Chapter 75 You want to play? I'll play with you.

When the waiter served the last dessert, the turntable spun half a circle and stopped in front of a bowl of osmanthus lotus root that no one had touched.

No one reached out; his parents chose silence.

Chen Zetian wanted to pick some up, but Wen Huilin pressed down on his wrist.

Chen Zhuo drank the rest of his wine in one gulp.

Chen Ang continued to whisper to Shen Pianran as if no one else was around.

Everyone harbored different thoughts, but at least nothing unexpected happened.

Seeing that they had finished eating, Chen Ang stood up and asked Chen Zhuo to take his parents to the hotel, while he prepared to send Shen Pianran home first.

Wen Huilin saw that Qu Suping was watching her and realized this was the last chance to apply pressure in front of her mother-in-law.

After wiping Chen Zetian's mouth, she looked up and asked Chen Ang, "By the way, in two days, there's a parent-child activity at Zetian's school. It seems both parents need to attend this time. Do you have time?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow," Chen Ang said perfunctorily.

She didn't show any dissatisfaction. After taking Chen Zetian's schoolbag, she wrapped her arm around her son's shoulders, bent down, and said, "Zetian, Daddy is busy. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Chen Zetian looked up at Wen Huilin, then at Chen Ang, and mumbled something indistinct that no one could hear clearly.

"Chen Ang, you still need to take the child's affairs seriously," Qu Suping suddenly spoke up. Although her tone was very calm, her meaning was firm.

The look she gave Chen Ang held no blame, only something complex and indescribable.

Chen Ang shifted his gaze to stare at Wen Huilin, who was acting nonchalant as she lowered her head to straighten Chen Zetian's collar.

He knew clearly that she was up to her tricks again. His wife had played her hand, and since he had brought Shen Pianran, she was pushing Chen Zetian forward.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ang smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry, I have it under control."

Chen Zhonghui, who was standing to the side, stared at Chen Ang for a long time. After hearing this, he didn't say a word and walked straight out.

Chen Zhuo, carrying Chen Yijing, quickly followed behind him. As he reached the door, he turned back to look at Chen Ang, his eyes full of questions.

Qu Suping sighed secretly, said nothing more, and stepped forward to follow them.

Just as they exited the door, Wen Huilin, who had followed behind her, spoke again. She asked, "Chen Ang, are you coming home tonight?"

Chen Ang stopped in his tracks. From an angle where Qu Suping couldn't see, he stared sharply at Wen Huilin.

Wen Huilin seemed not to notice. She glanced at Qu Suping, who had paused, and continued to speak to Chen Ang, "Zetian said this morning that he wanted Daddy to take him to school. He hasn't been taken by Daddy in a long time. Yesterday, he even asked me if Daddy didn't want him anymore. If you come home tonight, you can still wake up early tomorrow to take him."

After she finished speaking, she reached out to stroke her son's hair, but her eyes were looking at Chen Ang provocatively.

Chen Zetian also looked up at Chen Ang; there was a little anticipation in those eyes, but more confusion.

Qu Suping, who had just stepped out of the private room door in front, felt the tightness in her chest return upon hearing these words.

After a bout of dizziness, she stumbled, clutched her chest with one hand, and bent over slightly, while the other hand propped her up against the corridor wall.

Just as she leaned against it, her fingers suddenly went limp, and she slid down half an inch, her fingernails scratching a shallow mark on the wallpaper.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Chen Ang's eyes were a mix of anger and panic. Without bothering to answer Wen Huilin, he quickly stepped forward and held his mother.

Seeing his mother's eyes tightly closed, her face pale, and her facial muscles contorted, he knew her angina had flared up.

He hurried to fish the medication out of her bag and fed it to her.

Shen Pianran, who was beside her, also reacted. In her high heels, she quickly ran into the private room and brought back half a cup of warm water.

Wen Huilin, seeing this scene, was also a bit frightened. She hadn't expected Qu Suping's body to be so fragile.

