Chapter 5 I'm giving up, I won't even be a cow, a horse, or a dog.

"Tu Yuandong, he just said he wouldn't divorce anymore. Do you think he's discovered something?" Wen Huilin typed rapidly, her eyes darting towards the second bedroom window from time to time.

The reply from the other side came just as quickly. "That's impossible, right? Everything has been fine for these past few years."

"He's different today compared to before, completely different." Wen Huilin bit her lower lip and glanced back at Chen Ang's tightly closed bedroom door. "You know he used to be a spoiled rich kid—arrogant, overbearing, and vicious. I'm afraid that if he finds out, he'll kill me."

Half a minute later, the other side replied: "Just keep him steady for now. In any case, he gives you money every month. Or maybe have Chen Zetian go and probe him for information?"

Wen Huilin stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long time.

"For so many years, you've never taken care of us, mother and son. Now that you're free, don't you want to take us in and live together?"

"I've always had you in my heart. Isn't me getting a divorce the first step? Don't be impatient; we'll be able to be together openly very soon. It's a critical moment right now, don't let him figure anything out."

Wen Huilin didn't get the answer she wanted; the expression on her face darkened, and a trace of resentment revealed itself in her eyes.

Men really are all no good...

After a while, she replied with a "Mn," put away her phone, and returned to the living room.

Chen Ang was unaware of the underhanded dealings outside; he was more concerned with the message Jiang Shan had sent:

"License plate found. It's a black Audi Q7. The owner is named Tu Yuandong, 32 years old, recently divorced, and runs a renovation company. The address is 704, Building 12, Xiangxieli Garden, Bin City New District. I'll go stake it out tomorrow."

At this moment, he understood that Wen Huilin had a backup plan, and that he, this beast of burden, had lost his value.

No, he still had value. She could still use Chen Zetian to squeeze out his last drop of blood and sweat.

Chen Ang didn't even dare to imagine how miserable the rest of his life would have been if he hadn't discovered this.

Furthermore, Chen Zetian knew he wasn't his biological son, so he and Wen Huilin had been keeping it from him together.

Can't be tamed? Then he would just raise him into a true ingrate.

With his perspective opened up, Chen Ang set aside his emotions and turned over to sleep.

That night, the quality of his sleep was surprisingly good.

When he woke up in the morning, it was almost nine o'clock. The house was very quiet; Chen Zetian must have left for school.

Chen Ang immediately opened the master bedroom door and rummaged through the bedside table, finally finding the insurance policy with Chen Zetian as the beneficiary.

He had to cancel the policy. Wouldn't it be better to spend this money on himself?

He took a shower, shaved, and groomed himself. Looking at the brand-new version of himself in the mirror, Chen Ang felt it was time to change his way of living.

He went out and first had a breakfast worth over two hundred at a Cantonese tea restaurant.

Life isn't about changing others; it's about making yourself comfortable.

You treat others well simply because you hope they will treat you well in return. But what if you just treat yourself well directly?

There's no middleman making a profit here.

At this moment, Chen Ang deeply agreed with this.

Arriving at the insurance company, after some negotiation, he got a refund of six hundred thousand, taking a massive loss of four hundred thousand.

However, when the divorce happened, this money would naturally be charged to Wen Huilin's account.

The son wasn't even his; why should he use his money?

Chen Ang didn't dwell on it. After completing the procedures, he left the insurance company and headed straight to the Shuntong Used Car Trading Firm. He handed the Magotan keys to the boss and exchanged them for fifty-five thousand.

He turned around and went to the bmw x5 4S dealership next door, paid a down payment of three hundred thousand, and bought an X5.

The remaining balance of four hundred eighty thousand was financed over five years, with monthly payments of eight thousand—exactly the amount he gave Wen Huilin every month.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Chen Ang recalled the first car of his life, which was also a bmw x5. He had later switched to a Range Rover, but it was mortgaged when the family went bankrupt.

Now, he didn't think about buying a more luxurious car, because being low-key was most appropriate.

In this society, rich people without backing who get targeted end up dying miserably. Didn't those people, like the "Prince Milk" and "President Lan," get looted?

Wasn't his own family bankrupted in just this way?

Driving the brand-new X5, he went straight to the mall. After buying some clothes for himself, he felt physically and mentally refreshed.

Then, without stopping, he went to the school and submitted his resignation letter.

The leader didn't try to persuade him much; with a sigh, he told him to be sure of his decision before approving it. Now, he just had to wait a month to finalize the resignation.

With two billion in hand, whoever wanted to work this crappy job could have it.

Besides, he had supported Wen Huilin and her son for seven years. Now that he was unemployed, shouldn't she support him?

After finding a place to have lunch, Shen Pianran called.

"Mr. Chen, do you have time to come to the law firm? There has been progress."

Chen Ang suppressed a trace of excitement in his heart, got into his new car, and drove toward the Financial Center.

Unlike his slovenly appearance last time, he was now in a casual suit. Although his grooming wasn't meticulous, his entire demeanor was completely opposite—the despondency was gone, replaced by confidence.

Shen Pianran very politely invited him to sit down and signaled her assistant to serve coffee.

Chen Ang waved his hand to decline and asked for a glass of plain water.

After the assistant left, she sat down opposite him on the sofa and pushed a thick document over.

"The shell company in Hong Kong has been found: Xinhengtai Capital, with a registered capital of fifty million Hong Kong dollars."

She was as straightforward as ever, but there was a hint of something unreadable in the way she looked at Chen Ang.

She was actually surprised by Chen Ang's change and curious if there was any story behind it.

However, as a lawyer, she knew very well that it was best not to pry into a client's privacy, so she only talked about work.

Chen Ang took the document and began to flip through it. It took about ten minutes before he looked up, gave a smile, and said: "I didn't expect it to be this fast."

"I don't like to drag things out when I do things." Shen Pianran pulled the scattered documents back slightly, pointed at them, and added: "There are three problems now."

"First, you need to hand over the bitcoin private key to the partner in Hong Kong in person; they will help you operate the wallet."

"Second, in order to secure maximum profit, the bitcoin needs to be cashed out in ten batches, four hundred to five hundred each, over a period of two months. This is to avoid market volatility and regulatory attention."

"Third, and the most troublesome part: after the money comes back, how will you explain the source?"

After she finished speaking, her clear eyes stared at Chen Ang, as if she wanted to probe something.

Chen Ang was very satisfied with her orderly manner, how she could sort out the problems so clearly. He met her gaze and said indifferently: "I plan to use round-trip investment."

Shen Pianran raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling up slightly, and said with some surprise: "You've done your homework?"

"I looked up some information for a few days." Chen Ang leaned back on the sofa. "The Hong Kong company registers a foreign-invested enterprise within the country as a foreign entity, and then transfers the money in under the guise of technical consulting fees or equity transfer payments."

After two seconds of silence, Shen Pianran shrugged and said: "It seems you really have done your homework."

"I've just been in debt for a few years," Chen Ang said indifferently. "People in debt are always fast at calculating accounts."

Shen Pianran smiled for a rare moment. The smile was faint, but it made her whole person look much softer.

The man in front of her clearly possessed a massive fortune, yet she couldn't see any ostentation in him.

Although he wasn't old, he gave people a feeling of having seen all the vicissitudes of life. What exactly had he experienced?

Casting aside the fleeting thoughts, she closed the file and took an agreement out of the drawer.

"Then let's sign. If there are no surprises, five days from now, the first batch of funds, about 25 million US dollars, will be transferred to your Hong Kong account."

Chen Ang didn't say anything more. He carefully reviewed the document and then signed the heavy stroke that would reverse the course of his life.