Chapter 520: Family Property Struggle, Sister Zhang's Ruthless Methods

When divorce was mentioned, Zhang Lan's sharp insight surged; her wet hair wasn't even dried, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked to the living room.

Wei Shouqin, sitting on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette.

He had just taken out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

Zhang Lan suddenly lifted a foot and stepped on his left shoulder, forcing him to lean back against the sofa, not daring to move. Looking closely, damn! A married woman, is it appropriate to lift her leg that high?

"Where are you looking? Look at my eyes!"

After more than twenty years of marriage, Zhang Lan's dominant position in the household had never changed; she bellowed, and Wei Shouqin's heart trembled.

Wei Shouqin sensibly shifted his gaze to Zhang Lan's face.

He replied weakly: "You… what do you want? Today you gave me a green hat, and I didn't say anything. Zhang Lan, don't go too far…"

"You slept with someone else's wife first, then they came to sleep with your wife, and you still have the nerve to blame me?!"

Zhang Lan put more pressure with her foot, pressing Wei Shouqin firmly against the sofa.

This left Wei Shouqin completely in a passive state.

Wei Shouqin's body, daily wandering among flower bushes, had, by the elders' saying, been drained by a fox spirit—strong outside, weak inside.

Just one word—empty!

Not just kidney-deficient.

Also heart-deficient.

For such a weak, balding old scoundrel who can't even truss a chicken, compared to Zhang Lan, who is six years younger and daily enthusiastic about running and fitness, the difference is not just a little.

Wei Shouqin grabbed the foot stepping on his chest, but didn't dare to push it away forcefully.

He compromised with a helpless expression: "Okay, okay, okay, it's not your fault, it's all mine. I have no interest in arguing about this; hurry up and take your foot off."

"Try moving a bit!"

Zhang Lan pressed down again with her foot, treating Wei Shouqin like a grandson.

This time, whether Wei Shouqin was a grandson or not, he didn't dare to pry open the foot on his chest or move recklessly, because a fruit knife lay on the coffee table beside Zhang Lan, within easy reach.

In this situation, we can't let the conflict escalate.

Safety comes first.

Wei Shouqin, holding a bitter melon face, endured and asked: "What exactly do you want? It's the New Year; if there's something, let's sit down and talk calmly."

"I can't stay calm!"

"Today is your 48th birthday, and I haven't forgotten. I bought you a pigeon egg—that is, an emerald ring. First lift your foot, and I'll get your birthday present."

"Don't try to fool me here!"

Zhang Lan still kept her foot on Wei Shouqin without loosening; the phone screen on the coffee table lit up, the ringtone sounding nonstop, but she pretended not to hear.

She gazed at Wei Shouqin with resentful anger: "If you don't make things clear today, my birthday will be your memorial day!"

"What exactly do you want me to say? My mind is a fog right now." Wei Shouqin wanted to cry but had no tears; he could see that Zhang Lan's warning was no joke.

Married for 25 years, they've had over a hundred big and small fights.

Without exception.

The injured party each time was him, Wei Shouqin.

The worst and most terrifying time was when Zhang Lan snipped him with scissors! If it weren't for his quick reflexes and luck dodging the blow, he would have nearly become the 21st-century Wei Zhongxian.

Wei Shouqin unconsciously glanced at the fruit knife on the coffee table.

He turned back, trembling, and urged Zhang Lan: "Let's talk things out properly; it's the New Year, and it's your birthday—I really don't want to argue with you…"

"I ask you, that slut Liu Qingmei—did she get pregnant with your child?"

"No."

"Then what about Wei Chao—is he your illegitimate son?"

The Wei Chao Zhang Lan referred to is Wei Shouqin's eldest nephew, engaged in overseas trade, and also using trade channels to help Wei Shouqin move illicit funds, laundering a lot of dirty money.

When Wei Shouqin heard the three words "illegitimate son," his reaction was strong; he was indeed nervous.

He shouted angrily: "Which bastard who hasn't had a proper meal is gossiping behind my back! My nephew, how could he be my illegitimate son! If he were my illegitimate son, then I and my brother's wife would be adulterers—this is nonsense, even rabbits don't eat the grass beside their burrow!"

"You're a beast worse than a rabbit; seeing a woman, you can't move your legs—would you let your brother's wife off?"

In Zhang Lan's gaze shone a murderous anger.

Wei Shouqin was scolded until he had no temper left.

He forced himself to argue: "I really didn't sleep with Huang Qiaoru, believe me. When you were younger, whether in figure or looks, you outclassed her in every way—she can't compare to you…"

"Shut up!"

In his youth, this sweet talk tactic was quite effective, able to dispel 50% of Zhang Lan's anger.

But today, this tactic is utterly useless.

Zhang Lan is no longer the twenty-something girl she once was, nor a shallow beauty vying for favor; at her current age, she cares only about money.

Zhang Lan angrily asked: "I ask you, if Wei Chao isn't your illegitimate son, then why are those tens of billions you moved overseas all in his name?"

"This… this isn't just to avoid investigation…" Wei Shouqin said: "Although the money is in his name, I am the actual controller; I'm just using his bank account."

"I used to believe your lies and never thought about this; now you still want to fool me?" As she spoke, Zhang Lan lifted her foot, and Wei Shouqin also breathed a sigh of relief.

However, less than two seconds of relief passed, and Wei Shouqin suddenly widened his eyes in shock.

Only to see Zhang Lan pick up the fruit knife on the coffee table!

When the fruit knife pointed at his face, Wei Shouqin panicked and shrank back: "Zhang Lan… you're going a bit too far, pulling out a knife again at the drop of a hat…"

"You fool around with women outside, I can tolerate that, but! You secretly fathered a bastard outside and put all the family property in that bastard's name—do you think I, Zhang Lan, am nothing?!"

Saying this, Zhang Lan already lifted his chin with the blade's flat side.

This is the aura of a big sister!

Killing intent permeates the air!

Wei Shouqin was lifted so his head tilted back slightly, he didn't dare move a muscle: "Don't… don't mess around, I haven't deprived you of food or clothing, why are you being so calculative?"

"So, Wei Chao really is your illegitimate son? Bastard!"

Speaking, Zhang Lan stuck the fruit knife into the sofa, hauled Wei Shouqin up from the sofa and drove a hard knee into him.

Wei Shouqin let out a painful oh-wah cry.

The next second he spread his legs into an X and squatted in front of the sofa, in pain like a soft-shelled turtle: "Zhang Lan, you… you're already in your sixties, still so hot-headed…"

When he got to the word "you", he had originally wanted to curse, but he changed his mind at the last moment.

He simply didn't dare to curse.

Zhang Lan coldly warned Wei Shouqin: "You have three days to return all the assets placed under Wei Chao's name! Miss even a fraction, and I'll castrate you, so for the rest of your life you'll only be able to stare helplessly at women!"