My Ares Son-in-Law

In this chaotic world, nothing seemed to truly bind Xiao Chen, nor could anything stir any fear within him.

He is like a towering mountain that stands firm, unmoved by howling winds or torrential rains.

Those so-called powers and statuses are nothing but fleeting clouds in his eyes; there is no one he can fear.

He possesses unwavering conviction and fearless courage, seemingly born with an aura of dominance over the world.

Xiao Chen's gaze inadvertently swept over Zhou Fenfang, who was not far away.

At this moment, Zhou Fenfang's carefully maintained elegant demeanor had completely vanished.

Her face was almost completely petrified, like a statue frozen in place. Even her forced smile was completely frozen, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if being pulled by an invisible force, unable to return to their original curve.

Her eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. Her eyes were wide open, almost bulging out, filled with fear and panic.

When Xiao Chen saw Zhou Fenfang's discomposure, he immediately understood.

It seems that Wang Li, who came uninvited, is far more powerful and influential than he had previously estimated!

Zhou Fenfang has always been arrogant and domineering. She is like a proud peacock, always holding her head high and looking down on the people around her.

But now that even she is showing this side of herself, her importance is evident.

This is like a huge rock suddenly being thrown into a calm lake, creating huge waves, and Wang Li's appearance is undoubtedly that huge rock.

The atmosphere at the entrance of Xunjiang Group was subtle and tense, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

Those around noticed the unusual aura and stopped in their tracks, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with doubt and unease.

Wang Li originally intended to personally pin the small but meaningful white magnolia corsage in his hand to Xiao Chen's chest.

This white magnolia corsage has a warm and smooth texture, with petals as white as snow and a faint fragrance. It represents the highest level of recognition and support, and is Wang Li's way of valuing and affirming Xiao Chen.

He walked steadily toward Xiao Chen, each step seemingly carrying an invisible authority.

However, he had only taken two steps forward when his sharp, hawk-like gaze suddenly fixed on the front door.

The white jade Pixiu with a split belly, which was deliberately placed there, shimmered with an ominous, pale luster under the sunlight, like a demon hiding in the darkness, exuding a sinister aura.

The abdomen of this Pixiu was maliciously damaged, with a large gash torn open, as if it had been forcibly ripped open by some powerful force, making it look particularly ferocious.

His face darkened almost instantly, like the sky before a storm, filled with dark clouds, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

His already resolute facial features became even more stern, his brows furrowed tightly together, like two mountains about to collide.

His eyes revealed anger and dissatisfaction, as if a flame was burning within them.

On such a joyous occasion as a grand opening, why send such an ominous object whose feng shui has been maliciously damaged?!

This is simply a blatant offense to Xunjiang Group.

This isn't a congratulatory visit at all! It's clearly a deliberate attempt to sabotage the event, a blatant provocation and curse!

In feng shui, this split-bellied Pixiu is considered an unlucky symbol that will bring misfortune and disaster to the person who brings it.

A surge of anger welled up in Wang Li's heart. He never imagined that someone would do something so outrageous on this important day.

Having spent years navigating the complex power dynamics and vortex of interests in his high-ranking position, Wang Li had witnessed far too many shady and underhanded dealings to count. From the power-money transactions and intrigues among officials to the deceit and ruthlessness in the business world, every single one flashed through his mind like a movie.

He has eyes as sharp as an eagle's, able to see through appearances to the essence of things.

Without much thought, his icy gaze swept across the crowd like a searchlight.

That gaze carried an unquestionable majesty, as if it could pierce through one's soul.

He quickly identified the middle-aged man in the gray Zhongshan suit.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes darted around, like a frightened mouse, looking left and right, not daring to meet anyone's gaze.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, rolling down his cheeks and glistening in the sunlight.

His body trembled slightly as he tried to hide himself in the crowd, as if that would allow him to escape the impending disaster.

That guilty look on his face was practically an admission of guilt, as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark.

Wang Li snorted coldly, his voice like a chilling wind in winter, sending shivers down one's spine.

He temporarily abandoned his plan to pin a corsage on Xiao Chen. In his view, the person in front of him who was making trouble was the key person he needed to deal with right now.

Then, he casually but solemnly placed the small, exquisite white magnolia flower in his hand on the ceremonial table covered with red velvet next to him.

The bright red velvet fabric stood out against the pure white of the magnolia blossoms, adding to the solemnity of the occasion.

Then, he strode forward with steady, imposing steps toward the middle-aged man.

His steps were firm and powerful, each step seemingly coinciding with the heartbeats of the crowd, causing the surrounding air to freeze slightly.

People stopped what they were doing, their eyes fixed on him, barely daring to breathe, afraid of missing any detail.

Finally, he stopped just a step away from the middle-aged man.

He was tall and imposing, standing there like an unshakeable mountain.

He looked down at the other person from his superior position, his eyes filled with anger and authority.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a cold, hard quality, like metal clashing against stone, as if an ice pick pierced the bone: "Did you send this?"

The middle-aged man felt an invisible, immense pressure, like a mountain, pressing down on him, almost suffocating him.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment.

He shuddered, his head drooping even lower, almost burying itself in his chest, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, trying to escape reality.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something to defend himself, but he dared not utter a single word.

He could only stare intently at the tips of his shoes, as if some magical pattern on them could save him from his predicament.

He tried to get away with silence and feigning deafness, but in his heart he kept praying that Wang Li would let him go.

After all, the other party could easily crush him. (End of Chapter)