Chapter 52 Fight! This lawsuit must be fought to the bitter end!

Attorney Zhou Zheng flipped through the bank statements of Chen Ang's salary card, then looked at some other photos, his brows raising involuntarily.

As he looked, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. Shaking his head, he attributed this intuition to having experienced too many similar cases.

He then tapped the materials against the desk to align them and set them aside. Removing his rimless glasses, he pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at Ms. Wen. "Ms. Wen, let me ask you a few questions. Are there any other bank cards under your husband's name besides this salary card?"

"I can't find any," Ms. Wen's voice sounded dry. "This is the only card he gave me."

Attorney Zhou Zheng felt a bit helpless. After all, ordinary people aren't professionals and don't understand the key points; he could understand that. So, he patiently continued, "There are no large deposits here. Your husband's monthly salary was 12,000 before he resigned, and there have been almost no deposits on this card since he resigned."

"Also, you previously mentioned that Hengxing Investment has over 20 million USD in cash. Is this money under his name? It's not reflected here."

Attorney Zhou Zheng's tone carried disappointment, which Ms. Wen picked up on.

But she couldn't give up just yet. She frantically flipped through the documents Attorney Zhou Zheng had just organized. "The legal representative of Hengxing Investment is his younger brother, Chen Zhuo, with a registered capital of 24.9 million USD. It's paid-in capital."

She then pointed to a note on the document, "This company was only registered at the end of October this year. This money must have something to do with Chen Ang; the legal representative is his own brother."

"Then who is the shareholder of New Hengtai?" Attorney Zhou Zheng asked, pointing to a document on the side.

"I can't find out. Corporate information in Hong Kong isn't public." Ms. Wen shook her head.

Attorney Zhou Zheng leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on the desk, and fell silent for a moment.

"Ms. Wen, even if we take a step back and assume you suspect these companies are actually controlled by your husband, you still need evidence to prove it."

"Even just a company document he signed, an email sent in the name of this company, a recording of him admitting he is the boss. These... do you have any of them?"

Ms. Wen felt as if she had taken ten thousand points of critical damage. Her mouth was tightly shut, her teeth biting her lower lip, and she didn't give any answer.

"The legal representative of Hengxing Investment is Chen Zhuo, not your husband. There is currently no direct legal connection between your husband and Hengxing Investment."

"If you try to file a lawsuit with these materials, you might not even get it registered, let alone win. Therefore, your husband is a very cautious person who hasn't revealed any legal loopholes."

Sighing, Attorney Zhou Zheng, who had originally thought he had a chance to take on a big case, could only shrug with slight regret, indicating his inability to help.

In truth, after reviewing the materials, he was already thinking of backing out. The chances of winning this case were too slim; the client had nothing but traces and clues, but not a single piece of direct evidence with legal validity.

The opponent had made their asset segregation watertight: using a brother as the legal representative, routing funds through Hong Kong, and leaving almost no assets under their own name domestically.

He had seen people like this before, but each one was a tough nut to crack—impossible to bite into without breaking your teeth.

This was a thankless job. The lawsuit couldn't be won, and in the end, the legal fees wouldn't even equal what he earned telling bizarre, funny stories to netizens in his live streams.

"So, Ms. Wen, I cannot take your case. You should find someone else."

Ms. Wen's heart had been sinking along with Attorney Zhou Zheng's words. When she heard the word "refuse," she suddenly looked up, her lips slightly parted, the light in her eyes seemingly slapped away, leaving only confusion.

At this moment, she felt a complex mix of disappointment, unwillingness to accept defeat, and hatred.

She was unwilling to accept not getting a share of Chen Ang's money. They were clearly a legal couple; why couldn't she get half?

She hated that Chen Ang had calculated against her so thoroughly. She thought about how she had been married to Chen Ang for seven years; even if the child wasn't Chen Ang's, she had genuinely given seven years of her youth.

Was this worth absolutely nothing in Chen Ang's eyes?

If she didn't vent this anger, if she couldn't settle this, she would choke on her own frustration.

How could she vent her anger? Only money.

Raising her head again, she regained her fighting spirit, and a fire of hatred reignited in her eyes. "Lawyer Zhou, I have other evidence. It's photos of him cheating."

