My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhou Keying recalled the immense power of the Zhou family, a clan that had dominated the western region for decades, with deep roots and a complex web of influence, like a towering tree with lush branches and deep-rooted strength.

As for Xiao Chen, although he possesses extraordinary talent and exceptional courage, his strength appears so insignificant in this seemingly unequal contest.

Finally, her worries turned into a barely audible sigh, a sigh filled with helplessness and anxiety:
"Xiao Chen, where does your confidence come from?"

"To confront the Zhou family, who have dominated the western region for decades... is simply like throwing an egg against a rock, a path to certain death."

"Don't you really understand the cruelty of this war?"

"Or do you have some hidden trump card?"

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The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight struggled to pierce through the thick clouds and cast a faint glow, it was exactly eight o'clock.

In front of the Xunjiang Group's gate, there was a lively yet somewhat strange scene.

A brand-new red carpet was laid down from the steps, its vibrant red color like a burning flame, trying to ignite the atmosphere.

On both sides of the red carpet were carefully selected congratulatory flower baskets, with beautiful flowers vying for attention, some as red as fire, some as pink as the sunset, and some as white as snow, with glistening dewdrops on them, shimmering in the dim sunlight.

Every decoration was meticulously chosen, exuding a strong sense of joy and anticipation, as if announcing to the world the arrival of an important moment.

However, Liu Jianming, standing at the end of the red carpet, had a face as gloomy as the morning sun obscured by dark clouds, almost dripping with water.

He was dressed in a sharp suit and should have looked energetic, but at this moment his lips were tightly pursed, turning white, as if he was trying his best to suppress his inner anxiety.

His gaze swept anxiously across the perimeter of the group, his eyes filled with unease and worry.

There were indeed quite a few people gathered there, standing in twos and threes, whispering and talking amongst themselves.

But the smiles on their faces weren't those of people coming to congratulate them; instead, they wore undisguised expressions of amusement.

Some people crossed their arms, a slight smirk playing on their lips; others craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the gate of Xunjiang Group, as if anticipating some kind of spectacle.

Their pointing and whispering, though not loud, pierced Liu Jianming's heart like needles.

They showed no intention whatsoever of stepping into this "festive" place, as if it were a dangerous trap from which there would be no return.

Liu Jianming slowly raised his wrist again, the movement carrying a hint of urgency and helplessness, his gaze fixed on the constantly jumping hands on the watch.

The second hand ticked away, each tick like a pounding on his taut heartstrings.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if two small hills were rising on his forehead, and his face was filled with worry, wave after wave.

Mr. Xiao hasn't arrived yet!

Today is the grand opening ceremony of his own company! For a company, the opening ceremony is like the first cry of a newborn baby—it's incredibly significant. But the legal representative and key figure has yet to show up, leaving him, the nominal "outsider," here frantically trying to cope with this extremely awkward situation, like a headless fly.

What's going on here?
It's like a grand performance where the main character is late to the stage, leaving only the supporting actors scrambling around. How can the show continue like that?
Liu Jianming couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment. If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Chen had saved his life, a debt of gratitude that weighed heavily on his heart and made it impossible for him to refuse, Liu Jianming would never have gotten involved in this mess and started this Xunjiang Group!

When he agreed to help Xiao Chen, he only thought about repaying the debt of gratitude. He never expected that Xunjiang Group would face so many difficulties and obstacles. Now it's like falling into a huge quagmire, and the more he struggles, the deeper he sinks.

Despite his inner grumbling, Liu Jianming was ultimately a responsible person.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and muster his spirits. His spirits were like a flame that was about to go out, but through his efforts, they began to burn again.

He waved to the several well-dressed receptionists, who were all dressed in proper business attire and had exquisite makeup. They should have been a beautiful sight at the grand opening ceremony, but at this moment they all looked worried.

Liu Jianming directed them, carrying beautifully printed flyers, to walk to the intersection to try and attract some people, even if it was just to fill the space, because they couldn't let the grand opening ceremony end in a cold and deserted manner.

But after more than ten minutes, reality was like a bucket of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing the glimmer of hope that had just been ignited within them.

Those elaborately made flyers were like hot potatoes in their hands. They held them up with awkward smiles and handed them to passersby, but no one was willing to take them.

Occasionally, someone would glance over, their eyes filled with disgust and a desire to avoid them, as if they were holding not leaflets, but some terrible virus.

At this moment, Xunjiang Group seemed to have become the source of the plague in the entire ancient city, isolated and rejected by everyone, like an abandoned island drifting alone in the vast sea.

Just as Liu Jianming's heart grew colder and colder, feeling that all his efforts had been in vain and as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, a miracle seemed to occur.

A flyer was finally handed out.

The flyer was like a lost little bird that had finally found a place to perch.

The person who took the flyer was a middle-aged man wearing a well-tailored dark suit.

He stood tall and walked with a steady gait, exuding a calm and capable aura.

He held the thin sheet of paper, and instead of discarding it like the others, he carefully scanned its contents, his gaze as that of a meticulous scholar examining an important paper.

Then, he strode forward, walking straight toward Liu Jianming, his steps firm and powerful, as if carrying an unquestionable determination.

Liu Jianming was standing in front of the Xunjiang Group's gate, feeling frustrated by the deserted and uninvited opening scene. His eyes were dull and lifeless, as if shrouded in a gloom.

Just then, he immediately recognized the person. The familiar figure and unique aura made his dim eyes light up with surprise, like a bright lamp suddenly lit in the darkness.

He quickly forced a warm, enthusiastic smile, a smile brimming with anticipation and longing, and strode forward, his steps hurried as if afraid of missing this hard-won opportunity.

As he walked, he stretched out his hand, his voice filled with excitement: "Haishan! Haha, good brother!"

"I knew it! When it really matters, you'll still remember our past friendship and come to support your old brother!" (End of Chapter)