My Ares Son-in-Law

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd burst into laughter again, their laughter filled with mockery and disdain.

"Being poor isn't your fault, but it is wrong of you to come out and embarrass yourself when you have no money..."

"Hahaha! If he can really call someone, I'll call him 'Dad' on the spot! I mean it!"

"Just wait and see how this poor bastard ends up. Let's see how long he can keep up this act."

As Zhang Hualan listened to the laughter and mockery of the crowd around her, her smile deepened, her face full of smugness.

She was just waiting to see how Xiao Chen would slink off the stage and embarrass himself in front of everyone when he couldn't come up with the money and no one showed up.

Zhou Keying stood beside Xiao Chen, simply shaking her head slightly, a helpless bitter smile on her face.

She knew perfectly well that this small shop manager dared to provoke Xiao Chen so brazenly; he must have a death wish.

Just a few minutes later.

At the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, several impressive black Mercedes-Benz vans suddenly came to a screeching halt, their tires screeching against the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the doors of the two cars in front were pushed open, and eight burly men in black suits jumped out of the cars.

These people were all tall and muscular, with cold and stern faces. They exuded a powerful sense of oppression that kept strangers at bay. The atmosphere at the once lively street corner instantly froze and became extremely oppressive.

In an instant, the Treasure Pavilion fell into complete silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the doorway, their faces filled with shock, only one thought in their minds…

Who on earth is this important figure?
This is quite a grand affair!
Seeing the astonishing scene outside the door, Zhang Hualan's heart skipped a beat, and she panicked instantly, a nameless fear welling up inside her.

Could it be... that the poor bastard really called him?
But then she thought about it again and immediately rejected the idea... How could that be! Absolutely impossible!

How could a penniless pauper dressed in cheap clothes possibly know such an important person? You must be overthinking it; it's just another important person passing by.

Qin Xianglan slowly stepped out of the third Mercedes-Benz van, dressed in a smart and elegant long dress, exuding a powerful aura and a cold and beautiful expression. She strode straight into the Treasure Pavilion.

Seeing this, Zhang Hualan quickly forced out her brightest, most fawning smile, bent down, and prepared to fawn over this woman who clearly had an extraordinary status.

But Qin Xianglan didn't even glance at her out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze was fixed on Xiao Chen, and she quickly walked up to him, her posture extremely respectful.

"Mr. Xiao, I've arrived." Qin Xianglan bowed deeply to Xiao Chen, her tone extremely respectful. "These are the ignorant fools who dared to speak rudely to you and offend you?"

As soon as Qin Xianglan finished speaking, the dozens of tall bodyguards behind her bowed in unison, their voices clear and powerful: "Greetings, Mr. Xiao!"

Inside the Treasure Pavilion, a deathly silence fell instantly, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Immediately following, a chorus of gasps filled the hall; everyone was utterly stunned by what they were seeing. Holy crap!!
This poor, pathetic kid who had just been mocked and ridiculed by everyone...

This gentleman, everything he just said was actually true!
Is he really some kind of reclusive super tycoon?

Was that black card he just pulled out also real?

Good heavens! What kind of terrifying, powerful figure is this?!
Many people instinctively took out their phones, wanting to capture this once-in-a-lifetime scene, a sight they might only see a few times in their lifetime.

However, Qin Xianglan's bodyguards immediately stepped forward and, while polite, forcefully ushered them all outside the shop. The crowd could only manage a blurry but tall silhouette of Xiao Chen through the glass.

Xiao Chen looked up at Zhang Hualan, whose face was already deathly pale and who was trembling all over, and asked in a calm tone, "Now, do you believe me?"

Zhang Hualan's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her voice shook so badly that she could only repeat one sentence over and over again:

"I...I believed you...Mr. Xiao, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

Xiao Chen gave a cold snort, stopped looking at her, and turned to Qin Xianglan, saying, "I want to see the owner of this shop."

Qin Xianglan nodded immediately, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. She took out her phone, quickly scrolled through the numbers, found one, and dialed it directly.

As soon as the call connected, she immediately launched into a cold, angry rebuke, her tone utterly domineering:
"You surnamed Qian! I am Qin Xianglan! I'm right here in your Treasure Pavilion! I'll give you one minute to get out here right now! If you're even a second late, I'll have your shabby shop burned down and then personally break your legs!"

The last trace of color drained from Zhang Hualan's face, leaving it as pale as paper. Her eyes, as she looked at Qin Xianglan, were filled with utter terror and despair.

Just how powerful is this woman?
Their boss, Qian Fugui, was a prominent figure in the provincial capital, well-connected in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and respected by everyone in the underworld.

Who would dare speak to him like that? It's simply unbelievable!

It hadn't even been a minute.

A middle-aged fat man with a protruding belly and covered in sweat rushed out of the back office, panting and scrambling, looking completely terrified.

Upon seeing Qin Xianglan, his face immediately broke into an extremely fawning and ingratiating smile. He jogged over to greet her, bowing and scraping as he spoke:

"Miss Qin! Miss Qin! Your arrival is an honor! Why didn't you let me know in advance? I could have personally greeted you at the door and given you a warm welcome!"

Without a word, Qin Xianglan raised her hand and delivered a loud and powerful slap to Qian Fugui's face, angrily shouting:
"Hey, you surnamed Qian! You've got quite the attitude! Your employees dare to be disrespectful and rude to Mr. Xiao. Are you tired of living, or do you not want to stay in the provincial capital anymore!"

Qian Fugui staggered from the blow, and half of his face swelled up instantly. He covered his face, about to show a wronged expression, but when he heard the words "Mr. Xiao," he was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body, and his whole body went limp, almost collapsing to the ground.

Qin Xianglan had to respectfully address him as "Sir"?
In the provincial capital, Qin Xianglan was already a powerful and influential figure. What kind of extraordinary background must someone have to command such respect and fear from Qin Xianglan?
His legs trembled uncontrollably, and his gaze, stiff and trembling, turned to Xiao Chen beside Qin Xianglan. (End of Chapter)