She hurriedly pulled her phone out of her bag, opened the photo album, and handed it to Attorney Zhou Zheng.

On the screen was a photo, clearly taken from a distance. A man was holding a woman's waist as they walked along the road.

The woman was almost hanging off him, her head resting on his shoulder, her hair loose. Her face wasn't clear, but one could see she was wearing a light gray suit jacket.

The man's profile was illuminated by the dim streetlights, slightly blurred.

"Someone sent this to me. He's cheating. Last night, he was hugging and holding this woman and they went home together. I have a witness who saw it with their own eyes."

Hearing that there was solid evidence, Attorney Zhou Zheng's interest, which had previously waned, piqued a little.

He glanced at it and found the photo wasn't clear, so he said, "Send the photo to my work phone."

He then immediately pressed the intercom to instruct his secretary to print out the photo.

Then he glanced at the photo again. Two seconds later, he frowned and looked at Ms. Wen. "The faces of both people in the photo are unclear, and their identities cannot be confirmed."

Ms. Wen leaned in a bit and pointed at the intimate couple in the photo. "Doesn't this count? They're hugging."

"He could easily claim this was just helping someone while drunk." After a pause, he shook his head repeatedly in disappointment again. "Ms. Wen, this doesn't even count as cheating. The case can't be won, and I have no need to ruin my own reputation."

Ms. Wen was instantly silenced, her briefly rekindled fighting spirit crushed instantly.

She sat motionless in the chair, gripping the strap of her bag with both hands as if it were a life-saving straw.

When she wanted to say something else, she looked up and saw Attorney Zhou Zheng's speechless expression, and suddenly realized that no matter what she said, it would be useless.

"Fine, thank you, Lawyer Zhou. If I have new evidence, I'll come back to you."

She stood up and packed away the document folder.

Attorney Zhou Zheng gestured for her to leave. Ms. Wen gathered her remaining strength, bracing her limp body, and walked out of the office.

In the office, Attorney Zhou Zheng let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes for a moment.

Suddenly, the secretary pushed the door open and placed the printed photos on his desk.

Seeing that the client had left, she pointed at the photos with some confusion. "Attorney Zhou, these photos..."

Attorney Zhou Zheng didn't even lift his eyelids.

The secretary immediately and tactfully retreated, closing the door behind her.

Attorney Zhou Zheng sat up and casually glanced at the photos on the desk. That sense of familiarity emerged again.

He reached out, pulled one over, and began to look. The photo was much clearer than on Ms. Wen's phone, but with just one look, his entire body froze.

He quickly brought the photo to his eyes, staring fixedly at the woman in the light gray suit in the picture.

Most of her face was buried on the man's shoulder, revealing only half her forehead and one ear.

Many people have Van Cleef & Arpels white mother-of-pearl earrings, and a light gray women's suit is common professional attire; even her updo hairstyle was not unique.

But, all of these appearing on one person—even if the photo was a bit blurry and one couldn't see the person's full face—Attorney Zhou Zheng still recognized her.

This woman was Shen Pianran.

And this man was Mr. Chen, who had originally wanted to hire him to handle his divorce case, the one who drove a BMW and didn't wear a luxury watch.

What the hell...

Last night, he had seen it with his own eyes. He had watched as Shen Pianran was taken home with her waist held by him.

He thought back to Shen Pianran's "goodnight" social media post.

In an instant, he felt his blood rushing wildly to his head, making his neck hot and his cheeks burn.

This fucking isn't just helping someone while drunk.

The two of them went home together and slept together.

And they said it right in front of me.

Damn it, Ms. Wen's scumbag husband who hid assets and cheated, was that man who ignored him and looked down on him.

Take it. This case must be taken.

Fight. This lawsuit must be fought, and it must be fought to the death.

Attorney Zhou Zheng was as energized as if he had been injected with adrenaline. With a livid face, he picked up the phone and dialed. "Ms. Wen, I've reconsidered your case, and I've decided to take it."

On the other end of the line, Ms. Wen was stunned for a moment, and a glimmer of excitement reignited in her eyes.