Chapter 72 Bentley Continental GT, Half of It Is Mine Too

Shen Pianran was somewhat puzzled as to why Chen Ang would not tell the truth to his parents; she furrowed her brows slightly, pondering the reason.

Chen Ang seemed to know exactly what she was thinking and began to explain, "My mother has a weak heart and has undergone bypass surgery, so she cannot handle any stress. If something were to actually happen, I'm afraid..."

"Besides, Chen Zhuo has just decided to divorce and the agreement has already been signed. For two brothers to get divorced at the same time would make the older generation feel like they can't hold their heads up."

"You should know that in rural areas, divorce is a scandal, and furthermore, I have been raising someone else's son for six years."

"She is not me; she certainly wouldn't be able to withstand the blow that this truth would bring."

Shen Pianran suddenly understood, and the slight tension on her face gradually relaxed. She looked at Chen Ang's expression, feeling a sense of being moved.

After a moment of silence, she returned to her usual style and said, "So, Wen Huilin already knows all your schemes, and she knows that you are aware of her plotting from seven years ago?"

Pausing for a moment, she asked again, "Where did the problem arise?"

Chen Ang habitually reached into his pocket for a cigarette, glanced at Shen Pianran, then immediately put it away, shaking his head with a wry smile, "Because of the purchase receipt for the patek philippe, she found out about my assets elsewhere and probably thought about seizing my property through legal means."

Shen Pianran gave an acknowledging hum, gracefully stood up, walked to the window, opened it just a crack, and then pointed to the cigarettes on the table, "Go ahead and smoke if you want; I don't have that many rules here."

Chen Ang looked at her, confirming it wasn't just a polite gesture, and lit a cigarette, continuing, "It's quite a coincidence; she went to find a lawyer, and the person she found was none other than your suitor, Attorney Zhou Zheng."

Shen Pianran was walking toward the sofa holding the ashtray; upon hearing this, she froze and a wry smile appeared on her face, "That is indeed a coincidence. In that case, I have no choice but to agree to your request."

She bent down to set the ashtray down, smoothed the wrinkles of her skirt along her hips with both hands, and sat down beside Chen Ang.

"If that's the case, Wen Huilin's move is very precise. Your parents don't know the truth, so the better she acts in front of them, the more protection she will have when it comes to the divorce lawsuit in the future. What she wants isn't just a meal; it's a bargaining chip."

Chen Ang nodded and flicked the ash, "Not only that, but she is also buying time, forcing me to hold back for fear of damaging the vase, while also taking the opportunity to find dirt on me."

Shen Pianran nodded and continued to listen to him.

"I don't dare to gamble on my mother's ability to cope. If it were just a divorce, perhaps she could withstand it, but if she were to find out that the eldest grandson she dotes on is actually someone else's child, that blow..."

Shen Pianran's eyelashes fluttered; she could understand the obsession older people have with carrying on the family line.

Just like herself, her parents kept pressuring her to get married, all because they wanted to hold a grandchild.

"You don't need a lawyer; you need a suitable woman. You want me to prepare your mother for what's coming."

Shen Pianran cleverly realized Chen Ang's intention.

"Not entirely," Chen Ang gave a wry smile, "I need someone in front of my mother to let her slowly see another possibility. It's not about laying everything out on the table directly, but at least giving her some mental preparation."

"My mother is very smart. I think she probably already has some suspicions, and I can take this opportunity to lay it all out for her. Your appearance is a hint; after the divorce, I can have more options. Because if I bring you before her, she will know how much you weigh in my heart."

"In your heart, how much I weigh?" Shen Pianran's eyes flickered slightly, her tone taking on an ambiguous meaning. She curled her lips slightly, "Fine, I agree."

Chen Ang let out a sigh of relief and nodded, feeling quite grateful.

"If you want to thank me, shouldn't there be some substantial gesture?" Shen Pianran smiled teasingly.

The tail of this sentence was half a tone higher than usual, causing Chen Ang's heart to skip a beat, as if something not easily detected was beginning to sprout.

