My Ares Son-in-Law

"of course can."

Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and responded calmly.

His gaze swept thoughtfully over the heavy bronze door, his eyes flashing with curiosity and wariness, as if he wanted to see through the door to the world beyond.

Inside suite 999, it was so quiet you could almost hear the dust settling.

Time seems to slow down here, and every second feels incredibly long.

The expensive Persian carpet silently swallowed all footsteps, like a greedy monster that absorbed all sound.

A woman who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old was sitting on a large rosewood sofa.

She is like a white lotus blooming in a quiet valley, exuding an extraordinary and refined temperament.

She wore a moon-white Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam, the color of which was as pure and white as the first snow of winter.

The fabric is top-grade heavy silk, smooth as water, and shimmers with a soft luster under the light, like flowing moonlight.

The cheongsam perfectly outlined her slender and graceful figure, with every line just right—any more would make her look plump, and any less would make her look thin.

The white was not a pure, unadulterated white, but rather like the faint light shining through the morning mist, with an extremely delicate pearly luster.

The pearly light resembled the faint stars twinkling in the night sky, or the soft luster emanating from a pearl in the deep sea, gently falling upon her.

Under the shimmering light, her skin appeared even whiter than snow, as delicate as a freshly peeled egg, without a single blemish.

However, this pearly luster added an indescribable softness to her, like moonlight flowing on a tranquil lake, its coolness revealing a captivating charm that would enchant anyone who looked at her, making it impossible to look away.

Looking at the cheongsam she was wearing, the collar, cuffs, and the edge of the slit were all meticulously designed.

The craftsmen meticulously embroidered the intricate and mysterious lotus scroll pattern with black silk thread, stitch by stitch.

The lotus scroll pattern seems to have its own life, winding and intertwining, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

In between, gold threads were used to outline the design, and the gold threads shimmered with dazzling light under the refraction of light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brilliant and eye-catching.

The combination of black and gold threads exudes unparalleled nobility and grandeur in its understated elegance, as if proclaiming her extraordinary status to the world.

At this moment, she tilted her head slightly, her posture elegant and relaxed.

A wisp of black hair, like a mischievous sprite, lazily hung down beside her cheek, swaying gently with her movements.

Her eyes were half-closed, as if she were immersed in her own world, or as if she was waiting for something.

Those long, thick eyelashes, like butterfly wings, cast a small, alluring shadow under the eyelids, making one want to reach out and touch them to see what secrets were hidden beneath.

Her lips were full and glossy, like ripe cherries, making one's mouth water.

She wore the most popular berry-colored lipstick at the moment; the vibrant color, like a burning flame, added a touch of brilliance to her face.

Her lips parted slightly, as if whispering softly, or perhaps issuing a silent invitation, constantly radiating a fatal, intriguing attraction that compels one to approach her and explore her secrets.

Even more remarkably, a faint, almost imperceptible energy fluctuation seemed to linger around her.

The energy fluctuations were like a gentle breeze or ethereal mist, making her seem both real and unreal. She was like a fairy from a mysterious world, possessing endless mystery and charm, elusive yet deeply captivating.

The woman leaned lazily against the soft couch, not even glancing at the old man standing respectfully at the door.

She was relaxed and at ease, as if all the troubles of the world had nothing to do with her.

After a moment, she spoke slowly, her voice as soft as the finest silk gliding over her skin, yet with a touch of husky magnetism, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, possessing a unique charm: "Old Bai, what is it?"

Upon hearing the woman's voice, Lao Bai bowed even lower, his head slightly drooping, as if afraid that his posture was not respectful enough.

His voice was extremely cautious, each word as if carefully considered before uttering: "Miss, there is a guest outside who wants to consign something for auction."

The woman kept her eyes closed, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

Her voice was flat and calm, revealing no emotion, only a faint hint of impatience at being disturbed, like a ripple on a calm lake: "You know the rules of the auction."

"It's just an ordinary thing; you can decide for yourself. Why bother me and disturb my peace?"

Upon hearing the woman's words, Lao Bai's heart tightened, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He hesitated for a moment, his voice trembling slightly, as if the words he was about to say carried the weight of a thousand pounds: "But Miss... this time... this time the other party took out... a pill..."

"Elixir?"

The woman's otherwise calm words seemed to carry an invisible power.

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's alluring eyes, which had been half-closed, suddenly snapped open!

Her eyes were like a flash of lightning in the cold night, their sharp glint contrasting sharply with her languid appearance!

Those eyes were clear and deep, like two deep pools of water, or like a sharp blade that could pierce through people's hearts, making people afraid to look directly at them.

"you sure?"

Her voice remained steady, like a mountain stream, but subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuations could be heard, as if a turbulent undercurrent was hidden beneath the calm surface of a lake.

Upon hearing the woman's question, Lao Bai quickly stepped forward, his footsteps very light, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He carefully held a small jade bottle in both hands. The jade bottle was crystal clear and shimmered with a soft light under the lamp, as if it were a precious work of art.

Old Bai handed over the jade bottle, his eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

The woman did not reach out to take it, but simply raised her hand slightly, her slender fingers seemingly casually gesturing in the air.

The movements were elegant and graceful, as if they were playing a beautiful piece of music.

In an instant, the jade bottle seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, and floated lightly into her palm.

Her fingers gently caressed the jade bottle, feeling its delicate texture, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and contemplation.

This incredible skill of retrieving objects from a distance unfolded before his eyes like magic. Old Bai's eyes twitched again, and his already lowered head drooped even lower, as if he wanted to bury it in the ground to express his awe of the woman's extraordinary ability. (End of Chapter)