My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen didn't speak again, his eyes showing neither pity nor anger, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial interlude.

He turned slightly to the side and calmly walked through the crowd of elderly people. His steps were steady, and he exuded a distant aura. No one dared to step forward to stop him, and they could only watch helplessly as he walked to Zhou Fenfang's side.

"Let's go." His voice remained calm, devoid of any extra emotion, yet it instantly brought Zhou Fenfang, who was still in a daze, back to her senses.

Zhou Fenfang subconsciously gripped the black leather suitcase in her hand, following closely behind Xiao Chen, her steps slightly unsteady.

The office behind me was in complete chaos. The cries, pleas, and mutual accusations and complaints of the elderly were all mixed together, creating a jarring and disheveled atmosphere.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't been so foul-mouthed and publicly mocked Mr. Xiao, we wouldn't be unable to get our money back!"

"How dare you talk to me like that? You were cursing me the loudest just now, even calling Mr. Xiao a good-for-nothing who lives off a woman!"

"It's all over, everything's over... That was my life savings for my funeral, and it's all gone..."

The curly-haired woman slumped onto the cold floor, her hair disheveled, tears streaming down her face, her gaze fixed on Xiao Chen's departing figure, tears flowing uncontrollably.

She kept replaying the scene at the door, how she had arrogantly pointed at Xiao Chen and used the most sarcastic words to mock his clothes and his "unemployment." Those light words now felt like the loudest slaps to her face.

She never imagined that the young man she had looked down upon was actually a powerful figure who could command the utmost respect from Master Wan, while she herself had destroyed twenty years of savings because of a few careless words.

As Xiao Chen and Zhou Fenfang reached the company entrance, they bumped into someone, staggering and nearly hitting Zhou Fenfang.

It is Lin Chengsen.

The eldest son of the Lin family in Luocheng, central China, who was once so glamorous and arrogant at the Zhou family banquet, now looked utterly disheveled.

His expensive suit was wrinkled and clung to his body, covered in dust and bloodstains. His face was bruised and swollen, with bloodstains still hanging from the corners of his mouth. His cheeks were swollen and his eyes were unfocused. Where was the dignity of a young master from a wealthy family?
Having just been brutally beaten to the ground by Master Wan's men, his arrogance had been shattered, leaving only deep-seated fear and humiliation.

The moment Lin Chengsen saw Xiao Chen, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded: "Xiao...Xiao Chen?"

When he was being beaten, he vaguely heard someone in the office repeatedly mention "Mr. Xiao," but he was so dizzy from the beating that he didn't pay any attention to it.

But now, seeing Xiao Chen calmly walk out of Master Wan's office, with Zhou Fenfang, who was being treated with respect by Master Wan, a terrible thought instantly exploded in his mind...

Could it be that the big shot who made Master Wan bow down and kneel down to apologize is Xiao Chen, whom he had always looked down on and even mocked?
"Xiao Chen!" Lin Chengsen seemed to have grasped at the last straw. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, he rushed over and grabbed Xiao Chen's arm tightly, his eyes filled with urgency and pleading.

"Xiao Chen, please plead for me! Master Wan's men have been beating me. Tell them to stop! I know I was wrong, I'll never dare to be arrogant again!"

Xiao Chen glanced down at the arm that was being held tightly by him, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of barely perceptible disgust flashed in his eyes.

Lin Chengsen sensed his displeasure and quickly released his grip, forcing a fawning smile and speaking in a humble tone: "Xiao Chen, we've met before, at the Zhou family's banquet! I am Lin Chengsen, the eldest son of the Lin family of Luocheng, we..." "I don't know you." Xiao Chen's voice was cold, directly interrupting him without any courtesy. The aloofness in his tone was like an ice pick, instantly piercing Lin Chengsen's hopes.

Lin Chengsen's smile froze instantly, and embarrassment and awkwardness surged into his heart, his face turning pale and then red.

He wanted to say something more, to use the Lin family's name to put pressure on him, but suddenly he saw several people walking up behind Xiao Chen... They were Wan Baye's men, and the one in the lead was the tall guy who had just slapped him.

The tall man walked up to Xiao Chen, immediately putting away the fierce look on his face, bowing respectfully, and speaking in an extremely humble tone: "Mr. Xiao, please take care. Eighth Master asked us to escort you to the door."

Xiao Chen simply nodded without saying a word, then turned and led Zhou Fenfang out, never glancing at Lin Chengsen again, as if he were just an insignificant stumbling block on the roadside.

Lin Chengsen panicked and instinctively tried to chase after him, but the tall man blocked his way with such force that he almost crushed his arm.

"Young Master Lin," the tall man said with a playful smile and mocking eyes, "don't be in such a hurry to leave. We haven't settled our score yet. Eighth Master said that you need to settle the score for insulting him earlier."

Lin Chengsen's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he trembled all over. The fear of being brutally beaten surged into his heart again, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

He turned his head and stared intently at Xiao Chen's departing figure, his lips trembling, wanting to call out to him, wanting to beg him to show mercy.

But when the words were about to come out, he realized that he didn't even know Xiao Chen's background. In fact, Xiao Chen's words "I don't know him" had already cut off all his escape routes.

Behind him, the sounds of fists and feet striking again rang out, mixed with Lin Chengsen's heart-wrenching screams and humble pleas for mercy, extremely jarring.

Xiao Chen didn't stop walking, nor did he turn around, as if everything behind him had nothing to do with him... He was reaping what he sowed, which was only natural.

Zhou Fenfang couldn't help but glance back. She saw Lin Chengsen curled up on the ground, his face covered in blood, too weak to even resist. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively stopped, whispering, "..."
"Xiao Chen, will Young Master Lin be alright?"

Xiao Chen didn't turn his head, his tone flat and indifferent: "I won't die."

Those three simple words, yet they carried an undeniable certainty, instantly shut Zhou Fenfang up, and she dared not ask any more questions.

She stole a glance at Xiao Chen's profile. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face, outlining his clear features. His eyes were calm and deep, making him unfathomable.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that Xiao Chen was truly unfathomable.

She suddenly remembered her previous mockery and disdain for Xiao Chen, her willingness to beg Lin Chengsen rather than trust him, and the slaps she had received, and a wave of guilt washed over her.

As I stepped out of Jinshengda Company, the afternoon sun shone on me again, warm and dazzling, as if the chaos and disarray in the office just now were nothing but a nightmare.

Zhou Fenfang suddenly remembered something, opened her suitcase, and looked at it over and over again… (End of Chapter)