Chapter 88 The Boomerang of Pretending to be a Virtuous Wife and Loving Mother

Tu Yuandong was momentarily dazed, staring blankly at Wen Huilin.

His mind was filled with hundreds of millions in cash.

So, the 128 million to buy the office building wasn't bragging, the bentley was also his own, and the acquisition of the Company wasn't funded by Yu Fei either.

So, this dog Chen Ang had always been extremely wealthy?

His gaze gradually focused, landing on Wen Huilin.

So, this woman and her son were just two pets in Chen Ang's eyes.

Chen Ang hadn't exaggerated; he was plotting revenge, and he knew everything.

His brain was impacted by this shocking news; Tu Yuandong's temples throbbed wildly, and his facial muscles twitched.

He realized he had offended a billionaire.

Subsequently, fear enveloped his entire body; he couldn't help but feel weak, steadying himself only by gripping the office desk.

Wen Huilin noticed that Tu Yuandong's state seemed off. She put down her teacup, leaned closer, and emphasized, "Yuandong, half of this money is mine. You must help me. If we get it back, Xiaotian will have no more worries in the future."

Having snapped out of it, Tu Yuandong shuddered imperceptibly. After hearing Wen Huilin's words, he said in a deep voice, "Would Chen Ang share it with you? Didn't you say he was transferring assets?"

"I'm currently looking for evidence. He used the Company's money to buy the bentley. The lawyer said this is personal consumption, not for Company business. So, I need to find evidence that he is the actual controller of the Company."

Wen Huilin used both hands to gesture as she explained to Tu Yuandong.

Tu Yuandong listened, recalling Chen Ang's attitude that morning when he used the bentley to mock him. With a man's intuition, he concluded that the car was definitely for Chen Ang's private use.

"Then what are you going to do? Are you sure you can get a share of Chen Ang's assets? Do you know how much money that is?" Tu Yuandong asked impatiently, his hand gripping the edge of the desk tightly.

"Of course I know, and I just asked the lawyer." Wen Huilin said excitedly, "Jian Ting found a transaction in his Company that didn't have a compliant invoice. She didn't have enough authorization to keep digging..."

Wen Huilin stopped at the right moment, her gaze expectant.

Tu Yuandong's pupils constricted slightly. He swallowed, suppressing his dry throat.

"Send the detailed information to me, and I'll go check." He immediately took out his phone, glanced at Wen Huilin again, "For Xiaotian's sake, this matter cannot be handled carelessly."

Wen Huilin's eyebrows raised, and she immediately repeated what Jian Ting had said without missing a word.

"He won't be able to transfer a single cent of your money." After listening, Tu Yuandong signaled for Wen Huilin to be quiet and dialed a number directly.

Seeing this, Wen Huilin's shoulders relaxed. She slowly let out a breath, her eyes fixed on the phone at Tu Yuandong's ear, not moving at all.

A moment later, Tu Yuandong finished the call and chuckled, "No problem. He'll let me know when there's news."

Wen Huilin nodded and smiled as well, "Yuandong, this isn't just a few million this time. If we can split those assets of his, we won't have to worry about food or drink for the rest of our lives. You must take this seriously."

Tu Yuandong stood up, walked to Wen Huilin's side, reached out to put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her in, "Rest assured, we are all doing this for Xiaotian."

Wen Huilin stayed for another half hour this time. When she walked out of Tu Yuandong's office, her face was flushed, and her breathing was still a bit uneven.

After leaving the office building and getting into a taxi, her phone suddenly rang.

Seeing it was Chen Ang, she frowned and answered.

"..."

"You played the role of a virtuous wife once, so naturally, I must play the role of a good son-in-law once. Don't you agree?"

After hearing Chen Ang's words, she was stunned, and then her whole being exploded. In an instant, immense panic and anger enveloped her.

She never expected that her parents and younger brother would come without giving her a heads-up.

Her family had mentioned Wen Zhiyong's wedding before, saying they might come in November.

She didn't expect it to be this soon, and that they had contacted Chen Ang upon arrival.

Moreover, Chen Ang had booked them into the Qianxi Hotel.

That was a five-star hotel, for god's sake.

Dinner was still at Lintian Pavilion; unsurprisingly, it would be at least another ten thousand in expenses.

There was no doubt that Chen Ang would definitely make her pay for this money.

Thinking about how Chen Ang had hidden such immense wealth, yet still tried every way to pry money out of her pocket, Wen Huilin's breathing became unstable, and her hatred escalated step by step.

She knew very clearly that besides this money, Chen Ang would probably be two-faced and make her pay for Wen Zhiyong's bride price as well.

"Chen Ang... go to hell with your good son-in-law, go to hell with your good husband."

Gritting her back teeth, she cursed in a low voice. Her right hand gripped the phone tightly, her chest heaving violently, and waves of twitching pain drilled into her heart.

She felt once again that breast cancer was not far from her.

Wen Huilin numbly picked up her son and arrived at Lintian Pavilion again.

Compared to yesterday, her mindset was completely the opposite.

Chen Zetian beside her seemed to notice something wrong with her expression and looked up to ask, "Mom, are you unhappy?"

Wen Huilin lowered her head, suppressed the nausea rising in her throat, and forced a smile, "No, Mom is just a bit tired from work."

Chen Zetian smiled, "That's good, let's go quickly. The food here is so delicious, I'm about to starve to death."

Wen Huilin mechanically held her son's hand and walked into Lintian Pavilion.

Walking through the lobby and around the long corridor, she looked up and saw the nameplate for the Fengming Hall, and her heart suddenly thumped wildly.

The private room Chen Ang booked was actually the same one he used to welcome his parents yesterday.

What was his intention?

Wen Huilin's face slumped like a bitter gourd; even the most exquisite makeup could not hide her inner turmoil at this moment.

In the same private room, yesterday noon, she had poured tea, served food, and handed tissues to Qu Suping, acting as a virtuous daughter-in-law for the whole afternoon.

Now, standing at the same door, sitting inside were her own parents, her younger brother, and her brother's money-worshipping, vain fiancée.

She could already imagine what Chen Ang was going to do.

How could a man be so disgusting?

Wen Huilin's body couldn't stop trembling slightly.

Suppressing her complex emotions, she pushed open the door.

At this moment, Chen Ang was sitting in the main seat, full of smiles.

Seeing Chen Zetian, he actually waved enthusiastically, "Xiaotian, come, sit next to Dad."

Chen Zetian let go of Wen Huilin's hand and hopped over to Chen Ang's side.

The scene of a loving father and filial son made Wen Huilin's eyes go dark.

When she walked in, she only felt her knees going weak.

She understood that Chen Ang had seen everything yesterday, kept it in his heart, and was now returning it to her exactly as it was.

This was a boomerang that struck at her heart.

"Huilin, sit here. I specifically saved this seat for you. Work has been hard." Chen Ang settled Chen Zetian, stood up, and personally pulled out the chair for her.

Wen Huilin looked at that chair—it was the exact position she had sat in yesterday noon.

She was dazed and didn't move. Chen Ang pushed the chair forward half an inch, the chair leg scraping against the marble floor with a light sound.

"Father-in-law and Mother-in-law are here, aren't you happy?" Chen Ang turned to look at Wen Guodong and his wife, saying.

Seeing the looks shot by her parents, she gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and sat down.

Chen Ang chuckled, patted her shoulder, "Tonight is a family gathering, everyone just needs to be happy."

As he spoke, he walked toward his own seat.

Wen Huilin looked at him, the hatred in her eyes no longer suppressible.