son-in-Law

Especially He Haiyue, she is a well-known beauty among the younger generation in the ancient city.

Those exquisite features seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by God, with every detail perfectly proportioned.

Her skin was as white as snow, with a faint glow, as smooth and warm as mutton fat jade; her bright eyes were like twinkling stars in the night sky, lively and charming; below her high nose bridge was a cherry-like mouth, and when she smiled, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing two adorable dimples, which were mesmerizing.

In addition, her illustrious family background—her father is the owner of a well-known enterprise in the ancient city, and her mother comes from a prestigious family—makes her beauty and family background enough to rank her in the top ten among the younger generation in the ancient city.

Normally, the men who pursue her could line up from the east side of the city to the west side; she had never been treated so coldly before.

Such a beautiful woman took the initiative to chat and invite him out, something many men dream of, yet she rejected him without hesitation.

This was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the flame of pride in her heart.

Moreover, his tone was as calm as if he were talking about today's weather, yet it exuded extreme arrogance.

It was as if in their eyes, they were nothing but clowns, utterly unworthy of knowing his name!
The indifference and aloofness in their eyes were like a sharp dagger, piercing their pride.

This is absolutely outrageous!

In their view, no one in this ancient city dared to disregard them like this.

Seeing He Haiyue's embarrassed expression, a blush rose on her originally fair face, and her eyes revealed a hint of disappointment and embarrassment.

He immediately felt that his chance to shine had arrived, a perfect opportunity to demonstrate his masculinity and responsibility in front of He Haiyue.

He quickly stepped in front of He Haiyue, his movement as swift as a cheetah.

He grabbed He Haiyue's fair arm with feigned concern. The arm was delicate and smooth, like silk, but he didn't care about that at the moment. He only wanted to make a good impression on He Haiyue.

With his other finger pointing at Xiao Chen, trembling slightly with anger, he said to He Haiyue with a mocking tone, "Haiyue, why are you paying attention to this ungrateful guy?"

"She's obviously a shameless person who doesn't appreciate kindness, why should she lower herself to such a low level?"

"Who does he think he is? In this ancient city, he has no right to be so arrogant."

He Haiyue's smile remained unchanged, a smile like an exquisite mask that concealed her true thoughts.

She cleverly used the action of reaching for the red wine on the waiter's tray to slightly shift her body and naturally break free from Mingcheng's hand.

The movements were elegant and skillful, as if everything was within her expectations.

She gently picked up a glass of red wine, swirled it in her hand, and watched the wine rotate in the glass, a barely perceptible hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes.

Mingcheng's hand suddenly went empty, and the sensation of holding He Haiyue's arm vanished instantly, causing him to feel a surge of anger and embarrassment.

He felt as if his face had been slapped hard by an invisible hand, burning with pain, especially in front of everyone, particularly under He Haiyue's scrutinizing eyes. He felt like a clown, having lost a great deal of face.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and the veins on his neck bulged, like earthworms wriggling.

He immediately turned all his anger towards Xiao Chen, his gaze instantly turning cold and provocative, like two sharp daggers piercing straight at Xiao Chen.

He gritted his teeth and forced out a cold voice: "Hey! Kid! Who the hell do you think you are? You dare to act all high and mighty in front of us?"

"You better get this straight, the fact that we asked for your name is a huge favor to you, a huge honor!"

"In this ancient city, no one has ever dared to disrespect us like this. You're the first one!"

Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly, the movement slow and casual, as if he were shaking off an annoying fly.

He simply couldn't be bothered to argue with such a spoiled brat. In his view, arguing with such a person would only lower his own standards, like a noble swan arguing with a toad about who is more beautiful—it was utterly pointless.

He stood up abruptly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets, and with steady and powerful steps, he prepared to leave this place of trouble.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, yet they revealed an undeniable determination, as if nothing here could stop him from moving forward.

In Mingcheng's view, such a move was undoubtedly a sign that the other party was showing weakness and admitting defeat.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a smug and arrogant smile, like that of a child who had just pulled off a prank.

Seeing He Haiyue and the others looking in their direction, their gazes filled with both curiosity and anticipation, his vanity and desire to show off instantly swelled to their peak.

He felt like a hero about to step onto the stage, about to display his prowess in front of everyone.

He suddenly reached out, his arm thick and strong, and grabbed Xiao Chen's arm tightly as Xiao Chen was about to pass by.

His fingers dug hard into Xiao Chen's muscles, as if he wanted to crush Xiao Chen's arm.

His eyes widened, bloodshot, and he commanded sharply, "Trying to leave?"

"Did I fucking let you leave?!"

"You can leave today, but you must first offer a respectful apology to Haiyue!"

"Otherwise, don't even think about leaving easily!"

"In this ancient city, there's nothing I, Mingcheng, can't do. If you dare disobey me, I'll show you the consequences of offending me!"

At this moment, Mingcheng's vanity and desires swelled to their extreme, like a flood bursting its banks.

His eyes became hazy and burning, and his mind began to uncontrollably conjure up a series of erotic images.

He seemed to see He Haiyue deeply conquered by his "heroic spirit," her originally proud head slightly lowered, her eyes full of admiration and love, and then she slowly nestled into his arms like a docile kitten.

He could even imagine He Haiyue's soft body pressed tightly against him, exuding a captivating fragrance that would intoxicate him.

Perhaps tonight, he could bring He Haiyue to that luxurious club suite, and on that soft, large bed, he could indulge in the beauty of this famous flower in the ancient city, feeling her alluring breaths and endless tenderness.

Qin Lingling, who was standing to the side, witnessed this scene and her face instantly turned ashen, devoid of any color, as if all her life had been drained away.

Her once rosy lips had turned bloodless, trembling slightly, and her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. (End of Chapter)