Chapter 4 Divorce? I didn't do anything wrong, why should I get a divorce?

Chapter 4: Divorce? I didn't do anything wrong, why should I get a divorce? He quickly got into the car, reopened his phone, and that striking "Excluded" flooded his eyes again.

Chen Ang froze for two seconds.

In the first second, he recalled the afternoon Chen Zetian was born, when the nurse brought the child over, and he had been grinning from ear to ear.

In the second second, he recalled the first time Chen Zetian called him "Dad," his speech slurred, soft and sweet.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, then refocused his gaze on the phone.

The report's conclusion was written at the very top, in bold, one font size larger than the main text: "Based on the existing DNA genetic marker typing results, Chen Ang is excluded as the biological father of Chen Zetian."

He put the phone down and rested both hands on the steering wheel. The car was very quiet; the glass blocked out the sounds from outside, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

Having lived for thirty-two years, having experienced his family's bankruptcy, the door-smashing of debt collectors, and the embarrassment of having no money, he had never felt anything like this before.

A man's fury, blood spilling five paces?

Chen Ang breathed slowly, adjusting the hot-headed rush of blood to his head.

Now holding two billion in cash, able to dictate his own lifestyle for the rest of his life, is it worth it?

He shook his head and changed his line of thinking: "Damn it, I've been sleeping with someone else's wife for seven years."

Now, everything resets to zero. Starting today, it's time to settle accounts.

Today is the last day of the cooling-off period. This marriage cannot be ended now, because this isn't how one should get a divorce.

Without concrete evidence, Wen Huilin could claim she didn't know either.

Given the current state of the law, if they divorced, she would definitely be able to split his existing assets.

Two apartments have already been transferred, plus the money given to her and her son over the years, all added together, it's at least six million or more.

Therefore, he had to nail her down for marriage fraud and fraudulent child support. The house, the dowry, and all the expenses for her and her son over the years had to be recouped.

Also, he had to investigate whether she had plotted against him seven years ago, looking for someone to be the fall guy; this matter had to be cleared up as well.

At this moment, Chen Ang was determined; he vowed to achieve the feat of getting seven years of Wen Huilin for free.

Furthermore, he would play with her until she collapsed, bit by bit.

As night fell, Chen Ang pushed open the door. He hadn't driven for Didi today because, from now on, he was no longer going to be a beast of burden.

In the living room, Wen Huilin was half-lying on the sofa watching TV, with cut fruit arranged on the coffee table. The door to Chen Zetian's room was closed, and game sound effects were coming from inside.

"How come you're back?" Wen Huilin glanced at him. "Didn't you drive today?"

Chen Ang changed his shoes, sat down on the sofa, picked up a teacup, and took a sip of water. He placed the cup gently on the coffee table; the bottom of the glass hit the surface with a crisp sound.

"We're not going to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow."

Wen Huilin turned her head, somewhat stunned. "What?"

"We're not divorcing."

Three words, not loud, but heavy. Afterward, there was only the sound of the TV in the living room. Within three seconds, Wen Huilin's face underwent a drastic change.

From confusion to shock, from shock to anger, from anger to distortion.

She sprang up from the sofa, the lipstick at the corner of her mouth smudging as she gritted her molars. "Not divorcing? Do you want to drag us both to death?"

Her voice was shrill and ear-piercing, her eyes nearly popping out.

Chen Ang watched her expression, a strange sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart. Two apartments, a market value of nearly five million, about to be in her hands, suddenly grew wings and flew away—her reaction was even more spectacular than he had anticipated.

"How would I drag you to death?" Leaning against the back of the sofa, Chen Ang's tone was unhurried. "It is precisely because I love you both that I can't bear to see you go out and suffer alone."

"What makes you think you won't drag us to death? The life I want isn't waking up every day thinking about my husband being millions in debt." Wen Huilin was hysterical, her voice so high it nearly cracked.

Chen Ang shrugged; he knew his calmness was tormenting her. Because the more hysterical one person is, and the calmer the other, the more it feels like watching a performance.

"I haven't asked you to pay a single cent of the debt, and the money I give to the household every month hasn't decreased. You want to divorce so badly..." He paused, staring into her eyes, "Could there be another reason?"

A flash of panic crossed Wen Huilin's eyes. "What reason could I have? Whose life is lived like yours? All the money goes into that bottomless pit of your family. I've had enough, I don't love you anymore, is that not allowed?"

Chen Ang leaned deep into the sofa, looking up at her. That gaze was not anger, but a quiet scrutiny. He felt again that once a person has confidence, looking at someone they don't care about feels like watching a clown.

"If you don't love me, that's your own problem. You solve it yourself. I am not an unlovable or unloving person."

After saying this, he stood up, straightened his collar, and delivered a conclusion: "I didn't do anything wrong, why should I get a divorce?"

Wen Huilin opened her mouth, unable to speak, her eyes full of shock. She looked into Chen Ang's eyes and, for the first time, discovered that there was no evasion, no guilt, and none of the servility she had been accustomed to over the past seven years. Inside them was a kind of calmness she had never seen before, one that made her back go cold.

"You..." Wen Huilin swallowed hard. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Chen Ang didn't answer. He turned around and saw Chen Zetian standing at the doorway of the room. Obviously, the child had seen everything that just happened, so the expression on his little face was complicated—both surprised and fearful.

Chen Ang bent down and patted Chen Zetian's head. "Son, it's nothing. Your mom is just throwing a tantrum." His voice was very gentle. So gentle that it made Wen Huilin's heart turn cold.

Ignoring the mother and son, he walked into the room, closed the door, and sat down on the edge of the bed. The paternity test report was still on his phone; he opened it and read that conclusion again.

Compared to when he stared at those two words in the afternoon, his emotions were clearly different. Looking at it this time, he didn't feel as cold.

Six years of time, feeding him, changing his diapers, carrying him to the emergency room in the middle of the night—he had poured his heart and soul into it, yet he wasn't his own flesh and blood.

However, he was still on his household register, so legally, he was still his son.

At this moment, Chen Ang remembered an old saying: "To spoil a child is to kill him." He didn't know if it was accurate. But it didn't matter; he had the time and the leisure to wait and verify it. Instead of draining himself, it was better to make things difficult for others...

Lying on the bed, he remembered that he had no money on him now and needed to get some money to keep on hand, otherwise, the follow-up work of the private investigator would come to a standstill.

The famous Hong Kong economist Mr. Zhang Ziqiang once said: "It is absolutely impossible without money."

The bitcoin wouldn't be in hand that quickly, and it wasn't easy to ask friends or brothers to borrow money.

Wen Huilin must have money in her hands. Before they got married, he had given a dowry of 388,000, and all these years, he had unfailingly given 8,000 for household expenses every month, plus she had a monthly salary of nearly 10,000 herself.

The mortgage was paid by the housing provident fund, so there was no need to worry about that at all, and household expenses weren't high. Chen Ang guessed she had at least over a million in her card.

However, it wouldn't be easy to get money out of her hands now, but there was always a way.

Pondering for a moment, he remembered the insurance policy his parents had taken out for their future grandson before the family went bankrupt. Since Chen Zetian was not his own flesh and blood, he would definitely go and cancel that one-million insurance policy tomorrow.

Next, he opened his memo app again and added a third step: Investigate all the details of the adulterer, collect evidence, perfect the chain of evidence, and get every single cent of the expenses back.

Closing the record section, he caught sight of a memo from seven years ago at the bottom. He hesitated for a moment, then clicked it open; inside was a very old photo. That year, Director Xu Qingwan was seventeen.

And at this moment, on the balcony, Wen Huilin took out her phone and opened WeChat.