Chapter 98 Making a scene at Chen Ang's company

Wen Huilin's eyes lost their focus, staring at the scenery rapidly receding outside the car window, unable to remember a single detail.

Besides the shameless intimacy between Chen Ang and Xue Shanshan she had just witnessed, her mind was filled with images of her own family of fools coercing her.

Her parents and younger brother had all been bought off by Chen Ang with a meal, a presidential suite, and a few sweet words, and they had actually turned their guns on her.

They were so insatiable that even one hundred thousand yuan wasn't enough, and they didn't even realize they were being played.

She felt waves of powerlessness, a bitter taste in her throat, and an extreme sense of oppression in her heart—so stifling that she could barely breathe.

Tu Yuandong was not at Xiangxieli Garden at the moment, but rather at a budget hotel near his company.

When Wen Huilin pushed open the door, Tu Yuandong was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking, with four or five cigarette butts already piled in the ashtray before him.

He was wearing a grey shirt with the top two buttons undone, his complexion was poor, and there were bloodshot streaks in the whites of his eyes.

A laptop sat on the nightstand with its screen lit up, displaying a file deletion confirmation window.

"Why are you staying here?" Wen Huilin placed her bag on the TV stand and glanced around the cramped room.

"It's inconvenient at the company, and I have things to handle, so running back and forth is a hassle." Tu Yuandong extinguished his cigarette and raised a hand to rub his brow.

In reality, he had been summoned to the police station today and held for a full twelve hours.

After leaving the police station, he went straight to the company, immediately clearing out all emails and transfer records related to Nickname and Guo Jiagen, and only then did he rent this room.

He didn't want to return to Xiangxieli Garden for the time being; he was afraid that Chen Ang's people were still watching him.

Naturally, he wouldn't tell Wen Huilin any of this.

He had always known that this woman was stupid and could easily mess things up.

Wen Huilin didn't press further; she immediately sat on the edge of the bed, clasping her hands together and resting them on her knees.

After a moment of contemplation, she began to recount everything that had happened at the Qianxi Hotel that evening from start to finish.

From the over ten thousand yuan meal bill at Lintian Pavilion to the over thirty thousand yuan room charge at the Qianxi Hotel.

From Chen Ang charming Wen Guodong until he was spinning in circles, to Wen Zhiyong calling him 'brother-in-law' more affectionately than his own brother, and finally, Xue Shanshan flirting with Chen Ang at the hotel entrance.

By the end, her voice was trembling, filled with both a crying tone and anger.

"He pulled my parents entirely over to his side. My dad slammed the sofa and scolded me, and my mom said I didn't care that the Wen family would have no descendants. It was his, Chen Ang's, hotel booking, his dinner arrangement, but I paid for all of it. And my parents still spoke up for him, helping him pressure me."

She wiped the corner of her eye, took a deep breath, and looked up at Tu Yuandong. "You said last time you'd find a way to investigate him. Do you have any results now? If this drags on, we'll both be in big trouble."

"We'll both be in trouble?" Tu Yuandong replied indifferently, then scrutinized Wen Huilin's expression; he sensed that she was definitely hiding something from him.

"If I'm not doing well, do you really think you will be?" Wen Huilin realized she had been too eager in her panic.

"That's true." Tu Yuandong didn't dwell on it further; he turned, picked up the cigarette pack from the nightstand, pulled out another one, lit it, and took a drag. The smoke puffed out from his nostrils, instantly obscuring his entire face.

"My contact got back to me, saying that the consulting fee from Hengxing Investment didn't have a compliant invoice. It was a direct corporate transfer, with the purpose noted as 'information consulting,' and the recipient was a personal account named Jiang Shan."

"What does that mean?" Wen Huilin waved away the smoke in front of her and asked with a frown.

"This Jiang Shan isn't some information consultant; he's a private investigator."

