My Ares Son-in-Law

The crystal chandelier emitted a soft and warm light, illuminating every corner.

Several cushions are casually placed on the leather sofa, as if inviting people to relax completely.

After a long day of work, the three of them dragged their tired bodies back to their temporary "home".

Yun Yuyan was the first to be unable to stand the smell of smoke and alcohol on her body and the lingering fatigue. She wrinkled her nose, like a kitten that had smelled something strange, and cried out that she wanted to wash away the dust.

"I really can't stand this smell anymore. I feel uncomfortable all over. I need to take a bath right away and relax."

After saying that, she went into the bathroom first.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, as if playing a soothing melody for this busy day.

On the spacious viewing platform, the night breeze, carrying the cool air unique to the city, gently blew in, stirring people's hair.

Xiao Chen and Zhou Keying stood side by side, maintaining a subtle distance between them, silently gazing out the window.

Below, a constant stream of cars flowed by, each vehicle like a flashing shooting star, speeding past on the road and leaving trails of light and shadow.

In the distance, neon-lit skyscrapers shimmer, their lights like stars in the night sky, forming a dazzling and illusory sea of ​​light, making one feel as if they are in a dream world.

Xiao Chen tilted his head slightly, his gaze inadvertently falling on Zhou Keying's profile.

This was the first time he had ever looked at her so closely in such a quiet and private space.

Her profile is beautiful and soft, like a finely crafted work of art.

Long eyelashes cast a soft shadow under the light, and below the high, straight nose were slightly pursed lips, revealing a stubbornness and resilience.

Her hair was slightly disheveled by the night wind, which only added to her casual and natural charm.

A strange feeling welled up in Xiao Chen's heart, as if an invisible force was drawing him to understand this mysterious and complex woman.

He wanted to know what kind of heart was hidden beneath her aloof exterior; and how much untold vulnerability and helplessness lay behind her seemingly strong exterior.

The bright moonlight, like a thin veil, gently fell, intertwining with the colorful lights of the city, giving her a hazy and enchanting halo.

The halo seemed like an invisible circle, enveloping her entirely and making her look like a fairy who had stepped out of a dream.

Her jet-black hair cascaded smoothly down her shoulders, reaching all the way to her waist.

Each strand of hair seemed to have been carefully combed, fluttering gently in the breeze like black silk dancing in the air.

That subtle sway, with an indescribable elegance and agility, seemed to be telling the story of her heart.

She wore a silk halter-neck dress with a royal blue base, resembling a deep night sky, mysterious and noble.

The milky white cloud pattern spreads out against the sapphire blue background, like clouds drifting in the night sky, light and graceful.

The long dress made her skin appear even whiter and more radiant, and under the light, her fair skin had a faint glow, as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs were faintly visible. The legs had beautiful lines and firm, smooth skin, as if they were works of art carefully sculpted by God.

Her waist was so slender that it seemed as if it would break with the slightest touch.

Where the skirt clung to her body, the rounded, full curves of her hips and the proudly erect peaks of her breasts created a breathtakingly perfect arc.

The curve is just right, possessing both the charm of a young girl and the allure of a mature woman, making it impossible not to turn heads.

It seems that the Creator has bestowed all his favor upon her; every line is exquisitely perfect.

Her face was adorned with delicate eyebrows, eyes like stars, a high and elegant nose, and full, rosy lips. Her exquisite features combined to create a breathtakingly beautiful painting; any more would be gaudy, any less would be immature.

However, at this moment, a faint, unyielding melancholy shrouded that stunningly beautiful face.

That melancholy, like a dark cloud, obscured her original brilliance, making her seem out of place in the bustling night scene, as if she were a lonely soul forgotten by the world.

This made Xiao Chen think of his wife, Jiang Meng.

In his memory, that woman was more outstanding than Zhou Keying; her every smile and frown was deeply imprinted in his heart.

She was his soulmate, the love of his life.

They had spent countless wonderful times together, and those memories shone like brilliant stars in his heart.

Unfortunately, she remains missing, like a shooting star that left a brilliant mark on his life before vanishing without a trace.

Every time Xiao Chen thinks of her, a deep longing and pain wells up in his heart.

"Xiao Chen,"

Zhou Keying suddenly spoke, her voice as soft as a dream, as if it came from a distant place, breaking the long silence.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on Xiao Chen's face, her eyes filled with a hint of curiosity and inquiry.

"Sometimes, I'm really curious."

"who are you?"

"What happened?"

"Why is it so powerful?"

"You are like a mystery, and I can't help but want to unravel it."

"You seem to hold countless secrets, each one like a dazzling gem, drawing me to explore them."

Xiao Chen stood quietly in place, not answering Zhou Keying's question, which was full of curiosity.

His eyes were somewhat vacant, as if he were lost in his own thoughts, oblivious to the noise and bustle around him.

A moment later, he silently took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The pack was old, with slight wear on the corners, as if it had been repeatedly handled by its owner.

He skillfully pulled out a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and was about to bring it to his lips to light it with a lighter.

Just then, a slender, fair hand with distinct knuckles reached out from the side and gently pressed down on his hand holding the lighter.

The skin of her hand was as delicate as porcelain, gleaming softly in the moonlight. Her fingers were long and strong, like a fine work of art.

Zhou Keying turned her head, her eyes shining brightly in the night, like stars twinkling in the night sky, and spoke softly with a hint of barely perceptible concern.

"Smoke less, this stuff... is ultimately bad for your health."

"Look at the air in this city, it's not exactly fresh to begin with, and then you add smoking on top of that, it's incredibly harmful to your lungs."

Xiao Chen was slightly taken aback, as if he had been suddenly pulled back from his thoughts.

His gaze fell on the hand Zhou Keying was pressing against his own, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a wry smile. (End of this chapter)