Chapter 17 Each with their own schemes

"What did you say? Chen Ang quit his job?"

"Yes, it was approved last week. Didn't you know..."

Wen Huilin didn't wait to hear the rest and hung up the phone directly.

She stood on the steps at the school entrance, motionless, as if struck by lightning.

He quit.

Chen Ang quit, and he didn't tell me.

That monthly salary of twelve thousand is gone.

Also, he hasn't been to his part-time job in a long time; he probably quit that too, so that four thousand is gone as well.

Has he given up on life? Is he going to become a pauper?

And he took out loans to buy a BMW, took out loans to sign his son up for interest classes, and spends lavishly on food and drink, ignoring everything at home.

So, is he determined to drag me down to hell with him?

Panicked. Wen Huilin was completely panicked, as if half her soul had been sucked out of her.

Divorce. She must get a divorce. If she drags this out any longer, she'll really be dragged to her death.

The thought of divorce crawled into her heart like a venomous snake.

Wen Huilin closed her eyes and took a deep breath, dispelling the chill seeping out from her bones.

After calming down, she wondered if it were possible that Chen Ang's family really managed to collect a lot of debts?

So that's why he has the confidence? Does he want to use this method to dump me?

Unable to distinguish truth from falsehood, Wen Huilin's heart was in chaos, so chaotic that she lost all sense of composure.

She then hurriedly hailed a taxi, tried her best to calm her emotions, and sent a message to Tu Yuandong:

"He quit his job. I feel very uneasy. I'm going to consult a lawyer now."

Tu Yuandong was busy as a dog; his company was facing a capital chain crisis, and if he didn't secure the order from Luqiao Group, there was a risk of bankruptcy.

When he received Wen Huilin's message, he was waiting outside the office of Luqiao Group to meet with the person in charge.

After seeing the content of the message, he was also startled, shivering involuntarily.

He didn't actually know Chen Ang well. He hadn't known that after Wen Huilin broke up with him, she was pregnant and had found someone to take the blame.

The two of them getting back together only happened the year before last.

At that time, Tu Yuandong had taken on a project for the Urban Investment Company, and Wen Huilin was the person in charge of the finance department for that project.

The two, who thought they would never see each other again in this lifetime, were brought together by fate just like that.

Adulterers, like dry wood and fire, how could they resist reminiscing about each other's bodies?

Later, he heard that Wen Huilin had given birth to a son for him, and he was frightened at the time.

He had a wife and a daughter; it was impossible to get a divorce for a son he hadn't raised himself.

But in his philosophy, one shouldn't miss out on good women, and one shouldn't let bad women go either.

Since Wen Huilin threw herself at him, it wouldn't be right if he didn't provide some emotional value.

The two of them had been hooking up secretly like this for two years.

However, fate didn't go as planned; Tu Yuandong's affair was discovered by his wife last year.

Consequently, he got divorced, and his ex-wife took half of his assets, which in turn caused his company's capital chain to be tight ever since.

Only then did Tu Yuandong turn his attention back to Wen Huilin.

The matter of Wen Huilin demanding a divorce from Chen Ang was all instigated by him, including swallowing up all of Chen Ang's assets.

Both houses were basically in hand, and the savings were also in Wen Huilin's possession; both were waiting for the day they could get the divorce certificate.

Who knew that an accident would suddenly happen on Chen Ang's end? Seeing assets of over five million about to be in hand, only for everything to go up in smoke, Tu Yuandong was extremely frustrated.

Looking at Wen Huilin's panicked message, Tu Yuandong cursed in his heart that this woman was indeed stupid, but right now he still needed her to keep Chen Ang stable.

Immediately, he dialed Wen Huilin's phone number directly: "Tell me first, what exactly is the situation? Don't be too impatient; stabilize your emotions first."

A few words from Tu Yuandong made Wen Huilin's heart settle down quite a bit. She immediately detailed Chen Ang's resignation and his recent abnormal state.

Tu Yuandong frowned while listening. As a man himself, he understood that Chen Ang most likely suspected something.

He knew that at this time, he had to stay steady; he absolutely could not convey panic to Wen Huilin, otherwise, this woman might just sell him out.

"You are right to go consult a lawyer. The divorce matter might need to be accelerated to see if we can cut losses in time."

"What cut losses? What do you mean by that?" Wen Huilin asked, unwilling to accept it.

"Chen Ang is clearly trying to drag you out now. If you divorce now, you can still get half the assets. If he really discovers something, you won't get a single cent by then."

