My Ares Son-in-Law

"Miss." Qin Mian bowed respectfully.

"Whose seats are those two empty ones in the VIP section?" Qin Xianglan's gaze remained fixed on the two empty seats, her tone now colder.

Qin Mian was taken aback for a moment, then quickly took out the seating chart he carried with him, glanced at it, and his expression changed slightly. He hurriedly said, "Miss, these are Mr. Xiao Chen and Miss Yun Yuyan's seats."

"Where are they?" Qin Xianglan's voice grew colder, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes. "Was the invitation verified? Why didn't they come?"

"It has been verified."

Qin Mian didn't dare delay. He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, dialed the security office, and quickly asked a few questions. In just a few seconds, his face grew increasingly pale, until finally it was almost ashen, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He put down the walkie-talkie, his voice a little strained, and said cautiously, "Miss, Mr. Xiao and Miss Yun's invitations were verified at nine o'clock this morning, and the two have already entered the venue."

"They've entered?" Qin Xianglan's voice suddenly rose an octave, her tone filled with disbelief. "Since they've entered, where are they? The VIP seats are empty, where did they go?"

Qin Mian took a deep breath, steeled himself, picked up the walkie-talkie again, and carefully questioned the security guards and staff who were present at the time. As the conversation progressed, his body began to stiffen slightly.

He put down the walkie-talkie, lowered his head, and said in a heavy tone, "Miss... Mr. Xiao and Miss Yun have already left."

"Gone?" Qin Xianglan's voice was as cold as ice, and her aura instantly became sharp. "What do you mean 'gone'? I personally signed the invitation and personally delivered it to the guest. How could they have left? Explain yourself!"

"According to the security guards and staff who were present at the time..." Qin Mian swallowed hard, not daring to look Qin Xianglan in the eye.

"After Mr. Xiao and Ms. Yun entered, they waited in the VIP lounge for the auction to begin. Later, Zhou Hao from the Zhou family took the initiative to provoke them, questioning the source of their invitation and making insulting remarks, which led to a conflict between the two sides."

"Zhou Hao summoned Zhang Que, the manager on duty in the lobby... who was the same manager who was in charge of reception just now."

Qin Mian's voice grew softer and softer.

"Zhang Que not only failed to stop Zhou Hao's provocation, but also sided with Zhou Hao, publicly making things difficult for Mr. Xiao and Ms. Yun, questioning their qualifications as guests, and mocking them for not being worthy of being in the VIP area. In the end... Mr. Xiao left Wanbaoge with Ms. Yun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the guests noticed the commotion on Qin Xianglan's side, stopped talking, and turned to look at her with shock.

They had never seen Qin Xianglan with such an expression before... It wasn't just simple anger, but a deep-seated fear.

Yes, fear.

Qin Xianglan's face paled instantly, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She knew Xiao Chen's strength better than anyone else. He was a powerful figure who made even the Qin family bow down to him, vengeful and ruthless.

She went to great lengths to cultivate a good relationship with Xiao Chen, even personally delivering an invitation, all in an attempt to curry favor with this powerful figure.

But now, because of a foolish manager and an arrogant playboy, all their efforts may be in vain. If Xiao Chen gets angry, the Qin family may face annihilation.

"Zhang Que." Qin Xianglan's voice was terrifyingly calm, without a trace of emotion, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present. "The manager on duty, is his name Zhang Que?"

"Yes, Miss." Qin Mian hurriedly replied, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "Where is he now?" Qin Xianglan's gaze swept across the hall, her tone almost overflowing with murderous intent.

"They're... in the lobby, entertaining several VIP guests." Qin Mian wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling. He knew very well that Zhang Que was doomed this time.

Qin Xianglan didn't say anything more, turned around, and walked towards the center of the hall.

The high heels clicked on the bluestone pavement, each sound like a heavy hammer blow to Qin Mian's heart, and to the hearts of everyone present, causing a strange sense of unease.

In the center of the hall, Zhang Que... the same Manager Zhang who had just made things difficult for Xiao Chen, was all smiles as he fawned over Zhou Hao, trying to curry favor with him.

He was oblivious to the impending doom he was in, still displaying a smug and boastful demeanor.

"Young Master Zhou, don't worry, I've already sent those two away!"
"That invitation clearly came from who-knows-where. They're just trying to freeload at Wanbaoge and get acquainted with you. I've seen plenty of people like that. A few words from them and they're gone. It definitely won't affect your mood at the auction!"

"Zhang Que".

A chilling voice suddenly came from behind, instantly extinguishing all of Zhang Que's smugness.

Zhang Que froze, as if frozen in place. He slowly turned around, and when he saw Qin Xianglan standing three steps away, her face as cold as ice, his face turned deathly pale, and his tongue began to tie itself in knots.
"Miss... what brings you here? I... I was entertaining Young Master Zhou..."

"Did you verify Xiao Chen and Yun Yuyan's invitations?" Qin Xianglan didn't look at Zhou Hao beside her; her gaze was fixed on Zhang Que, and her tone was devoid of any warmth.

"Yes...yes, Miss."

Zhang Que swallowed hard, forcing a smile as he tried to explain, "Miss, although those two people's invitations were genuine, they were dressed plainly and drove a very old car. They didn't look like important figures at all. I thought..."

"What do you think?"

Qin Xianglan interrupted him, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips, a smile devoid of any warmth, only endless mockery.

"Do you think that just anyone can get an invitation from Wanbaoge? Do you think that when I, Qin Xianglan, issued the invitations, I just picked up anyone on the street and handed them out?"

"No...no, Miss, that's not what I meant..." Zhang Que's voice trembled, and his legs began to shake slightly. He could feel that Qin Xianglan's killing intent had locked onto him.

"I personally signed and delivered their invitations to them."

Qin Xianglan's voice was calm and unhurried, yet it was like a dull knife, cutting into Zhang Que's nerves again and again, each word carrying immense pressure.

"When I issued this invitation, I specifically noted... that you will enjoy the highest level of VIP treatment, including a VIP lounge and exclusive services, did you know that?"

"I...I don't know..."

Zhang Que panicked completely, tears welling up in his eyes. "Miss, I really didn't know! I was confused for a moment. I saw that they were dressed plainly and mistakenly thought they had sneaked in. I was wrong, Miss, I was really wrong!"

A deathly silence fell over the hall. All the guests held their breath, staring in their direction, their faces filled with shock. (End of Chapter)