Chapter 78: Relying on Shen Yanhui's Power

Gu Yan and Qin Yue met at a private tearoom.

When she arrived, the other party was already there, nervously stirring the lemonade in front of her. Seeing her come in, she grabbed onto her like a straw: "Yanyan, I'm a little scared..."

"Scared of what?" Gu Yan sat down beside her and held her hand, "It's Chen Zhiyuan who should be scared."

Just as she was speaking, the door to the tearoom was pushed open.

The woman who walked in was about forty years old, wearing a neatly tailored beige suit, with short hair cut to her ears and exquisite makeup.

"Ms. Qin, Miss Gu, I am Zhong Yu." She sat down opposite them and placed a folder on the table.

She didn't engage in much small talk and went straight to the point: "These are the financial records of Chen Zhiyuan's company for the past three years, which I have had someone preliminarily organize. There are several suspicious capital flows that can be submitted for a court investigation."

Qin Yue stared blankly at the dense numbers: "These... how did you get them?"

"Through legal channels." Zhong Yu smiled.

"Ms. Qin, a divorce lawsuit is not just about a broken relationship, but also about evidence. The more chips you have in your hand, the more confident you will be in negotiations."

She pulled out a few more photos.

They were photos of Chen Zhiyuan entering and leaving hotels with different women, spanning from last year to last month.

Qin Yue's fingers trembled slightly.

Gu Yan pressed her hand to cheer her on.

This lawyer, Zhong, was indeed very professional; over the next hour, she clearly analyzed all the pros and cons, listing potential negotiation plans and litigation strategies.

This gradually dispelled the unease in Qin Yue's heart, and any lingering reluctance was worn away by this naked evidence.

So many years of affection, in the end, were actually rooted in calculation.

She only felt that her life was an utter failure.

Gu Yan seemed to notice her emotions, reached out to cover her hand, and said softly: "Sister Yueyue, everyone makes mistakes in their choices; what matters is cutting your losses in time."

Qin Yue's eyes were a little red.

"Besides, it wasn't all a mistake; you still have Yuan Yuan."

"That's right, I still have Yuan Yuan."

——

The two sat in the tearoom for a while longer before getting up to leave.

Just as they reached the door, Qin Yue's footsteps faltered. Below the steps, the somewhat disheveled man—who else could it be but Chen Zhiyuan?

He clearly hadn't slept all night, his eyes bloodshot. Seeing Qin Yue, he immediately took two steps forward: "Yueyue!"

Qin Yue subconsciously stepped back, and Gu Yan turned to block her in front.

"Mr. Chen," Gu Yan said in a cold tone, "is something the matter?"

Chen Zhiyuan ignored her, his eyes fixed on Qin Yue: "Yueyue, let's talk. Just five minutes, okay? I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."

His voice was choked with emotion, sounding sincere.

If it were in the past, Qin Yue might have softened her heart.

But now, she could not soften her heart again.

"There is nothing left for us to talk about." Qin Yue spoke, her tone very light.

Hearing this, Chen Zhiyuan became anxious: "How can there be nothing to talk about? We still have Yuan Yuan; you don't want the child to lose her father at such a young age, do you?"

Mentioning Yuan Yuan, Qin Yue's expression suddenly turned cold: "If you really cared about Yuan Yuan, you wouldn't have done such things."

Qin Yue pulled Gu Yan and tried to walk around him.

Who would have thought that the man's expression would change, and he would viciously try to grab her by force.

Gu Yan frowned and shielded Qin Yue.

Just as she stood firm, she heard a "Bang!"

Two men in black suits appeared from nowhere and kicked Chen Zhiyuan in the abdomen. He staggered backward and fell heavily onto the stone floor.

Gu Yan was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

She walked forward two steps, looked down at Chen Zhiyuan on the ground, and a bright, slightly wicked smile curled the corners of her lips.

"Chen Zhiyuan, Shen Yanhui's men—their skills aren't bad, right?"

Chen Zhiyuan was sweating from the pain. Hearing this, he tried to get up but was pinned down by a foot on his shoulder.

Unable to move, he could only grit his teeth: "Gu Yan! You are bullying others by relying on your power!"

"That's right." Gu Yan answered as if it were a matter of course, even tilting her head, "I am bullying you by relying on my power, so what?"

"Have an opinion?" She blinked, "If you have an opinion, go tell Shen Yanhui. But..."

She drew out her voice, smiling like a cunning cat: "Are you worthy of seeing him?"

Chen Zhiyuan stared at her and suddenly sneered: "What are you acting so arrogant about, Gu Yan? Men are all the same. He treats you well now, but once the novelty wears off, do you think he'll still pamper you like this?"

"A man like Shen Yanhui, what kind of woman can't he have? You really think you can sit securely in the position of Mrs. Shen? Maybe he's already—"

Before he could finish, Qin Yue gave him a fierce slap.

The crisp sound of the slap was exceptionally clear on the quiet street.

Even Gu Yan was startled.

Her cousin had always been a gentle and mild-mannered person; she had never seen her get angry with anyone, let alone hit someone.

Chen Zhiyuan turned his head, a red mark quickly rising on his face.

He looked at Qin Yue in disbelief: "You... you dare hit me?"

Qin Yue didn't look at him, but apologized to Gu Yan with regret: "Yanyan, I'm sorry, I've implicated you."

"Cousin, why are you apologizing? It has nothing to do with you."

Gu Yan patted her hand, stepped forward, and squatted down in front of Chen Zhiyuan.

Half of the man's face was already swollen, and he was in a wretched state.

He looked at Gu Yan vigilantly: "What do you want—"

But Gu Yan did not give him the chance to finish speaking, and raised her hand.

"Slap!"

"This one is to vent my sister's anger."

Chen Zhiyuan's face burned with pain, and he glared viciously at the woman before him.

Gu Yan raised her hand again.

"Slap!"

Another slap.

"This one is for you slandering me just now."

"Slap!"

The final slap, with the greatest force.

"This one is for you slandering Shen Yanhui."

Chen Zhiyuan was struck until his cheek was red and swollen, his eyes full of venom, yet he could not move.

Gu Yan shook her slightly numb hand, stood up, pulled a tissue from her bag, and wiped her fingertips in a leisurely manner, as if she had just touched something dirty.

After wiping them, she looked at Qin Yue, suddenly a bit hesitant: "Sister, you won't feel sorry for him, will you?"

Qin Yue was helpless: "What are you thinking? He deserves it."

Gu Yan felt relieved.

To tell the truth, bullying others by relying on power is really quite satisfying.

She pulled Qin Yue away, and just as they sat in the car, her phone vibrated.

Looking down, it was a message from Shen Yanhui: 【Resolved?】

Gu Yan was not at all surprised that he knew, but still wanted to tease him: 【Are you monitoring me?】

The other side replied in a second: 【It is protection.】

Gu Yan smiled.

She replied: 【Resolved as thoroughly as it could be, it's just that my hand hurts a little.】

Shen Yanhui: 【Next time for this kind of thing, let someone else do it.】

Gu Yan: 【No, it's only satisfying if I hit him myself.】

Ten minutes later, Chang Su's call came in: "Madam, the ointment has been delivered to the Gu Family. Furthermore, Chen Zhiyuan will not appear before you again."

Gu Yan smiled.

She knew it.

This Shen Yanhui never does things only halfway.