Tu Yuandong didn't need to investigate to guess what those two hundred thousand yuan were for: it was to investigate Wen Huilin, to investigate himself, and to find evidence of their extramarital affair.

Wen Huilin was instantly stunned.

When Jian Ting had first revealed this information, she thought it was an opportunity. Now, she finally understood that Chen Ang had never intended to agree to a divorce from the beginning; he was gathering evidence, waiting to take her and Tu Yuandong down in one fell swoop.

Although she had sensed Chen Ang's methods during this time, she still felt a chill run down her spine at this moment.

She thought back to the last day of the cooling-off period when Chen Ang said he wouldn't divorce anymore. In other words, he had actually started planning from that very moment, and everything that followed was just a performance for her.

"Then... what should we do?" Wen Huilin was at a loss, only able to stare blankly at Tu Yuandong.

"He is using company money to pay for a private investigator's fees." Tu Yuandong extinguished his cigarette and turned to look at her. "We can use this."

"How do we use it?" Wen Huilin regained a little bit of spirit.

"You go to his company and make a scene. Just insist on one point: he embezzled company funds to pay for personal investigation fees. If you can prove he had a premeditated plan, you can weaken his credibility in the divorce lawsuit."

"His lawyer will definitely help him deny it, but as long as you make a scene, public opinion will be on your side. When courts judge divorce cases, judges are human too, and they also consider social impact."

He paused, his gaze landing on Wen Huilin's face. "There is one more thing. My contact told me that Hengxing Investment just spent 128 million to buy an office building. The contract has already been signed, and this money is also considered marital property."

Wen Huilin was still digesting the idea of causing a scene at Hengxing Investment, but upon hearing about the 128 million office building, she suddenly lifted her head, her eyes wide. "How much did you say?"

"128 million. He bought two buildings."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Wen Huilin gripped the bedsheets on the edge of the bed so tightly that they made a creaking sound.

128 million. The bastard.

He just spent it like that, buying an office building.

This was her marital property, and he had kept it from her silently, treating her like a fool and keeping her in the dark.

Everything he used was money that should have been half hers.

Bracing herself against the mattress, she slowly stood up. She looked at Tu Yuandong, and the expression on her face was no longer anger, but a kind of extremely calm madness.

"Then what should I do? How should I make a scene?"

"Report him," Tu Yuandong said. "Go to the Tax Bureau and report him for tax evasion. Once a case is filed, the Tax Bureau will investigate his source of funds, check his tax payment records, and trace the ins and outs of the company's capital."

As Tu Yuandong spoke, his eyes became increasingly cold and sinister. "As long as the authorities investigate, all the information you need will be exposed. By then, will you still be afraid of lacking evidence for the lawsuit?"

Wen Huilin was silent for a long time after hearing this.

After a while, she suddenly laughed, a short, sharp sound like a ghost's wail, which made even Tu Yuandong, standing to the side, shudder.

"The office building, the bentley, and the Land Rover," her voice was very soft. "These were all supposed to be my money."

"He took the half that I was entitled to and used it all to buy the building, turning my money into his company's assets, and then told me to my face that he wouldn't give me a single cent."

She looked up at Tu Yuandong, the cold light in her eyes burning brighter and brighter. "I will go. You're right. He has paved the way now, just wanting to force me to leave with nothing. I cannot let him have his way."

Seeing her as if she were possessed, Tu Yuandong also breathed a sigh of relief.

From his perspective, as long as Wen Huilin went to make a scene, it would be a success.

During the period when the Tax Bureau is investigating the case, Hengxing Investment's company accounts might be temporarily frozen.

If the funds are frozen, many things will be suspended due to compliance reviews.

Then, Chen Ang's energy will be dragged into this tax issue, and he won't have time to keep his eyes on him.

Wen Huilin didn't stay any longer; she picked up her bag and turned to leave.

Although Tu Yuandong had given his advice, she still needed to confer with Attorney Zhou Zheng; she didn't trust anyone right now.