As an old hand who had spent years in the business world, Tu Yuandong understood the principle of knowing when to stop, and that trying to bite off more than one can chew is bad.

Upon hearing this, although she felt as uncomfortable as if her flesh were being cut, she had no better solution at the moment; she was afraid that Chen Ang had truly discovered her secret.

Not hearing a reply from Wen Huilin, Tu Yuandong added: "Listen to me, go consult a lawyer, otherwise if an accident happens, you really won't get a single cent."

"Okay, I will go find a lawyer." After coming to her senses, Wen Huilin panicked again upon hearing this. Having no opinions of her own, she could only follow Tu Yuandong's arrangements.

"Also, are both houses in your name now?"

"The one we live in now is in my name, and the one in the old city district is in Xiaotian's name, and I am the guardian."

"When you have time, go ask around and see if you can sell them. Even if you can't sell them now, we need to have a bottom line and prepare for both scenarios. In addition, you need to hurry up and transfer your savings out, otherwise, when you actually divorce, they might get frozen."

Tu Yuandong patiently offered her advice.

Wen Huilin was completely clueless about these aspects, but she didn't have anyone she trusted right now.

Her parents only thought about her good-for-nothing younger brother, who had borrowed no less than three hundred thousand from her over the years; aside from reaching out for money, they couldn't help her at all.

Although she was currently as disoriented as a headless fly, hearing Tu Yuandong mention the savings made her calm down instantly.

She instinctively thought of grasping the last straw — money.

She wasn't stupid; before Tu Yuandong gave her any guarantees, she definitely wouldn't hand over all her trump cards.

After giving a perfunctory reply, she hung up the phone, deciding to consult a lawyer before making a decision.

She didn't believe it was possible that she would leave with nothing.

~

In the plaza next to the Financial Center, Chen Ang gave Chen Zhuo a few instructions and then hung up the phone.

The weather today was very nice, and many parents were bringing their children to play nearby in the plaza.

Chen Ang paced slowly, watching those innocent and lively children playing with soft eyes.

Unaccountably, he felt waves of heartache.

It wasn't because Chen Zetian wasn't his biological son, but because he suddenly felt that he should have a son, or even a daughter would be fine.

Thinking that he had so much money, with no son to inherit it, in the end, it would most likely all go to his little nephew.

Even though he and his brother Chen Zhuo had a very deep bond, a nephew was ultimately separated by a layer.

In his melancholy, he laughed at himself, laughing that he was only thirty-two; why was he suddenly thinking about not having a son?

If he were to show off his money, he feared that the people wanting to bear him a son could circle Bin City twice.

Turning around to leave, just as he turned, a little thing bumped into his thigh.

Hearing an "Ouch," Chen Ang looked down and saw a little girl like a porcelain doll sitting on the ground on her bottom.

Her skin was crystal clear and tender pink, her rosy little mouth was pouted, her delicate little nose was wrinkled, and her big eyes were full of grievance; it felt like she was about to cry at any moment.

"Little one, you bumped into me... Where are your adults?" A smile spilled from the corners of Chen Ang's mouth; he felt inexplicably close to her and bent down to ask.

"Then do I have to say sorry? But I fell, you didn't, and my bottom has been broken into eight pieces." The little girl spoke in a childish, Mandarin with a Cantonese accent.

Chen Ang felt this porcelain doll was just too cute. He reached out to pick her up and helped her pat the dust off her bottom. "Then I'll say sorry to you, okay?"

The porcelain doll heard this, put away her grievance, and looked at Chen Ang with her big eyes blinking. Her little hands rubbed together vigorously. "No need, let's neither of us apologize. Let's call it even."

Looking at her acting like a little adult, Chen Ang couldn't help but let a smile drift onto his cheeks. He reached out and touched her little head. "Okay, then let's call it even. Tell Uncle, what's your name?"

The porcelain doll smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into crescent moons. "I can't tell strangers my name. Goodbye, Uncle. Grandma Mei must be looking for me, otherwise, I'll get spanked."

After saying this, she turned and ran towards the inflatable castle in the distance.

Chen Ang watched her run to a woman in her fifties, and only after seeing the woman crouch down to help her straighten her clothes did he set his mind at ease.

Turning back to walk out of the plaza, he suddenly thought that if he had such a cute daughter, life would certainly be colorful.

Before leaving the plaza, he turned his head to look at the little girl one more time, muttering to himself, wondering if Shen Pianran had any way to fight for custody against a stranger.