However, she didn't regret it. On the contrary, seeing Chen Ang's anxiety and panic, a trace of pleasure appeared in her eyes.

Shen Pianran brought over the warm water. After Chen Ang took it and fed her a few sips, Qu Suping's breathing finally stabilized, and a few seconds later, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Mom, are you feeling better?"

"I... I'm fine." After realizing she was in Chen Ang's arms, she reached out and patted her son's hand twice, but the second pat was so light it barely made contact.

Wen Huilin also hurriedly crowded over at this moment, asking with an anxious face, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you okay? You scared me to death."

Chen Ang reached out to block her from getting closer, then turned to Shen Pianran and said, "Pianran, you should drive back yourself. I still have things to deal with here."

As he spoke, his other hand pulled out the bentley keys and handed them to her.

Wen Huilin was blocked, and seeing Chen Ang give the car keys to Shen Pianran, the jealousy in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

When she looked back at Chen Ang, it had already turned into overwhelming hatred.

Shen Pianran nodded, took the keys, and looked past Chen Ang's shoulder at Qu Suping. Her lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she simply said goodbye and left first.

At this time, Chen Zhuo, who hadn't seen his mother come out, also turned back to look for her. He ran into Shen Pianran and, after a few words, learned that his mother had been triggered.

He ran over with a dark face, glaring at Wen Huilin while supporting Qu Suping from the other side.

Chen Ang patted his shoulder, "Take Mom back to the hotel first; she needs to rest."

Chen Zhuo then reined in his anger, glared at Wen Huilin one more time, and then helped Qu Suping leave the corridor.

After everyone had left, Chen Ang withdrew his gaze and loosened his collar. He turned around and grabbed Wen Huilin by the throat, pinning her against the wall. "You want to play, right? I'll play along with you properly."

His voice was very low, low enough for only the two of them to hear, but every word sounded as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Wen Huilin was suddenly attacked, her expression freezing instantly. A sharp pain shot through her throat, and her breathing was cut off; not a single bit of oxygen could get in. Her mind went blank, and she was enveloped in fear.

Fortunately, Chen Ang didn't exert any more force; he let go as soon as he finished speaking.

Wen Huilin then gasped for breath as if she had just survived a disaster.

After coughing a few times, her panic slowly faded, replaced by a twisted smile. "What did I play? Your mother's health is poor; what does that have to do with me? You filial son, what are you so nervous about?"

She spoke while dry-coughing, her voice carrying a sense of pleasure after suppression.

"Wen Huilin, remember what you did today."

Chen Ang didn't waste any more words and turned to leave directly. He was afraid that if he stayed with her any longer, he wouldn't be able to control his emotions and would impulsively strangle her to death.

Wen Huilin watched Chen Ang leave and raised her hand to straighten her collar, which had been pulled askew.

She looked up at the corners of the corridor. When she saw a security camera on the right side facing her, a smile immediately appeared on her face.

The place on her neck where Chen Ang had grabbed her still felt as hot as if it were burning.

"You think you won?" she whispered softly. "Chen Ang, I've been married to you for seven years, and I've never seen you treat me like this. I've never seen a man be so ruthless, so heartless. Even if I end up with nothing, I won't let you have it easy. Just you wait."

Taking the hand of the bewildered and at-a-loss Chen Zetian, she walked quickly toward the lobby outside.

After Chen Ang walked out of Suiyuan Restaurant, he took out his phone and dialed Jiang Shan's number. "The investigation into the Wanli Hotel needs to be done as soon as possible. I need all the witness testimony and physical evidence from that night."

"Brother Chen, we are working on it, but seven years have passed, and many things have changed. It takes time."

"Increase the pay. If 500,000 isn't enough, then make it a million."

After ending the call, he dialed Wen Zhiyong's number again.

I have family, don't you?

The tip of the cigarette he had just lit gave off a burst of red light, flickering in the night.