My Ares Son-in-Law

Wang Kun emphasized the words "young friend" with a special kind of intimacy in his voice.

These two simple words were like a warm ray of sunshine shining on Xiao Chen, while also showing everyone present his protective attitude towards Xiao Chen.

Behind these seemingly ordinary words lies his unwavering support for Xiao Chen, as if telling everyone that with Wang Kun backing Xiao Chen up, no one can easily touch him.

"I am already aware of what has happened today."

He continued speaking slowly and deliberately, his tone as calm as still water, without the slightest fluctuation.

However, hidden within this ordinariness lies a sharp edge, a sharpness that is incomparably fierce, like a sword drawn from its sheath, its cold light gleaming, making people dare not look directly at it.

It was as if this sharp edge would strike without hesitation if anyone dared to make a rash move.

"Go back and tell Zhou Yanhe that if your Zhou family insists on making things difficult for young friend Xiao Chen..."

As Wang Kun finished speaking, he slightly turned his head and glanced at Zhou Fenfang, whose face was deathly pale, out of the corner of his eye.

That glance, seemingly casual, was like two sharp daggers, piercing straight into Zhou Fenfang's heart.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her face became even paler, as white as a sheet of paper, devoid of any color.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Kun let out a soft, cold snort from his nose.

Although the cold snort was soft, it exploded in the air like a thunderbolt.

The voice was filled with disdain and warning, as if declaring to the Zhou family that their actions were under his control, and any move that was detrimental to Xiao Chen would be met with the fiercest counterattack from the Wang family.

"...Hmph! Well then, my Wang family doesn't mind playing along with your Zhou family to the very end!"

"I just hope that Zhou Yanhe, who is behind you, has the guts to make a decision that would drag the Zhou family into an abyss of no return!"

Wang Kun's words were resounding, each one like a bombshell, echoing in Zhou Fenfang's ears.

Threat!

This is clearly a threat!
And it was a very direct and undisguised threat!
This threat, like a surging tide, swept over the Zhou family, making Zhou Fenfang feel suffocated.

This threat came from the old patriarch of the Wang family, Wang Kun, a meritorious official who had left a glorious mark on the history of the Dragon Kingdom and was recorded in history books.

His words represented the strongest voice of the Wang family and were the most severe warning they issued to the Zhou family.

Faced with this sound, Zhou Fenfang felt incredibly small, like an ant, who could be crushed by this powerful force at any moment.

"Oh!"

The muffled sound was like an ancient war god wielding a giant hammer, crashing heavily between heaven and earth, or like a thunderclap suddenly exploding in the clear sky, carrying an overwhelming momentum that reverberated through the air.

In an instant, Zhou Fenfang felt her vision go black, as if she were in the eye of a terrifying storm.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, a mixture of the murderous aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the accumulated power of decades of political ups and downs, surged toward her from all directions like an invisible giant wave.

This oppressive aura, carrying the bloodshed and cruelty of the battlefield, and the scheming and power struggles of the political arena, swept over her without any mercy or compassion, instantly engulfing her completely.

Under this oppressive force, Zhou Fenfang felt like a bird caught in a whirlwind, powerless to resist, and could only let that powerful force manipulate her at will.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, every cell screaming with terror. How could this be endured by a pampered woman, accustomed only to manipulating power struggles within wealthy families and the business world?!
The power, wealth, and means she usually relied on were like a thin sheet of paper in the face of this absolute pressure, easily torn apart.

Her face was no longer pale, but a deathly ashen white, as if all her life force had been drained away.

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground with a soft sound.

His lips trembled, like withered leaves rustling in the cold wind, yet he couldn't utter a single complete syllable.

She wanted to beg for mercy and defend herself, but her throat felt blocked by something, and she could only make muffled "ooh" sounds.

Faced with that absolute, overwhelming power and prestige, all her reliance—her family background and connections that she was usually so proud of—became utterly vulnerable.
All her scheming, those meticulously planned conspiracies and tactics, seemed like a ridiculous farce.

All her resentment, her desire for power and status, seemed so small, so insignificant.

She has no right to do so!
There is no power whatsoever!
Go and refute what this old man said!

This old man stood before her like an insurmountable mountain, leaving her only to look up in awe and reverence.

The deathly silence lasted for several seconds, which felt like an eternity.

In the silence, Zhou Fenfang could clearly hear the sound of her heart pounding, a sound like war drums echoing in her ears.

She felt as if time had frozen, and every second felt like an unbearable year.

In the end, Zhou Fenfang felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and even straightening her spine became extremely difficult.

Her body was limp, like a reed blown down by the wind.

She struggled to raise her hand, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. The hand trembled in the air like a leaf fluttering in a gale.

She waved to her equally ashen-faced entourage and bodyguards, the movement slow and weak, as if she had used up all her strength.

With a voice filled with endless weariness, hoarseness, and even a hint of death, he said listlessly, "Let's... go."

"Back...back to the villa."

The voice seemed to come from a distant place, faint and desolate, as if it were her final compromise with the world.

After saying that, she slumped into the chair behind her like a lump of mud, staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.

Her heart felt like it was being burned by a raging fire, and her resentment surged like a tidal wave!
That feeling of pent-up frustration almost drove her crazy.

She had put in a great deal of effort and made extensive preparations for this operation.

She scrutinized every detail repeatedly; she anticipated every possibility in advance.

She arrived with unwavering confidence and high spirits, envisioning a grand plan: to crush Xunjiang Group and Xiao Chen into the mud, ensuring they would never recover and would disappear from the business world and the martial arts world forever.

She could almost see the scene of Xunjiang Group collapsing, and Xiao Chen looking disheveled and begging for mercy on his knees.

That was the scene she had always dreamed of, the goal she had devoted countless efforts and energy to achieving.

But now, all of that has shattered like a bubble; her beautiful dream has been mercilessly crushed. How could she accept this?! (End of Chapter)