My Ares Son-in-Law

A string of South Sea pearls, gleaming with a warm luster, adorned the woman's neck. Each pearl was perfectly round and full, of uniform size, exuding an understated luxury that seemed to proclaim the owner's noble status.

Unlike the other guests, she did not hurry straight to the brightly lit gates of the Xunjiang Group.

The gate was like a giant mouth, drawing people inside.

Instead, it stood quietly beside the car, its feet firmly planted on the ground, as if it were one with the earth.

She gazed into the distance, her eyes calm and still, like a bottomless lake, without the slightest ripple.

Yet she possessed an inherent, scrutinizing aura, an aura like an invisible halo enveloping her, making people hesitant to approach her easily.

Wang Haishan couldn't help but turn slightly to the side, his body like a leaf fluttering in the wind, gently turning towards Chen Ziyan, who had a cool and aloof demeanor, beside him.

He lowered his voice and whispered, "Miss Chen, who is that...?"

"Judging by this spectacle, it's extraordinary."

Why doesn't she go over there?

The sound was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, as if afraid of disturbing those around.

His eyes were filled with doubt and curiosity, like a curious child seeing something new.

Chen Ziyan's lips, as delicate as flower petals, slowly curved into a cold arc, an arc resembling icicles hanging from the eaves in winter, exuding a chilling aura. Her ambiguous smile seemed to conceal countless untold secrets.

The smile didn't reach her eyes; instead, her deep eyes revealed a hint of amusement, like an audience member watching a spectacle with great interest.

Her slender fingers, like those of a graceful dancer, gently caressed the icy jade bracelet on her wrist.

The bracelet was crystal clear, like a pool of clear lake water, radiating a soft and charming luster under the light.

Each touch of the fingers felt like a silent conversation with this precious jade artifact.

Her voice was soft, like a whisper carried on the night wind, yet every word was clear, each one sharp and carrying a knowing mockery: "Mr. Wang, you still need to work on your eyesight."

"Look at that woman, she's no ordinary person. She's Zhou Fenfang, one of the powerful figures in the Zhou family of the provincial capital."

"Who do you think she is?"

"The Zhou family's reputation is well-known in the western region. I don't need to explain what that means, do I?"

"Her presence here today represents an attitude, an attitude that cannot be questioned."

"See Number One and Number Two over there? Those two are usually very influential figures in the ancient city. I bet they're already weighing their options: whether to stay and support Xunjiang Group or find an excuse to leave early."

"After all, the Zhou family's prestige is not something they can easily withstand."

She paused, her words like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples, her tone becoming increasingly meaningful, "Just wait, now that Zhou Fenfang is here, this play has only just begun, and who knows how many unexpected plot twists await us."

Upon hearing this, Wang Haishan was stunned for a moment, his expression as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood frozen in place. His eyes widened, as if he could not believe what he had just heard.

Then, a look of sudden realization flashed in his eyes, as if he had suddenly seen a bright light in the darkness, and everything became clear.

The shoulders, which had been slightly tense with worry, relaxed instantly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He even let out a soft sigh, the breath like that of someone slipping off a taut string, carrying a sense of relief.

He murmured, "So it's the Zhou family... No wonder, no wonder."

The voice was filled with a sense of sudden realization, as if all previous doubts had been answered in that moment.

The weight that had been hanging over my heart because of the unexpected strength of the Xunjiang Group today has finally been lifted, like a ship adrift in a storm finally sailing into a calm harbor.

Instead, there is a secret anticipation, like a child looking forward to an upcoming festival, waiting to see what surprises or shocks this dramatic turn of events triggered by Zhou Fenfang will bring.

In the distance, Zhou Fenfang stood quietly, not in a hurry to make any move, like a calm and majestic mountain, exuding an aura that could not be violated.

Her face was extremely well-maintained, smooth and delicate, making it almost impossible to tell her exact age; it was as if time had slowed down on her.

Only the faint lines at the corners of his eyes, like brushstrokes left unintentionally by time, meticulously record the sedimentation of the past years and the unique traces left by the long-term shroud of authority.

Her gaze was like a sharp yet restrained sword, slowly sweeping over everything before her.

First, it stopped on the military jeep parked next to it. The body of the jeep exuded a cold and resolute metallic luster, as if telling the story of the mission and power it carried.

Then, her gaze fell on the black Hongqi car with the special license plate, which was like an invisible pass, highlighting the extraordinary status it represented.

Finally, her gaze fell upon the flower baskets neatly arranged at the entrance, each bearing congratulatory messages from celebrities from all walks of life.

The flower baskets were filled with colorful flowers vying for attention, which should have been a joyous and peaceful scene. However, her meticulously manicured eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, a subtle movement that seemed to be a silent questioning of everything before her.

She came here today not at the invitation of Xunjiang Group.

At her high position, ordinary invitations simply wouldn't catch her eye.

I just heard that after the Zhou family clearly expressed their pessimism about the development of Xunjiang Group, and even hinted at suppressing it, there were still people who were so out of touch with reality, openly supporting Xunjiang Group.

To her even greater surprise, the event also attracted important figures from the Martial Arts Army and the City Lord's Mansion.

In her view, this was tantamount to openly challenging the Zhou family's absolute authority in the western business district.

The Zhou family has been operating in the western region for many years, like a deeply rooted tree, controlling the ever-changing business landscape. Any behavior that dares to challenge their authority will be met with ruthless retaliation.

She wanted to see for herself who had the audacity to oppose the Zhou family at this critical juncture, and who gave Xiao Chen such confidence to disregard the Zhou family's warnings.

The scene before her was somewhat unexpected.

The old snake represents a top-tier merchant, a figure of paramount importance in the business world. His appearance is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, inevitably causing ripples. (End of Chapter)