My Ares Son-in-Law

Qin Lingling's originally exquisite makeup looked somewhat disheveled under the immense fear and tension. Her pale face resembled a flower that had been struck by frost in winter, having lost its former vitality.

Jin Lang's gaze fell again on the small cell phone in Qin Lingling's hand, which looked so fragile and insignificant in Qin Lingling's trembling hands.

A cold, disdainful sneer slowly curled at the corners of his mouth, a sneer like a sharp dagger piercing straight into Qin Lingling's heart, as if he had just heard a colossal, utterly ridiculous joke.

"The Qin family? Ha," Jin Lang scoffed contemptuously, his voice like it came from an ice cellar, carrying a chilling coldness. His contempt was undisguised, as if the Qin family were nothing more than ants that he could crush at will. "What are they!"

When he said this, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if the name "Qin family" was an insult to him.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes sharpened, and he casually waved his hand, as if shooing away an annoying fly, as if he didn't think Qin Lingling and her phone were worth much effort.

However, this swing carried an irresistible force, like a surging tide, and slammed directly onto Qin Lingling's wrist!

Qin Lingling felt a sharp pain in her wrist, as if it had been clamped by a pair of iron clamps. She instinctively let go, and the phone flew out of her hand.

The phone traced a helpless arc in the air, like a kite with a broken string, drifting helplessly in the gale.

Immediately afterwards, with a sharp "smack," the phone slammed heavily onto the hard, cold marble floor. The sound was particularly jarring in the silent hall, as if it were the sound of Qin Lingling's hopes being shattered.

The screen shattered instantly, sending countless tiny shards of glass flying everywhere. The phone went completely black, just like Qin Lingling's despair at that moment.

"Don't even mention it was just Qin Fang's phone call. Even if Qin Fang himself stood here today and dared to block my path, he would still get the hell out of my way!" Jin Lang shouted, his voice filled with extreme contempt and impatience. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable domineering aura.

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes revealing a sense of superiority, as if stating an undeniable fact, as if he, Jin Lang, was the master of this world, and no one could defy his will.

The next second, Jin Lang's Italian handmade custom leather shoes stepped over the phone, which was already shattered into countless fragments and had its screen cracked like a spider web, without hesitation.

Each step he took carried an unwavering determination, as if nothing in this space could stop him from moving forward.

He smoothly reached the back of the sofa, his posture upright like a pine tree, exuding an innate sense of majesty and domineering presence.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking down at the figure who remained seated as steady as a mountain, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around him.

The man was even leisurely sipping the amber-colored liquor in his glass, which shimmered with a captivating luster under the light, leaving elegant arcs on the glass as he gently swirled it.

Jin Lang's anger surged instantly, and a cold rebuke was about to escape his lips: "You..."

However, just as the word "you" was halfway out of his lips, a mysterious and terrifying force seemed to suddenly descend.

His voice came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had used the most brutal and terrifying methods to choke him out!

The sudden interruption of the sound was like a rousing symphony abruptly paused, creating an incredibly eerie and terrifying atmosphere. In that instant, it was as if an invisible yet chilling hand, carrying the aura of death, suddenly reached out from the unknown darkness and gripped his throat tightly!

The power was so strong that he felt it was incredibly difficult to breathe, as if every breath was being taken away by this invisible hand.

All the harsh words and anger he couldn't utter were completely blocked in his chest by an invisible barrier, making his face turn red, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

Jin Lang's body was completely out of control, and he took a small step back. His feet seemed to be pulled backward by a huge force, forcing him to retreat.

The arrogant, cold, and angry expression on his face was wiped away instantly, as if by an invisible eraser.

Instead, there was an extreme sense of horror and disbelief; the expression was like someone who had suddenly seen a ghost in broad daylight, filled with fear and despair.

His pupils contracted wildly from shock, almost shrinking into two black dots, as if only in this way could he see the terrifying being before him.

His eyes were wide open, the whites of his eyes covered with dense blood vessels, like a fine spider web.

His body trembled slightly, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain.

It was as if... in broad daylight, he saw something terrifying from the deepest part of hell, something that made his soul tremble!
The presence exuded a chilling aura, causing an endless fear to surge from the depths of his heart, as if his soul would be completely devoured if he looked at it any longer.

The figure before me stood tall and straight, yet exuded an indescribable ease. The slightly exposed profile of his face showed strong lines that also carried a hint of unruliness.

Jin Lang only glanced at it, but he felt his heart clench suddenly, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand!

He knows him!
We definitely know each other!

This memory was deeply imprinted on his soul, unforgettable, like the most dazzling yet unforgettable lightning in the night sky!
No one could understand what kind of earth-shattering, all-consuming turmoil had surged in Jin Lang's heart at that moment!

The surging fear, like a mad beast, rampaged through his heart, shattering his reason.

His mind went blank, leaving only endless fear, which spread wildly like rampant vines, taking over his entire thought process.

He stared intently at the young figure who still didn't turn around, as if all the commotion around him had nothing to do with him.

The young man sat there like an unshakable mountain, unmoved by the changing winds and clouds outside.

Jin Lang's entire body, from his slightly trembling fingertips to his violently beating heart, began to tremble uncontrollably, as if a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making the blood in his body seem to freeze.

A fine layer of cold sweat, like raindrops, instantly seeped from his forehead and temples. (End of Chapter)