"Fine, just tell me directly what you want."

"I'll tell you when I've thought about it; I'll keep it a mystery for now." Shen Pianran's eyes were full of smiles, "Then I'll go home and change my clothes first. I can't go to a family dinner wearing a skirt suit; otherwise, people will think I'm here to discuss a contract."

"You look like you're here to discuss a contract no matter what you wear," Chen Ang said with a laugh as he stubbed out his cigarette.

"Thanks a lot, Boss Chen. That is the highest compliment for a lawyer." She stood up, walked to the door, and rolled her eyes at Chen Ang, "Send me the address later."

"I'll drive you, and we can discuss a few things on the way."

Chen Ang followed her out, and the two entered the elevator one after the other.

Sitting inside the silver-gray bentley Continental, Shen Pianran glanced at the interior, "Not bad at all; it looks understated yet luxurious."

Chen Ang fastened his seatbelt and retorted, "With a badge like that, can it really be understated?"

Shen Pianran smiled without a word.

The Continental drove out of the Financial Center, its silver-gray body merging into the traffic.

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After Chen Ang's lie about the interest class was exposed, Wen Huilin spent the entire afternoon in a daze.

Suffering through until five o'clock, she was physically and mentally exhausted to the extreme, her nerves tortured to the point of being unable to withstand the slightest stimulation.

Finally, it was almost time to get off work.

She couldn't wait to leave the company and quickly hailed a taxi to head toward the Third Primary School.

After picking up Chen Zetian, she didn't even have time to ask about her son's situation at school before hurriedly hailing another taxi to rush to the location of tonight's dinner, the Suiyuan Restaurant.

The taxi hadn't even gone two kilometers when her phone rang.

Jian Ting's name popped up on the screen.

"Sister, something big happened." Jian Ting's voice was very low, but she spoke quickly, "Hengxing Investment just injected 50 million in cash into a newly registered subsidiary this afternoon."

Wen Huilin gasped, and her fingers gripping the phone tightened suddenly.

"There's more," Jian Ting paused, "Under that subsidiary's name, two cars were delivered today. One is a Land Rover Range Rover, costing just over a million. And another... a bentley, a Continental GT, top-of-the-line, costing exactly 4.5 million."

The back seat of the taxi suddenly became very quiet.

Chen Zetian was digging through his backpack for snacks beside her, the rustling sound of the plastic bag sounding exceptionally harsh.

Wen Huilin switched the phone to her other hand because the palm of the hand she had been holding it with had already broken out in a thin layer of sweat.

"Huilin? Are you still listening?"

"Yes." She replied, her voice trembling slightly. Steadying herself, she asked, "Are you sure it was Hengxing Investment that provided the money?"

"Yes, I'm sure. The car purchase contract went through the accounts of Antai Leasing, which is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Hengxing Investment, just registered today, and the legal representative is named Tan Xiaolei."

Tan Xiaolei?

Wen Huilin chewed on this name; it felt somewhat familiar.

After hanging up, she remembered that he seemed to be a friend of Chen Ang from his hometown.

She leaned back against the taxi seat, her dazed gaze fixed on the streetscape rapidly receding outside the window.

Her mind was occupied with the 50 million.

Such a large sum of money, transferred just like that, and the company's legal representative was also his acquaintance.

And a Land Rover, a bentley, 4.5 million!

She remembered at noon at Lintian Pavilion, the calm and unruffled look in Chen Ang's eyes as he poured tea for his mother and picked up food for his father.

Now, it finally made sense.

He had sufficient confidence.

He was never that pathetic loser who begged her for three thousand yuan; everything was an act.

He had money, he was spending it, and he was turning his money into cars and companies.

While she was still pathetically being tricked into paying for the household expenses.

No, she was entitled to a share of this money, and she absolutely had to get it back.

She gritted her teeth, her right hand trembling slightly as she opened the WeChat chat box, found Attorney Zhou Zheng's profile, and typed a line of text.