My Ares Son-in-Law

Who exactly is the chairman of Dansheng Group? And why is he helping her so much?

Zhou Keying recalled Xiao Chen's figure that night, standing in the corridor, saying "Wait for me," before turning around and pushing open the banquet hall door, his back view calm and resolute.
She recalled that not long after he left the banquet hall, Old Mrs. Zhou followed him out, stumbling and pleading with him.
She recalled Shen Yingying saying on the phone, "This is the chairman's intention," and the respect in her tone was definitely not feigned.

An absurd yet heart-pounding thought suddenly popped into her mind... Could Xiao Chen be the mysterious chairman of Dansheng Group?
"Impossible." She immediately shook her head, forcefully suppressing the thought and constantly reassuring herself.

"Impossible. Although Xiao Chen is powerful and can easily deal with Chen Huan, and can make Old Madam Zhou wary, Dansheng Group is a business empire in the western region. How could the chairman be so young and so low-key?"
"I must be overthinking it; it must be a coincidence."

But the more she tried to comfort herself, the clearer the thought became, like a seed quietly taking root and sprouting in her heart.

She couldn't help but start to recall Xiao Chen's every move and word; those seemingly ordinary details seemed to be hinting at something.

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight shone into Xiao Chen's bedroom through the gap in the curtains.

After washing up, Xiao Chen, dressed in casual clothes, sat on the sofa in the living room, opened his phone, and browsed the day's news.

The headlines were still about Zhou Keying and the multi-billion dollar project. Looking at the photos of Zhou Keying looking confident and composed, a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

Just then, the phone rang, and the words "Shen Yingying" appeared on the screen.

Xiao Chen suppressed his smile, tapped his fingertips, and answered the phone.

“Mr. Xiao,” Shen Yingying’s voice was still respectful on the other end of the phone, but with a hint of caution, “There’s something I need to report to you. Something has happened with Zhou Fenfang.”

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone indifferent: "Oh? What is it?"

"She bought a high-yield investment product a while ago, but she got scammed."

Shen Yingying quickly said, "Right now she's leading a group of elderly people who were also scammed, protesting in front of that financial company with banners. It's quite a scene, and many people are watching."

Xiao Chen tapped his fingertips lightly on the sofa armrest, his face expressionless, only a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. Zhou Fenfang had always been snobbish and greedy for small gains, so it wasn't surprising that she was deceived.

“And another thing,” Shen Yingying paused, then added.

"She seems to be desperate and even called Lin Chengsen for help, but he ignored her. Do you think we should get involved in this?"

Xiao Chen remained silent for a moment, then a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips. There was no sympathy in that smile, only a detached indifference.

"I understand." He only said three words, neither saying that he would intervene nor that he would not, his tone so calm that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chen put away his phone, picked up his coat from the sofa, and leisurely went out the door.

He wanted to see just how far Zhou Fenfang's farce could go.

The morning sun was lovely, warm and bright, and its rays gently warmed my skin.

The streets were bustling with traffic and people, who hurried along, beginning another busy day. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that fell on the ground and swayed in the breeze.

Xiao Chen walked through the crowd, dressed in simple casual clothes. His posture was upright yet unassuming, like any ordinary young office worker—unremarkable and easily lost in the throng. The sunlight grew increasingly blinding, and Xiao Chen squinted slightly, quickening his pace towards the "An Sheng Wealth" company that Shen Yingying had mentioned.

Soon, he arrived at his destination. In the distance, he could see a large crowd gathered, with shouts and cheers rising and falling, creating a lively scene.

Xiao Chen stood at the entrance of "Anxin Wealth" company, his gaze sweeping over the scene before him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A white banner with black lettering hung firmly in front of the company's gate, bearing the bold, crooked words written in thick black marker: "AXA Wealth Management, give me back my hard-earned money!"

Below the banner, twenty or thirty elderly men and women were waving their fists and shouting slogans in a fit of anger and despair.

"Scam company! May they die a horrible death! Give me back my hard-earned money!"

"AXA Wealth Management has defrauded ordinary people! They have no conscience! Give us our money back! Give us our money back!"

The slogans rose and fell, sharp and urgent, attracting more and more passersby to stop and watch, making the company entrance completely blocked.

Zhou Fenfang stood at the very front of the line, making her stand out.

She wore a bright red coat, which contrasted sharply with the somber mood of those around her.

Holding a worn-out megaphone, his voice was hoarse from shouting, yet he refused to stop. His shrill voice could penetrate three streets, and his face was full of anger and regret.

"Everyone, see this clearly! AXA Wealth is a heartless fraudulent company! They use the guise of high-yield wealth management to swindle ordinary people out of their hard-earned money!"

She screamed into the loudspeaker, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I invested over eight million yuan, which was my life savings! Now the boss has run away, and all my money is gone! Everyone must give me their opinion!"

Xiao Chen didn't rush forward. He simply stood on the periphery of the crowd, his hands in his pockets, calmly observing everything before him, like a detached bystander.

His gaze swept over the tightly closed glass door, on which were several crumpled A4 sheets of paper with the words "Company Restructuring, Temporarily Closed" printed in large, cold characters. The handwriting was messy, clearly indicating that they had been hastily pasted on.

Through the clean glass, you can see the empty reception area inside. Several documents and discarded papers are scattered on the floor, and the tables and chairs have been moved. It's a mess, clearly indicating that the company's employees fled overnight.

"How many days has it been?" Xiao Chen turned his head and asked a middle-aged man who was standing on tiptoe watching the commotion, his tone flat and devoid of any extra emotion.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, saw that he was dressed plainly, and didn't think much of it, casually replying:
"It's the third day! I heard that the boss of this company ran away with the money a long time ago, taking away hundreds of millions of yuan. Many old men and women were cheated and are crying their hearts out."

"Several hundred million?" Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected that this small financial company could swindle so much money.

"That's right." The middle-aged man lowered his voice, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

People can't stand seeing others do well, but they love watching others suffer. (End of Chapter)