Chapter 73 Shen Pianran vs. Wen Huilin

It was nearing the evening rush hour, so the bentley wasn't moving very fast, though fortunately, despite the heavy traffic, it wasn't jammed.

As they approached Suiyuan Restaurant, Shen Pianran asked with some surprise, "The place you booked for tonight wouldn't happen to be Suiyuan Restaurant, would it?"

Chen Ang nodded and replied, "It's rare for my parents to come to Bin City, so I naturally have to arrange things well. My mother used to love the Hongfu Zongzi at Suiyuan Restaurant, so since she's here, I naturally want her to have some."

Through their interactions over these past few days, Shen Pianran naturally knew, to some extent, that Chen Ang had once been a wealthy second-generation heir.

Therefore, she didn't find it strange that his family could afford to eat at Suiyuan Restaurant.

The Continental rounded a row of camphor trees, and the sign for Suiyuan Restaurant came into view. Shen Pianran spotted Wen Huilin holding a child's hand at the entrance at a glance.

"Look... Wen Huilin is already here." She pursed her lips to signal Chen Ang.

Chen Ang raised an eyebrow, took a glance, and then withdrew his gaze. He parked the car in a nearby spot, and while unbuckling his seatbelt, said, "Just be yourself. Leave it to me to handle."

The two got out of the car and walked side by side toward the main entrance.

"Dad!" Chen Zetian called out from a distance.

Chen Ang smiled and nodded.

Shen Pianran, walking side by side with him, turned her head slightly and said in a voice low enough that only the two of them could hear, "I really admire you. You can endure this? Doesn't it disgust you?"

Chen Ang turned to look at her and said calmly, "When I stop taking certain things to heart, they can no longer disturb my peace of mind."

Shen Pianran looked thoughtful, then put on a smile to meet the gaze that seemed almost ready to strip her to the bone.

Wen Huilin turned to stare at the Continental's driver's seat. After seeing that it was indeed Chen Ang who got out, the hostility in her heart surged up instantly.

A bentley, top-of-the-line, costing a full 4.5 million to put on the road.

Her fingers subconsciously clenched tightly; she didn't even notice her manicured nails digging painfully into her skin.

Hearing it from others was one thing, but seeing it with her own eyes was another.

That damn Chen Ang—he enjoyed luxury with his fancy cars and expensive watches.

Yet he used despicable means to drain her savings.

She had been married to him for seven years, and while he held such vast wealth, he refused to let her enjoy a single day of comfort.

What kind of scheming, what kind of viciousness was this?

At this moment, in Wen Huilin's heart, Chen Ang had been sentenced to the deepest layer of hell after death.

In the next second, when Shen Pianran stepped out from the passenger seat, her eyes turned bloodshot. A feeling of both jealousy and resentment filled her brain.

A foggy-blue coat, a beige turtleneck sweater, her long hair slightly curled.

Young, beautiful, with an aura so good it was as if she had stepped right off a magazine cover.

The string in Wen Huilin's mind, which had been taut all day, was pulled tight again.

She remembered this face; Lawyer Zhou had shown her a photo of this woman later on.

When Tu Yuandong caught Chen Ang cheating, this was the woman he was holding. She remembered that picture vividly: a light gray suit, Van Cleef & Arpels earrings.

It was her—it was Shen Pianran.

A shameless mistress, driving my bentley, wearing a coat I couldn't afford, standing beside my husband.

Wen Huilin's hands began to tremble, but she held it in.

Half of all of Chen Ang's money belonged to her.

Perhaps the clothes on this woman, the leather shoes on her feet, and that LV bag in her hand were all bought by Chen Ang with her money.

She had been married to Chen Ang for seven years, washing his clothes, cooking his meals, and raising his child, only to end up with nothing, letting this woman reap all the benefits.

Her hands hidden in her sleeves were trembling like chaff; she desperately pinched her palms, her nails digging into her flesh, to stop herself from losing control.

"You're here. Let's go inside and sit. It's cold here; don't let Xiaotian catch a chill." Chen Ang's voice drifted down from the steps, very flat and calm, as if he were greeting an unfamiliar colleague.

But after he stepped up the stairs, the first thing he did was reach out to touch Chen Zetian's head.

Wen Huilin's pupils shrank, and reflexively, she pulled Chen Zetian away to dodge.

She thought of Chen Ang's usual facade, which was exactly the same as it was now—how hypocritical.

But the moment the movement began, she remembered Lawyer Zhou's words. Her body stiffened instantly, making her posture look incredibly awkward.

Then, she watched helplessly as Chen Ang's large hand touched Chen Zetian's head, listening to Chen Ang say, "Have you been naughty at school? Do you have any extracurricular classes today?"

At this moment, Shen Pianran also spoke up, "Chen Ang, is this your child? He looks so well-behaved; he'll definitely be a great guy in the future."

Chen Ang nodded and smiled at her, "Xiaotian is indeed a good child with a strong sense of justice."

The more Wen Huilin watched, the more alarmed she became. The more she listened, the colder her heart grew.

Six-year-old Chen Zetian didn't know the hypocrisy of adults; he thought Chen Ang and this pretty auntie were genuinely praising him.

He gave Shen Pianran a bright smile and called out crisply, "Hello, Auntie."

Wen Huilin felt the world go black before her eyes, her body swayed imperceptibly, and she nearly collapsed.

At this moment, she really wanted to throw caution to the wind and strangle Chen Ang and this mistress.

Taking a deep breath, she adjusted herself and slightly moved her whole body. She lifted her head again, her facial expression having returned to calm.

She couldn't flip out here; she couldn't.

The lawyer had said not to alert the enemy.

As long as she lost her composure in front of this woman, Chen Ang would become more vigilant, and it would be even harder for her to collect evidence.

She had to endure it, she had to hold back.

She forced herself to swallow the surging resentment in her chest, bit by bit.

"Chen Ang, who is this?" She pulled out a smile that was as polite as possible.

"Shen Pianran, a friend of mine. She is a lawyer..." Before he could finish, he was interrupted.

Shen Pianran stepped forward and nodded slightly, "Hello, my name is Shen Pianran. I am a close partner of Chen Ang's, as well as a very good friend."

She proactively extended her right hand, "Ms. Wen, nice to meet you."

Wen Huilin stood in place, looking at the hand that was extended toward her.

The nails were trimmed neatly and round, and there was a thin silver bracelet on her wrist—Van Cleef & Arpels again. It must have been bought with my money, right?

She lowered her head to hide the resentment and unwillingness in her eyes, took a breath, and reached out to shake it, "Ms. Shen, hello."

When their hands made contact, Shen Pianran's palms were dry and warm. As for her own hand, her palm was ice-cold, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Chen Ang caught the rapidly changing emotions of Wen Huilin and looked toward Shen Pianran.

And she, also turning her head, met Chen Ang's gaze, her eyes carrying a hint of sly amusement.

Wen Huilin happened to look up and saw this pair of adulterers exchanging glances. She couldn't suppress the anger growing in her heart.

She clenched her fists tightly, gritted her teeth, and said, word by word, "Let's go inside. Mom and Dad must be waiting anxiously."

After saying this, she turned around directly, her eyes reddening as the anger she had been holding back for so long erupted.

Chen Ang, Shen Pianran.

You pair of adulterers... bitches...

She cursed viciously in her heart, venting the humiliation and hatred she had just endured.