My Ares Son-in-Law

Without hesitation, the two warriors, as if receiving the most sacred command, immediately stepped aside to make way.

The movements were so synchronized, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

At the same time, they quickly signaled to the internal security personnel to let them through with hand gestures that were skilled and precise, like a carefully choreographed dance.

"Mr. Xiao, please come with me."

Yang Zheng turned slightly to the side, leaned forward slightly, and made a respectful invitation gesture as he spoke to Xiao Chen.

His voice was gentle and humble, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

"Good work."

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips, a smile filled with gratitude and trust.

Led by Yang Zheng, Xiao Chen passed through three security lines without any hindrance, as if strolling in a garden.

The martial artists in front of each cordon line made way for Yang Zheng and Xiao Chen, their eyes filled with awe and obedience.

Finally, they stepped through the heavy gate of the Qin family villa.

The gate seemed to be a dividing line, with the inside and outside of it being two completely different worlds.

The atmosphere inside the villa was even more somber and oppressive than outside, like the calm before a storm, filling one with unease and tension.

The spacious living room was almost entirely filled with fully armed special forces fighters.

They were dressed in black combat uniforms, carrying advanced weapons, and their eyes scanned every corner and every person with vigilance, as if countless dangers were lurking around them.

All the curtains were drawn halfway, making the room dim. Only a few faint rays of light shone through the gaps in the curtains, like a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

An invisible, suffocating pressure filled the air, as if a huge stone was pressing on people's hearts.

Xiao Chen's gaze, sharp as a hawk, quickly swept across the entire area.

His eyes were sharp and focused, not missing a single detail.

Soon, he saw the person he was looking for on the expensive leather sofa in the center of the living room—

Qin Fang, the patriarch of the Qin family, leaned against the sofa with a pale face, as white as a sheet of paper, without a trace of blood.

A thin blanket covered his chest, rising and falling gently with his faint breathing.

He seemed to be having some difficulty breathing, each breath as if he had used up all his strength, but his eyes still maintained the dignity of an old patriarch.

That gaze, like a deep lake, was calm yet resolute, commanding respect.

His son, Qin Hai, sat close to his father, his face solemn and his brows furrowed, as if he had endless worries in his heart.

His tightly furrowed brows, like two small mountains, made it hard for him to breathe.

Qin Hai's wife was sobbing softly beside him, her shoulders trembling slightly, tears streaming down her face. She kept wiping away her tears, soaking the tissues with them.

The low sobs were particularly clear in the quiet living room, stirring up a feeling of pity in one's heart.

Qin Lingling, at this moment, was just like a wounded little animal curled up in a corner, huddled in another corner of the sofa.

She clutched a pillow tightly in her hands, the pillow deformed from her grip, as if it were her only support at that moment. Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and her body was trembling slightly. Although the trembling was not intense, it conveyed a palpable sense of her inner fear.

Those once bright and lively eyes were now filled with terror and helplessness, their gaze wandering aimlessly, like a frightened fawn lost in a dark forest, about to be swallowed by unknown dangers at any moment.

The atmosphere in the living room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. The wary gazes and heavy footsteps of the special forces warriors around her intensified Qin Lingling's fear.

However, when her gaze swept through the crowd, her flustered eyes inadvertently caught sight of Xiao Chen, who was walking in safely accompanied by Yang Zheng, it was as if a beam of light had suddenly shone into the darkness.

In those desperate eyes, an unbelievable glimmer of hope suddenly burst forth, as if grasping at the last straw!

That light, like a spark, instantly rekindled the dying embers of hope in her heart.

Qin Lingling spotted Xiao Chen walking in almost immediately, accompanied by Yang Zheng.

Her body stiffened at first, as if she couldn't believe her eyes, and then, like a drowning person finally grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood, she suddenly stood up from the sofa.

She got up too quickly and accidentally bumped her knee on the coffee table, wincing in pain, but she didn't care at that moment.

Her voice was choked with sobs, a sob mixed with unbelievable joy, as if Xiao Chen's appearance was the most beautiful dream she had ever had. She cried out, "Mr. Xiao! You...you really came!"

The sound echoed in the silent living room, carrying a trembling fragility, yet filled with endless longing.

The exclamation, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly drew the attention of everyone in the living room.

Everyone, who were originally lost in their own thoughts, all turned their gazes toward Xiao Chen at the door.

Qin Fang, who had been closing his eyes and enduring the pain and despair, was now clenching his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, trying to alleviate the physical and mental pain in this way.

When the exclamation reached his ears, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning and abruptly looked up.

His movements were somewhat hurried, and his body trembled slightly from the exertion.

When his gaze fell upon Xiao Chen, his previously dull and lifeless eyes suddenly lit up with a faint glimmer of hope, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

That hope, like a flickering candle in the wind, seemed all the more precious in this atmosphere of despair.

But this glimmer of hope was quickly overshadowed by deeper worry. His brows furrowed, and a hint of concern flickered in his eyes, as if he were pondering whether Xiao Chen's appearance could truly change this critical situation.

Xiao Chen's brows were tightly furrowed, like two insurmountable mountains, and his eyes were filled with worry and solemnity.

His steps were hurried yet steady and powerful as he strode quickly toward Qin Fang.

In just a few days, Qin Fang's transformation was so astonishing that Xiao Chen could hardly believe his eyes!

Once, this old man was vigorous and healthy, with a rosy complexion like a peach blossom in spring, and his eyes revealed wisdom and majesty. Every step he took was firm and powerful, like an unyielding mountain.

But at this moment, his eye sockets were sunken like two black holes, as if time and suffering had gradually devoured his energy.

His complexion was an unhealthy, ashen gray, like the gloomy sky before a storm, devoid of any life or vitality.

His lips were cracked like parched earth, devoid of color, and the cracks seemed to tell the story of the pain he had suffered.

He seemed completely drained of energy, looking more than ten years older and haggard! (End of Chapter)