My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen acted as if the woman in front of him, who was deliberately displaying her beauty, was no different from the surrounding air, and he didn't even show the slightest interest in responding.

He Haiyue had never been treated so coldly before.
She was confident in her beauty and was considered one of the most prominent socialites in the ancient city.

On ordinary days, she only needs a slight smile to attract the attention of countless men; she only needs to slightly toss her hair to make men fall head over heels for her.

But at this moment, she was being completely ignored by the man in front of her!
The charming smile on her face froze instantly, like a blooming flower suddenly frozen in ice, awkward and unsightly.

A surge of embarrassment and anger welled up in her heart, an anger that burned like a raging fire in her chest.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, trying to suppress the anger in her heart.

But the thought that even Jin Lang feared this man like a tiger immediately replaced his anger with greater fear.

Her body trembled slightly, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and she dared not make a sound.

Isn't this guy a man?
Why does it seem like I'm completely immune to my own charm?

He Haiyue kept muttering to herself, her eyes filled with doubt and resentment.

She subconsciously looked down at her own figure, wondering if she wasn't pretty enough.

She frowned, then looked up at Xiao Chen again. Or perhaps... this guy's orientation isn't towards women at all?

The thought startled her, yet she also felt there was a slight possibility of it.

He Haiyue was huddled in her seat, her heart like a powder keg that had been lit, her indignant emotions surging through her chest.

One moment she thought of Xiao Chen's disregard for her, and a wave of embarrassment and humiliation surged into her heart; the next moment she couldn't help but ponder repeatedly in her mind what she was not good enough for, why she couldn't catch that man's eye. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she unconsciously bit her lower lip until it almost left a mark.

Just then, a slight commotion suddenly came from the entrance of the club.

In the originally quiet and somewhat oppressive hall, it was as if a small pebble had been thrown into the calm lake, creating ripples.

He Haiyue subconsciously followed everyone's gaze toward the entrance, and upon seeing it, she was instantly frozen in place, as if under a spell.

A graceful figure, exuding a cool and aloof air, walked briskly from the entrance of the clubhouse towards them with light yet firm steps, as if stepping out of a painting.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, yet they carried an innate composure and confidence. Every step seemed to resonate with the hearts of those around him, making them unable to help but turn their heads in awe.

Upon seeing this figure, He Haiyue's eyes widened involuntarily, a mixture of amazement and self-consciousness flashing in them.

The stunning beauty was like a dazzling firework suddenly bursting in the night sky, illuminating her previously somewhat gloomy heart; while the self-consciousness was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into her pride and causing her a sharp pain.

Because the person who came was just too beautiful!

She possessed an impeccably exquisite face; her eyebrows were like distant mountains, as if drawn with the most delicate brushstrokes; her eyes were like stars, sparkling with a cool yet captivating light; her nose was high and elegant, as towering as a mountain range; and her lips were red and small, as tempting as cherries.

Her skin was as white as snow, radiating a soft glow under the light, as if it were delicate and fragile.

Looking at her figure, she was tall and perfectly proportioned. Her slender waist was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her away; her long, straight, and fair legs were like two pure white jade pillars, exuding endless charm with every step she took.

She wore a light blue long dress that flowed like water, perfectly showcasing her figure and exuding both elegance and sexiness.

Her aloof and otherworldly aura far surpassed that of He Haiyue.

That aura seemed to emanate from her very bones—cool and indifferent, yet possessing an irresistible allure.

Like an ice lotus blooming alone atop a snow-capped mountain, noble and pure, it cannot be desecrated or tainted in the slightest.

He Haiyue's confidence, which stemmed from her beauty, was instantly shattered, and for the first time, she felt an indescribable sense of shame and embarrassment.

She subconsciously lowered her head and looked at her red evening dress. She had thought it was very beautiful and eye-catching, but compared to the person who came, it seemed a bit tacky and ostentatious.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "When did such a peerless beauty emerge in this ancient city?"

Under He Haiyue's complicated gaze, the aloof and beautiful figure walked straight up to Xiao Chen.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible tenderness flashed in her eyes, a tenderness as warm and gentle as the spring sun.

Then, she did something that shocked everyone who was secretly watching the situation.

She naturally extended her slender hand, her fingers as white and long as scallions, and gently patted Xiao Chen's shoulder.

Their actions were intimate and familiar, without any restraint, as if they shared a tacit understanding and closeness that others could not comprehend.

"Xiao Chen! What are you doing here?" A clear, melodious voice, tinged with surprise and coquettishness, rang out like a silver bell in the slightly noisy yet luxurious lobby of the club.

The sound instantly attracted the attention of many people around, who all looked curiously toward the source of the sound.

Xiao Chen was sitting on a high stool, holding a glass of amber wine, his eyes calm and indifferent as he watched the slightly swirling liquid in the glass, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, he subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Naturally, he saw the beautifully dressed and radiant young woman in front of him—Zhou Keying!

At this moment, Zhou Keying's long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, with slightly curled ends that added a touch of playfulness and charm.

She wore a light pink off-shoulder dress, and her delicate shoulders and exquisite collarbones shone with a captivating glow under the lights.

The dress was made of a light and airy material, swaying gently with her movements, like a flower blooming in a breeze.

Her face was adorned with exquisite makeup; her arched eyebrows resembled willow leaves, and her eyes were bright and lively, like twinkling stars in the night sky. Below her delicate nose were rosy and sensual lips, which were now slightly upturned, revealing a sweet smile.

The indifferent frost that had always lingered in Xiao Chen's eyes melted instantly, as if the warm winter sun had pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth.

Instead, there was a genuine surprise and an almost imperceptible tenderness, a tenderness like a spring breeze gently caressing one's heart. (End of Chapter)