Chapter 33 You want to find something on me? Here you go...

Chapter 33: Want to catch me red-handed? Here you go... Chen Ang pushed open the door to his home, and the living room light was still on.

Wen Huilin was lying on her side on the sofa, motionless, covered by a thin blanket, with the television in front of her on, its volume turned very low.

Chen Ang did not know if she was truly asleep, and he did not care to find out. He placed his car keys and two mobile phones on the shoe cabinet, then casually took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack.

"You're back?"

The voice came from behind him. He turned his head and saw that Wen Huilin had already sat up, the thin blanket sliding down to reveal the proud curves of her chest.

Chen Ang was in no mood to appreciate it; compared to Yu Fei, Wen Huilin was nothing in his eyes at this moment.

He let out a grunt of acknowledgement and waited silently for what she had to say next.

Since she hadn't slept this late, Chen Ang didn't need to guess to know she was about to make a move.

"Out eating with friends again?" Wen Huilin did not mind Chen Ang's coldness; she got up from the sofa, took his coat, and hung it up properly.

"Yeah, something came up with a friend." Chen Ang responded casually, looking at the woman who was acting the part of a virtuous wife.

With the clothes hanging on her arm, Wen Huilin's gaze lingered on the brand-new tri-fold mobile phone on the shoe cabinet nearby.

She knew clearly that this phone cost over twenty thousand.

He hid all his money away, and then quietly switched to such a good phone.

Her fingers gripping the clothes turned white from the pressure. Managing to turn around, she resumed a gentle expression and said, "The X5 car loan is on your ICBC card. Is that the card you use for your salary?"

Her tone was already very natural, as if she were chatting about an unimportant matter.

"Why, are you going to deposit money into it?" Chen Ang asked with interest.

"Well, I thought about it. You don't have a job right now, and you don't have a salary coming in every month. You might not even know if it becomes overdue. I'll handle the repayments from now on. You leave the card with me, and I'll deposit money into it at a fixed time every month."

Wen Huilin organized her words and stated her reasoning without hesitation.

Her eyes flickered when she looked at Chen Ang, and seeing that he didn't react, she added, "Let's make it clear first: if I make the payments, half of this car must be mine."

Chen Ang slowly exhaled, lamenting that this woman was full of schemes.

Asking for the bank card was most likely because she wanted to check his transaction history. As for claiming half the car, it was just an excuse to get the bank card and make him lower his guard.

Exposing an insignificant small goal to hide the real big goal—he had to admit, she was truly calculating.

"Fine, you handle the repayments from now on. My memory is bad, and it would be troublesome if I really forgot." Chen Ang pulled the bank card out of his wallet and handed it to her. "The password is my birthday."

He was crisp and decisive, not even frowning once.

This caused a flash of surprise to appear in Wen Huilin's eyes.

She took the card, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and forced a smile. "I won't let it become overdue, don't worry. I said we would live our lives well from now on."

Chen Ang tilted his head and glanced at her, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Then let's live well. I'm going to take a shower; you should go to sleep early too."

Ignoring her further, he turned and entered the room. Standing behind the door, he scanned the room and noticed some subtle changes.

He knew that Wen Huilin had been in there.

After thinking for a moment, he crouched in front of the bedside table and pulled open the drawer.

The box for the patek philippe was still there. He didn't touch it, but instead tried hard to recall the details of when he had put it in.

Subsequently, he took out the box, opened the lid, and held the watch up to the bedside lamp, examining it carefully.

Faint fingerprints appeared on the watch face.

No need to wonder; it was Wen Huilin who had touched it.

He put the watch back, closed the drawer, and sat on the edge of the bed.

She wanted to check transaction history, check assets, and find evidence, did she?

The watch was paid for through the company account of Xinhengtai Capital in Hong Kong and had absolutely nothing to do with his personal bank card.

He couldn't wait to see what her expression would be after she found the results.

Grabbing his change of clothes, he left the bedroom. Seeing that Wen Huilin was not asleep but was instead tidying up the sofa in the living room, he didn't say a word and went straight to the bathroom.

