My Ares Son-in-Law

Qian Fugui's gaze was fixed on Xiao Chen's face, and the more he looked, the more terrified he became.

The calmness in his eyes and the invisible pressure he exuded gradually overlapped with the vague image he had seen in some top-level private occasions, which circulated only among a very small circle of people.

Suddenly, a crucial flash of inspiration exploded in his chaotic mind, like a thunderbolt striking!
He shuddered violently, all color draining from his face instantly. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, his lips trembled, and he cried out in shock, as if he had seen a ghost:

"Mr. Xiao... Mr. Xiao! You are...! You are that elusive Mr. Xiao!!"

Although Qian Fugui was just an ordinary businessman struggling in the provincial capital, and would never be able to step into the supreme gate of the martial arts world, the name "Xiao Chen" was nothing short of divine authority to him.

Even though he had never seen the real person, those two words were already legendary to him and he held them in awe to the core... They were the kind of people that even the top big shots in the provincial capital had to bow down to!

He could no longer care about the pain on his face. He wanted to kneel down with a "thud," but he forced himself to stop. He just bent over desperately, his waist bent like a shrimp, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Young...Boss! I'm so sorry! I'm terribly sorry! I was blind and failed to discipline them properly. I apologize to you!"

Before he could finish speaking, he abruptly turned around, his fawning expression vanishing instantly, replaced by a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or monstrous) ferocity, like a wild beast that had been provoked, as he hysterically roared at the sales assistants behind him:

"Which blind bastard offended the boss?! Get out here and face your death!"

All the sales assistants in the store, as if drawn by a magnet, turned their gazes, filled with schadenfreude, to Zhang Hualan, whose face had already turned deathly pale.

Zhang Hualan felt a chill run through her body; she was terrified and instinctively wanted to back away, hoping to shrink behind the crowd and hide herself.

But how could Qian Fugui possibly give her that opportunity?

He rushed forward like a tiger descending a mountain, grabbed Zhang Hualan by the collar, and lifted her up like a chick.

Immediately afterward, before she could beg for mercy, a slap filled with boundless rage landed hard on her face!

"Are your eyes on your ass?! How dare you offend the boss?! Are you blind?!"

The slap was extremely powerful. Zhang Hualan was knocked to the ground like a rag doll, and half of her cheek swelled up instantly, with the five finger marks clearly visible.

She covered her face, tears streaming down her face from the pain, and cried out for mercy: "Boss! I was wrong... I really didn't know he was the boss... Please forgive me this time... I'll never do it again!"

"Spare you?"

Qian Fugui's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed her hair and lifted her face off the ground. Then, his fists, as big as sandbags, rained down on her.

"I'm going to cripple you today! You want to kill me?! I'll kill you first, you scourge!"

One punch after another.

The fists landed on Zhang Hualan's face and body, making dull thuds.

She was so badly beaten that she saw stars, blood gushed from her nose, and her newly expensive nose job was knocked askew. Several of her teeth were loose and fell out, spitting out blood. She was almost unconscious from the beating, but with her last ounce of strength, she broke free from Qian Fugui's grasp and scrambled to Xiao Chen's feet, clinging tightly to his trouser leg, crying her heart out, her voice hoarse and broken.
"Boss! I really know I was wrong! I'll never look down on people again! Please, have mercy and spare my worthless life..."

Xiao Chen lowered his eyes and gave her a cold look.

That once mean and arrogant face is now a bloody mess, a truly gruesome sight.

But his voice was devoid of any warmth, like an icicle in the dead of winter, each word piercing the heart: "You reap what you sow."

When Qian Fugui saw that she dared to touch Xiao Chen's trouser leg with her dirty hands, he was terrified, fearing that this action would anger this man and cause him to suffer as well.

He rushed forward, raised his foot, and stomped heavily on the back of Zhang Hualan's head, pressing her face firmly to the cold floor, and cursed angrily:
"Damn it! How dare you touch the boss's legs?! You've dirtied the boss's feet, I'll fucking kill you today!"

With that kick, Zhang Hualan's vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground, motionless. Her face was covered in blood, and she no longer had the strength to cry; only slight twitching remained.

Still seething with rage, Qian Fugui turned to the trembling security guard beside him and yelled, "Drag this blind woman out! Throw her in the trash heap in the back! Don't let her ever show her face in front of me again!"

"Yes, boss!" The security guards didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. They immediately stepped forward, dragged Zhang Hualan, whose face was covered in blood, like a dead dog, and hurriedly carried her out of the store.

After dealing with Zhang Hualan, Qian Fugui immediately changed his tune, his face beaming with smiles as he cautiously looked at Xiao Chen, his demeanor even more respectful than when facing his own father: "Boss, please excuse my rudeness."

Xiao Chen waved his hand expressionlessly, glanced at the glass display case, and said calmly, "My friend likes that jade pendant, wrap it up."

"Okay! Coming right away!" Qian Fugui nodded repeatedly, his smile becoming even more obsequious.

He went to the counter himself, not even letting the sales assistant touch his hand. He put on white gloves, carefully unlocked the lock, and took out the icy, full-green Ruyi pendant.

Then he took out the best brocade box in the shop, wrapped it carefully in layers, and then presented it to Xiao Chen with both hands and respectful manner. "Boss, it's all wrapped up! Please take a look!"

Xiao Chen took the brocade box, casually handed it to Zhou Keying beside him, then took out the black card from his pocket and handed it to Qian Fugui: "Swipe the card."

Qian Fugui reacted as if he had been burned, waving his hands frantically and shaking his head like a rattle drum, a look of fear on his face:
"Boss! You're too kind! It's such a blessing that you took a liking to this pendant! Consider this a small token of my appreciation, please don't be shy about it!"

Xiao Chen frowned slightly and shook his head: "No need."

He has never liked taking advantage of others, let alone such a gift that carries a flattering connotation.

Qian Fugui was sweating profusely, beads of sweat streaming down his face. He secretly gave Qin Xianglan a wink, his eyes filled with a plea for help.

Qin Xianglan observed this, slowly stepped forward, bowed slightly to Xiao Chen, and gently advised him:

"Boss, since he's so sincere in apologizing, please accept it. Otherwise, he probably won't be able to sleep tonight, constantly wondering if he didn't do enough." (End of Chapter)