Chapter 55: Don't Hang Around Before My Eyes Anymore

"Taking a step back, even if I did do it, I did it for her own good. Who would want their daughter to marry a useless piece of trash? Why don't you look in a mirror? What qualifications do you have to compare yourself to Liu Wenyuan?"

"He has ten billion in overseas assets and has now established a large company domestically. In what way are you better than him? Chen Yu, if you have even a shred of self-awareness, then let go of my Xinyu and let her start over."

Wang Xueqin stood with her hands on her hips, looking aggressive; in any case, she did not believe Chen Yu could do anything to her.

"So, you are admitting that you did these things?" Chen Yu stared coldly at Wang Xueqin, his killing intent already stirred.

"That's right, I did it. I want to break you two up. Chen Yu, listen to me: unless you divorce my daughter and let her find a good family to marry into, otherwise I will make your lives a living hell here."

"Now, get out immediately. You are Xinyu's mother, my mother-in-law; don't force me to lay a hand on you." Chen Yu stared fixedly at Wang Xueqin, his fists already clenched tight.

Truth be told, he really had the urge to punch Wang Xueqin to death; this woman was simply rotten to the core, but he still held back, as she was his mother-in-law in name, after all.

"Want me to leave? Heh, don't even think about it. You surnamed Chen, let me tell you: if you block my daughter from marrying into a wealthy family, I will keep pestering you here and fight you to the bitter end."

"As long as I am here, she will never be able to give birth to the child in her belly." Wang Xueqin glared hatefully at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu stared fixedly at her, his murderous intent suddenly erupting; abruptly, he raised his hand and slapped Wang Xueqin across the face with a 'slap'.

Although he did not use True Qi, this slap was solid. Wang Xueqin screamed, clutching half her face as she looked at Chen Yu in disbelief: "You dare hit me? I am your mother-in-law."

Slap... another slap landed on the other side of her face.

"With such a vicious heart, you are unworthy of being a mother." Chen Yu said coldly: "Wang Xueqin, I'll warn you once: don't treat me like the Chen Yu of the past. Get out now; I won't hold you accountable for what happened before, otherwise, I will make your Ye Family disappear from Fengling."

"You dare, you little beast, you actually dare to hit me? I will make my daughter divorce you, I will..."

Wang Xueqin brought out her shrewish energy to throw a tantrum, but Chen Yu sent her flying several meters away with a single slap.

"Where are the security guards? Come over immediately." Chen Yu walked to the side and pressed the video intercom on the wall.

In a high-end residential complex, security is very strict; at Chen Yu's word, five or six security guards arrived immediately.

"Mr. Chen, is there a problem?" the security guard asked.

"Look clearly: this woman is not allowed to step foot in here ever again, otherwise she will bear the consequences." Chen Yu pointed at Wang Xueqin.

"Yes, yes, I understand." The security captain was somewhat surprised. Isn't this Chen Yu's mother-in-law? Are the two families on bad terms? Looking at this, it seems it was time to take action.

"Now, throw her out immediately. Don't let me see her again." Chen Yu waved his hand.

"Chen Yu, you piece of trash, you dare throw me out? I will have Xinyu divorce you. Just you wait, I won't let this go."

Wang Xueqin was carried off by the group of security guards; she shrieked and rolled on the ground throwing a tantrum, but these security guards were not ordinary people—they were either retired soldiers or had trained—and they carried her out.

Although he had vented some of his anger, the lingering rage in Chen Yu's chest had not yet dissipated, so he picked up his phone and called Zhang Erdao.

"Any orders, Brother Yu?" Zhang Erdao said respectfully.

"How is that guy surnamed Ye who owed you money last time doing now? Has he finished paying it back?" Chen Yu said.

"He paid back a portion, but you know, with usury, we say it's not paid back, then it's not paid back." Zhang Erdao said.

"Keep demanding it. Their family is living too comfortably right now." Chen Yu said coldly: "If he asks why, tell him to go ask his mother what she has been doing."

"I understand, Brother Yu. I'll take the brothers over tomorrow to demand payment, teach that kid a good lesson, and stir up more trouble for them." Zhang Erdao understood Chen Yu's meaning instantly.

Poor Ye Chenguang; his wife was already going to divorce him, and now, because of his mother, he was going to suffer another round of physical pain.

Hanging up the phone, Chen Yu let out a long sigh. The root of this matter ultimately lay with Liu Wenyuan, so he pulled up his phone again: "Check Liu Wenyuan for me."

"Mr. Chen, Liu Wenyuan is a returnee investor, CEO of Yuanhang International, a well-known investor, and a painter. He is currently holding an art exhibition; he is a man of great prestige."

"However, if you want to move against him, we have found some information." A moment later, Shi Hu called back.

"Good, send the information to me." Chen Yu hung up the phone, sneered, and began packing his things to head out.

"Husband." Ye Xinyu suddenly called out to Chen Yu.

"Why did you get out of bed? Go back to bed and rest." Chen Yu was startled; she had just undergone a pregnancy stabilization, and her body was still very weak.

"I know, it was my mother who did it." Ye Xinyu grabbed Chen Yu's hand, her tears falling: "Why is she... so heartless?"

"Xinyu, don't be sad." Chen Yu held her hand and said firmly: "With me here, I will exhaust the rest of my life to protect you and the child."

After comforting Ye Xinyu and watching her fall asleep, Chen Yu went out.

In the middle of the exhibition hall, Liu Wenyuan was holding a private art exhibition.

In truth, the art exhibition was just a front; the identity of a painter could add to his prestige. The exhibition he held invited people from Fengling's upper society, and it had already become a small party.

A person like Liu Wenyuan had always believed that connections were extremely important. Having just returned to Fengling, if he wanted to gain a foothold, he had to first establish his own persona.

Today, he was wearing a white suit, holding champagne, and weaving through the crowd.

A well-known painter, a famous overseas investor—various halos added to his person, adding many commendable points to Liu Wenyuan's persona.

"The name of this painting is 'End of the Road'." Liu Wenyuan was introducing one of his proudest works: "The meaning displayed in the painting is freedom. The starting bid for this painting is ten thousand US dollars, and all proceeds will be donated to charity."

"Moreover, besides my paintings, there are also some jewelry, treasures, antiques, and calligraphy that I have collected personally over the years. Everything tonight will be auctioned publicly, and all proceeds will be donated."

"Mr. Liu is not only a celebrity but also a philanthropist."

"That's right, in such a restless society, there really aren't many people like Mr. Liu left."

A round of applause erupted at the scene; everyone had a good impression of him, especially some socialite ladies who had already begun inquiring about his life.

"Hmm, using everyone's kindness to make money—you're quite something." Just at this moment, a cold voice came over.

"Chen Yu, it's you?" Liu Wenyuan's expression changed: "I don't recall inviting you."