My Ares Son-in-Law

"Do not touch me!"

Mingcheng's voice echoed in the hall, making the ears of those around him ache.

His eyes were bloodshot, with dense blood vessels covering the whites of his eyes, as if they were about to burst open and bulge out.

He stared intently and unblinkingly at the direction of the sofa, his eyes churning with primal madness and resentment, like a wounded beast driven to desperation, ready to perish together with its enemy.

"I do not go!"

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"I want to see... to see how this bastard dies!"

"I want to see with my own eyes how you avenge me, Brother Lang! I want to see him crushed into mincemeat!"

He gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a deep-seated hatred.

Upon seeing this, Jin Lang frowned deeply, his brows furrowing so tightly that they looked as if they could trap a fly.

He knew his cousin too well. Although he was usually good-for-nothing and arrogant, when had he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace and such a terrible physical injury?
At this moment, Mingcheng was like a bomb ignited by hatred, ready to explode at any moment, his reason completely consumed by hatred.

Jin Lang stopped insisting that the bodyguards take Mingcheng away. He knew that forcibly taking Mingcheng away at this moment would only drive him even more insane.

He slowly stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and put his hands back into his trouser pockets. His movements were calm and unhurried, yet they exuded a chilling sense of authority.

His face was as still as a deep pool, without a ripple, like the calm sea before a storm, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze sharp, fixed on the sofa that always faced away from everything and stood out conspicuously.

The sofa was like a mysterious black hole, drawing him to uncover the truth behind it.

He walked steadily towards the sofa, each step firm and powerful, as if stepping on the heart of an enemy.

His Italian-made bespoke suit swayed slightly with his steps, exuding an air of nobility and aloofness.

His Italian handcrafted custom leather shoes made a clear and imposing "tap, tap" sound as they stepped on the gleaming marble floor.

The sound was particularly jarring in the silent hall, like the approaching footsteps of death, making everyone present feel their hearts pound.

He wanted to see for himself which foolish, blind bastard dared to run wild on his, Jin Lang's, turf and beat his cousin into such a wretched state.

He was burning with rage and secretly vowed to make the person who hurt Mingcheng pay a terrible price, to let him know what the consequences would be for offending him, Jin Lang!
Qin Lingling, who was standing to the side, had a face that was originally rosy under her exquisite makeup, but now it was as white as paper, and her face had lost all color.

Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the chaotic and terrifying scene before her. Especially when she saw Jin Lang's face darken like the sky before a storm, and he walked steadily and dangerously toward that dark corner, she felt her heart leap into her throat.

Her full and alluring red lips were already being bitten hard by herself unconsciously, to the point that they were bleeding slightly, but she was completely unaware of it, as if the physical pain was nothing compared to the fear in her heart.

Things unfolded like a runaway horse, completely out of her expectations and control, galloping headlong towards an incredibly troublesome direction that could potentially drag the entire Qin family into an abyss of no return.

She was frantic. Turning away, she frantically pulled her phone from her elegant handbag and started redialing the emergency number over and over again. Her slender fingers trembled violently with extreme fear, and she dialed the wrong numbers several times, but she didn't care. She just kept repeating the dialing motion, muttering under her breath, "Answer it, answer it..."

Just when she was almost overwhelmed by despair, feeling that everything was dark and she could not see any hope—the phone call was finally connected!

In that instant, she felt as if she had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness, and her whole being was invigorated.

"grandfather!"

Qin Lingling's voice was trembling with tears, filled with grievance and panic.

She disregarded elegance and reserve, and recounted the earth-shattering events that had occurred in the institute in the fastest and simplest language.

She tried to keep her voice down, but the trembling tone betrayed her fear. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "Something terrible has happened at the club. Jin Lang's cousin was beaten badly, and now he's going to seek revenge. The person he's going to take revenge on is Mr. Xiao, a guest of our Qin family!"

"Grandpa, please think of something!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, but for Qin Lingling, that brief silence felt like an eternity.

She felt her heart was about to stop, she didn't dare to breathe, and her eyes were fixed on the phone screen, as if she could see her grandfather's expression on that small screen.

Immediately, Qin's voice, though visibly weary, was exceptionally resolute and unquestionable, coming through the phone receiver. His voice, like a sharp sword, pierced through Qin Lingling's fear: "At all costs!"

"We must protect Mr. Xiao!"

"Give the phone to Jinlang immediately!"

"immediately!"

Hearing her grandfather's resounding command, Qin Lingling felt as if a ray of dawn had shone into her heart, and a faint but strong hope rose in her previously despairing heart!
As if grasping at the last straw, she took a deep breath, a long, deep breath as if she wanted to draw all the surrounding air into her lungs, in order to bolster her courage like never before.

She disregarded her disheveled appearance and Jin Lang's chilling aura, gritted her teeth, and rushed forward.

She spread her arms wide, like a protective mother hen, bravely blocking Jinlang's path.

She held the still-on-call phone high, as if it were a sacred sword protecting everyone, and shouted, "Mr. Jin! Please wait!"

"You cannot harm the guests of the Qin family!"

"This is my grandfather Qin Fang's phone number. He has something to tell you personally!"

Her voice trembled slightly with nervousness, each word carrying a hint of tremor, but her eyes were exceptionally firm, like a shining star, steadfastly upholding her beliefs in the darkness.

Jin Lang was walking forward with steady steps and an undeniable air of authority when suddenly his steps faltered slightly, as if he had been gently pulled by an invisible hand.

His gaze, as cold as a frozen pool and devoid of any human emotion, slowly swept over Qin Lingling's exquisitely beautiful face, now as pale as paper. (End of Chapter)