After he finished showering and came out, Wen Huilin had already returned to her room. Chen Ang came to the shoe cabinet and checked the mobile phone carefully again.

Knowing that Wen Huilin had touched it again, he took the phone and returned to his room.

Leaning against the headboard, he sent a message to Shen Pianran: "Send me a copy of the purchase receipt for that patek philippe from last time."

Shen Pianran quickly replied with a question mark.

"It's useful."

She didn't ask further, and two minutes later, she sent an electronic receipt.

patek philippe 5205R-001, list price 510,000, remittance account: Xinhengtai Capital.

Chen Ang opened the old mobile phone and transferred the receipt into it.

He knew that Wen Huilin would definitely take this phone.

If she wanted to find evidence, he would prepare some for her. When she "accidentally discovered" this purchase receipt through the old phone, her reaction should be very interesting.

However, he was more curious about another matter right now: after taking this bank card, who would Wen Huilin look for to advise her?

A lawyer, or Tu Yuandong, or her good friend Jian Ting?

No matter which one it was, it was worth looking forward to.

Chen Ang was not worried about her finding Hengxing Investment or Xinhengtai Capital, because neither of these two companies had anything to do with him.

He picked up his phone again and sent a message to Jiang Shan: Help me keep an eye on Wen Huilin for the next two days. I want to know where she goes and whom she meets during these two days.

Jiang Shan replied quickly. Besides accepting the new task, there was also news about bed photos of Wen Huilin and Tu Yuandong.

The other party was asking for two hundred thousand, which was a bit much. Jiang Shan didn't make the decision and asked for Chen Ang's opinion.

Chen Ang didn't think much about it and decided to get them first. Compared to two hundred thousand, pinning down Wen Huilin would make him feel much better.

Closing the chat box, he suddenly saw an unread message.

The profile picture was a pure white Ragdoll cat, and he remembered that female college student with the high ponytail.

He opened the message.

Ming Xuan: "Uncle, is the screen fixed? How much is it? I'll transfer the money to you."

He had changed to a new phone, so there was no repair fee at all. After thinking about it, he typed back: "It's fixed, five hundred."

The other side replied in seconds, followed by several shocked emojis: "So expensive? Uncle, did you get ripped off?"

Just as he was about to reply, a red packet labeled "Mobile phone screen repair fee" popped up.

Five hundred exactly.

Chen Ang accepted the red packet, replied "Received," and exited the chat box.

Ming Xuan sent another message, "Goodnight, Uncle." He just glanced at it and didn't reply.

He turned off the light and went to sleep.

While Chen Ang rested, in the master bedroom, Wen Huilin leaned against the headboard, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face.

She opened WeChat to her best friend Jian Ting: "Girl, let me ask you something."

Jian Ting replied instantly: "What is it?"

"He suddenly said he wouldn't divorce. How do you think I should transfer the money I've saved over these years? Otherwise, he'll waste it all."

As Wen Huilin's good friend, Jian Ting naturally knew the inside story; Wen Huilin had long since complained to her.

Moreover, Jian Ting worked in the tax department, and she should be very clear about how to handle such operations.

Back when she decided to divorce and be with Tu Yuandong, Jian Ting had analyzed many pros and cons for her.

"Girl, you've been with him for seven years; you can't end up with nothing. We women must be clear-headed. The money must be transferred, otherwise, these seven years of youth will really have been fed to the dogs."

"Then what should I do so he won't find out?"

Jian Ting replied very quickly this time: "Withdraw cash and deposit it with someone you trust."

"Or buy bearer real estate, gold, jewelry, anything is fine."

Jian Ting sent a string of messages; the specific operations could form a tutorial.

After reading it, Wen Huilin sighed with relief that she had a knowledgeable best friend.

Locking her phone screen and tossing it on the pillow, she knew that this matter should be done sooner rather than later.

After turning off the light, she stared with her eyes open, her mind turning over her plans for tomorrow again and again.