Chapter 114 With all her escape routes cut off, Wen Huilin panicked.

"Do you know why I helped you?" Jian Ting tilted her head to look at her. "Because I've wanted to break up your marriage for a long time. Why? Why does someone like you get to find a man like Chen Ang to be your blood bag? Why do you still get to act all high and mighty in front of me?"

"You know what? Every time you tell me how our Zetian was praised by his teacher again, I just want to laugh. What's with the act? That son of yours is just a bastard; what are you showing off for?"

"Hahaha..."

"You still want to split Chen Ang's assets?" After laughing, Jian Ting looked at her as if watching a show.

"A bitch who cheated during marriage, a slut who snuck into bed, a whore who sleeps with anyone. You want to use marriage to cross social classes? Keep dreaming."

With another loud laugh, Jian Ting took two more steps forward and stood in front of Wen Huilin.

The two were very close, so close that Wen Huilin could clearly see the cold light in her eyes.

"Are you still going to play the victim? Still going to act all high and mighty? Now that you know everything has nothing to do with you, doesn't it feel great?"

Jian Ting spread her hands and smiled triumphantly. "The billions in assets have nothing to do with you. After seven years of scheming, it all ended up being for nothing. Feels good, doesn't it?"

Wen Huilin stood there, as if struck by lightning, feeling only a buzzing in her ears.

Every word of Jian Ting's was like a knife, stabbing her in her most painful spot.

In the end, she didn't even know how she had gotten out of Jian Ting's house.

She walked blindly down the road, her high heels clicking on the hard asphalt, every step feeling like she was treading in mud.

She clenched her hands, feeling only a cold chill in her palms.

She didn't know what to do next.

Splitting Chen Ang's assets had been her plan all along. Now that this plan wouldn't work, what should she do?

She looked up at the starry sky, remembering that besides the money Chen Ang had hidden, she still had the house and her savings.

Right, these could still be split. She couldn't end up with nothing; she had to find a way to get her hands on these things.

Otherwise, her seven years of youth would have been in vain.

Without dwelling on the sadness, she quickly hailed a taxi and went straight back to Sheng Huating Residential Area. She had to find the property deed and other valuables.

She absolutely could not let go of these things.

When she returned to Sheng Huating Residential Area, her whole face was numb.

Jian Ting's laughter seemed to still echo against her eardrums, layering over and over; even closing the door couldn't shut it out.

She stood in the entryway, her back against the door, and closed her eyes for a long while before kicking off her high heels and walking barefoot into the living room.

She turned on the living room lights and walked straight into the master bedroom. Without any wasted movement, she knelt in front of the nightstand and pulled open the bottom drawer.

The property deed was still there. She opened it and took a look; her name was written as the owner, and the one in the old city district was under Chen Zetian's name. Only then did she feel slightly relieved.

She shoved the property deed back into the drawer and pulled open the storage box at the bottom of the wardrobe.

She rummaged through a few folded old sweaters, took out the jewelry boxes underneath, and opened them. The gold necklaces, gold bracelets, gold rings, and so on inside were all there; not a single one of the dozen or so gold pieces bought before and after the marriage was missing.

She took the jewelry boxes out and placed them on the bed, but after thinking about it, she put them back.

There was nowhere to put them if she took them now, so she decided to find a place to store them tomorrow.

Afterward, she continued searching, looking for an insurance policy.

The top of the wardrobe, the vanity drawer, the storage box under the bed—she had searched everywhere, but there was no sign of it.

This was an educational annuity insurance policy that Chen Ang's parents had bought for their grandson the year Chen Zetian was born, with a coverage of one million, and the beneficiary was Chen Zetian.

She remembered that the policy had always been in one of the drawers in the master bedroom, but now she couldn't find it no matter how she looked.

She knelt by the bed, pulled out the last drawer entirely, and dumped everything inside onto the bed.

Old receipts, expired physical examination reports, a few books she had never read—but there was no policy.

She realized that Chen Ang had taken it.

When this thought popped into her head, her chest felt like it had been struck by something heavy.

She stood up, walked to the door of the second bedroom, and pressed down on the doorknob. It was locked.

Chen Ang had never locked it before; now, he had already started guarding against her.

She let go of the handle and stood there, a cold sneer slowly appearing at the corner of her mouth—a smile so cold that even she felt it was unfamiliar.

Returning to the master bedroom and closing the door, she dialed Tu Yuandong's number.

It rang for a long time before being answered. Tu Yuandong's voice was very low, with the sound of car engines and intermittent honking in the background.

"Tu Yuandong, the reporting didn't work. Chen Ang has strong connections in the tax system; the entire inspection team was called off."

She paused for a moment, then gritted her teeth and added, "Jian Ting said New Hengtai is an offshore Company, and the funds are all routed through filings; they aren't under his personal name at all. Lawyer Zhou said I might really not be able to get a single cent."

The other end of the line fell silent.

About a minute later, Tu Yuandong's voice came through. "What did your lawyer say?"

"He told me to file for divorce first, claiming the division of existing marital community property on the grounds of an irretrievable breakdown of the relationship, and to push Chen Ang into the defendant's seat. He said this could at least disrupt his rhythm and buy time for what follows." Wen Huilin gripped her phone tightly. "What do you think?"

"You file the lawsuit first," Tu Yuandong said. "I have something to take care of right now. We'll talk later."

"What is it?"

After Wen Huilin asked, the other end of the line fell silent again.

After a long while, Tu Yuandong spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse. "Do you know Yuda Supply Chain? It's my Company's supplier. It was acquired by Chen Ang."

"What did you say?" Wen Huilin was stunned, then immediately asked.

"Chen Ang acquired Company, and then today, they suddenly cut off supplies. The renovation for Mingzhou Building has already started, the schedule is very tight, and now all the raw materials are stuck."

Tu Yuandong deliberated for a long time before telling the truth.

Neither of them spoke; both sides of the line were filled with the sound of each other's heavy breathing.

Wen Huilin felt her hand go numb and wanted to switch hands to hold the phone. When she shifted her gaze, she realized her hand was actually trembling slightly.

On the other end, Tu Yuandong let out a heavy sigh. He said, "Chen Ang has been planning this for a long time. He has known about the affair between us for a while, and now he is targeting my Company."

"I knew it. What should we do?" Wen Huilin murmured, her voice trembling, with a sob in her throat.

Before making the call, she had still fantasized that Tu Yuandong might be a retreat for her. Now, she understood—Chen Ang had blocked all her paths.

"You do as the lawyer says for now. As long as you can drag Chen Ang along, that's fine. I'm trying to figure something out." Tu Yuandong's voice seemed to grow impatient.

"Tu Yuandong, you can't just ignore me and Zetian. He is your son, after all."

Wen Huilin cried out at this point, even bringing up Chen Zetian directly.

"Enough, what's with all the crying? I have things to do now, I'm hanging up."

Wen Huilin opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Tu Yuandong had already hung up the phone.

She stared at the call-ended screen for several seconds, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Since the afternoon, she had been under all kinds of blows.

She had been full of confidence about splitting Chen Ang's assets, but reality was like one heavy blow after another, striking the same spot in her head.

Striking her until she was dizzy and her chest ached.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the cold floor, staring blankly ahead.

Just like that, she sat blankly in the room. She didn't know how long had passed before the sound of a door opening outside jolted her awake.