My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhou Fenfang felt that her understanding of Xiao Chen was just the tip of the iceberg.

"This, this..." Zhou Fenfang gripped her phone tightly, her fingers turning white from the force. She suddenly looked up at Xiao Chen standing to the side, her lips trembling, a thousand words stuck in her throat, unable to utter a single one.

The principal of over eight million was not only recovered in full, but also turned into ten million.

This isn't just recovering losses; it's practically making nearly two million out of thin air—faster than robbing a bank!

Having lived most of her life, she had never seen anything so outrageous. At this moment, she was filled with ecstasy and disbelief, and her eyes were filled with awe and guilt as she looked at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen stood alone by the office window. The afternoon sun streamed through the glass, pouring down behind him and outlining a tall yet hazy silhouette, as if it were gilded with a faint golden light.

His expression remained calm and serene, without the slightest ripple in his eyes, as if this farce involving millions of dollars and the fate of many people had nothing to do with him; he was merely an uninvolved bystander.

“Mr. Xiao,” Wan Baye kept his back bent, his posture extremely humble, his face full of a careful, ingratiating smile, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Are you satisfied with this arrangement? The money has been raised for Ms. Zhou. I will take the yellow butter to turn myself in. I will not dare to delay in the slightest."

Xiao Chen didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly. His movements were casual and indifferent, without any airs, yet he exuded an undeniable authority, which instantly relieved Master Wan, yet he dared not slacken in the slightest.

He knew better than anyone that the man in front of him was a distinguished guest of the garrison. Not to mention a mere Wan Ba ​​Ye, even the heads of the top wealthy families in the provincial capital would have to be extremely respectful and bow their heads when they saw him.

Before Zhou Fenfang could fully recover from her sudden elation, the office door was suddenly flung open with a bang, and a group of elderly men and women rushed in, making a ruckus and instantly shattering the office's tranquility.

Leading the group was the curly-haired auntie who had been the one at the door who had been the most sarcastic and cutting in her tone when she mocked Xiao Chen.

"Mr. Wan! Mr. Wan!" The curly-haired woman pushed through the crowd, her face plastered with a fawning smile, and ran all the way to Mr. Wan, her eyes filled with eagerness and greed.

"I heard you're going to refund our money? And even give us extra interest? Is that true? We just saw Sister Zhou get the money at the door, you can't be biased!"

The elderly men and women following behind had their eyes shining and their faces filled with eager anticipation, all chiming in with their own opinions.

They saw it clearly at the door: Zhou Fenfang was carrying a black leather suitcase with a solid ten million yuan. Moreover, Wan Baye's men had privately revealed that everyone would be refunded plus interest.

This made them instantly excited, their eyes reddening, and they wished they could rush in and grab the money... That was their life savings for retirement and their last money!
Wan Baye's expression stiffened slightly, and the smile on his face instantly faded.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Xiao Chen by the window, his eyes full of supplication... The matter of refunding the money depended entirely on this man's decision; he dared not make the decision on his own.

Xiao Chen remained standing in the same spot, his back to the crowd, his expression indifferent, revealing no emotion, as if he hadn't heard the commotion behind him at all.

But the more this happened, the more uncertain Wan Baye felt, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

He swallowed hard, cleared his throat, and was about to speak to smooth things over when he suddenly felt a gaze sweep over him… It was Xiao Chen's gaze. That gaze was calm as still water, without the slightest hint of hostility, yet it was like a cold, sharp knife, instantly piercing through his disguise, sending a chill down his spine and making the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Gentlemen," Master Wan composed himself, forcing a smile to suppress his inner turmoil, and began, "You've come at the right time. I've invited you all here today because I have something to announce to you."

The elderly men and women instantly fell silent, holding their breath and staring expectantly at Wan Baye. Their eyes were practically overflowing with anticipation, and they didn't dare to breathe too loudly, afraid of missing something.

Master Wan took a deep breath, his tone respectful, and deliberately raised his voice: "Today, for Mr. Xiao's sake..."

At this point, he pointed to Xiao Chen by the window, his movements cautious and filled with reverence.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Xiao Chen, like spotlights, firmly locking onto that tall and straight figure.

Zhou Fenfang was stunned, and the ecstasy on her face froze instantly... Although she knew Xiao Chen was powerful, she did not expect that Master Wan would return everyone's money because of Xiao Chen.

The curly-haired woman froze, her fawning smile stiffening, her eyes filled with disbelief…

This young man, whom she publicly mocked for being "dressed in cheap clothes" and "poor and pathetic," was actually a big shot whom even Master Wan had to treat with utmost respect and give face.
All the elderly men and women were stunned, their mouths agape, their eyes filled with shock, bewilderment, and a hint of barely perceptible panic.

They recalled their mockery, disdain, and contempt towards Xiao Chen at the door earlier, and those sharp and sarcastic words. Their hearts skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into their minds.

Just as Master Wan was about to continue speaking, a faint voice suddenly interrupted him, clearly reaching everyone's ears, carrying a hint of chill that was barely perceptible.

"Wait a minute."

Xiao Chen walked slowly from the window, his steps unhurried, each step seeming to touch the hearts of everyone present.

His gaze first swept across Wan Baye's face, his eyes calm, yet Wan Baye subconsciously lowered his head. Then, his gaze fell on the group of elderly men and women whose faces were full of astonishment and whose eyes were filled with panic.

The corners of his mouth curved into a very faint smile, so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet it inexplicably sent chills down one's spine, like the calm before a storm, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

“Master Wan,” Xiao Chen spoke, his voice neither loud nor soft, but clear and firm, carrying an undeniable authority, “What did you just say? For Mr. Xiao’s sake?”

Master Wan's heart skipped a beat, his whole body stiffened, and he instantly realized he had said the wrong thing...

He shouldn't have dragged Xiao Chen into this without permission, and he certainly shouldn't have used Xiao Chen's name to do favors. This clearly touched a nerve with this man.

His forehead instantly broke out in a dense layer of sweat, which he dared not wipe away. He could only lower his head and barely dare to breathe.

Xiao Chen walked up to Master Wan, slightly raised his eyes, and swept his gaze over everyone present. His voice remained calm, yet it struck each person's heart like a heavy hammer: "What does your debt to them have to do with me?" (End of Chapter)