Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 100: What shame do you have left!

With the arrival of Yuan Youwei and Lin Fan, Mr. Wang Sr. and the others were utterly dumbfounded.

It’s over. Yuan Ruohai failed! That useless bum! How could he fail with help from both the Black Tiger Hall and Iguchi Watanabe?

Instantly, they all exchanged glances, their faces turning utterly grim.

"She... who is she?" Wen Zheyang asked, his eyes fixed on Yuan Youwei’s sultry physique, a look of sheer astonishment on his face.

He didn’t recognize her. Although they had been betrothed since childhood, they had only met once as children. As the Wen family grew more prosperous and broke into the ranks of the Imperial Capital’s top ten families, his family stopped mentioning the marriage, feeling it was beneath them. Wen Zheyang, naturally, paid no attention to the Hai City Yuan family. Even when he heard Yuan Youwei being praised as the "Flower of Haicheng," he had merely laughed it off.

"Young Master Wen, she is your fiancée, the second young miss of the Yuan family, Yuan Youwei!" Mr. Wang Sr. blurted out, unable to hold back any longer. He stopped Su Mengqing, who was on the verge of erupting from humiliation and fury, and turned to question Yuan Youwei harshly. "Yuan Youwei, where is your second uncle, Yuan Ruohai?!"

"Mr. Wang Sr., what you really want to ask is why my Yuan family survived last night unscathed, isn’t it?" Yuan Youwei said, shifting her gaze from Su Mengqing. She gave Mr. Wang Sr. a deep, knowing look. "Speaking of which, it’s all thanks to my dear Fanfan. That piece-of-shit Master Feng, those so-called Sakura Country Warrior masters... in front of him, they’re no better than clay chickens and pottery dogs."

Yuan Youwei smiled sweetly. Ignoring the strange looks from the crowd, she boldly hooked her arm through Lin Fan’s. Then, catching him off guard, she rose onto the tips of her high heels and planted a loud SMOOCH on his cheek.

Holy shit! Lin Fan shuddered.

Wen Zheyang shuddered as well.

Su Mengqing clenched her jaw so tightly it audibly cracked. That shameless pair! What a rotten, shameless pair!

"...That nickname is sickening. I don’t like it," Lin Fan said, his face burning hot as he tried to pull his arm away. He was inexplicably reminded of a cringey internet celebrity, and a chill ran down his spine.

"I don’t care. I’m going to call you that," Yuan Youwei retorted, her own face flushed. She summoned her courage and met Lin Fan’s gaze, her beautiful, watery eyes filled with tender affection and enchanting charm. To assert her claim in front of Su Mengqing, she ignored Lin Fan’s struggles and pulled his arm even tighter against her chest.

"Yuan Youwei, do you know who I am?"

The next moment, Wen Zheyang, unable to bear it any longer, strode forward and jabbed a finger at Yuan Youwei’s nose.

I really miscalculated. If I’d known my fiancée was such a devastating, sultry beauty, I would have come to Haicheng much sooner to keep anyone else from getting their hands on her! That kiss she had just given Lin Fan felt like a steel knife twisting in his gut.

"I am Wen Zheyang of the Imperial Capital’s Wen family, and I have a marriage contract with you!" Wen Zheyang bellowed before she could respond, his face contorted with rage, spittle flying from his mouth. "Is this the kind of upbringing your Yuan family provides? You accuse others of being shameless, yet how dare you cheat on me behind my back?"

"So you’re Wen Zheyang?" Yuan Youwei paused, looking him up and down with open curiosity. "No way, are butt-exposing pants really the new trend in the Imperial Capital?"

When she saw the large hole in his trousers, she was momentarily stunned before breaking into a snicker, deliberately teasing him.

"You—stop changing the subject! You enjoy messing around with trash like Lin Fan, is that it? Are you not afraid of the Wen family’s wrath?!"

Instantly, Wen Zheyang’s handsome face flushed scarlet, turning the color of a monkey’s rear. He frantically tried to cover his backside with his hand, wishing he could charge forward and strangle Lin Fan on the spot. It was bad enough that he made a fool of himself meeting his fiancée for the first time as an adult, but to be publicly cuckolded by Lin Fan on top of it all? If word of this spread back to the Imperial Capital, he, the third young master of the prestigious Wen family, would become a complete laughingstock.

"Wen Zheyang, isn’t it your family that’s been wanting to cancel this engagement for years? You’ve treated my Yuan family with nothing but disdain, always assuming we were just trying to climb the social ladder, haven’t you?" Yuan Youwei, far from being angered, took the opportunity to press herself closer to Lin Fan, leaning her entire delicate body against his and taking full advantage of the situation. "I recall my grandfather made a special trip to the Imperial Capital a few years ago to visit your grandfather. And what happened?"

The memory of past slights made her gaze turn cold. "Your grandfather didn’t even let mine through the door! All because some important person was visiting your family that day!"

"Hmph, so what?" Wen Zheyang retorted, rolling his eyes with an expression of pure entitlement. "How could someone like Yuan Tianguang possibly compare to a distinguished guest of my Wen family? If your grandfather had disturbed them, ten of his lives wouldn’t have been enough to pay for it!"

"Since you despise each other, just call off the marriage," Lin Fan interjected, frowning slightly as he addressed Wen Zheyang. "The Wen family may look down on the Yuan family, but the Yuan family certainly isn’t desperate for your approval."

Although he had already forced the Yuan family to divest from all of Human Tower’s enterprises, hearing Wen Zheyang belittle them so openly still left a sour taste in Lin Fan’s mouth. After all, one should consider the master before beating their dog. As for the Wen family? In Lin Fan’s eyes, they weren’t worth a damn fart.

"Lin Fan, what business is this of yours?! I’m speaking to my fiancée! Who the hell are you to butt in?" Wen Zheyang’s face twisted in fury as he barked at him.

"And what if I decide to force my way in?" A mocking smile played on Lin Fan’s lips. He abruptly turned his head and planted a firm SMOOCH on Yuan Youwei’s cheek.

Holy shit! Holy shit!

Mr. Wang Sr. and his cohort, who were already dumbfounded, collectively jumped in shock. Mrs. Xue, who had been silent all this time, was stunned. Behind Lin Fan, Doctor Jiang’s eyes shone with pure admiration.

Incredible. Absolutely incredible. Kissing a man’s fiancée right in front of him? He clearly holds Wen Zheyang and the entire Wen family of the Imperial Capital in complete contempt!

"Lin Fan! You! You will die a horrible death! I will never, ever let you two be together! Even if I never marry, I will never call off this engagement!" Wen Zheyang shrieked, the corners of his eyes twitching as he bordered on insanity. He had been publicly cuckolded twice in less than two minutes. The rage was enough to kill a man.

"Suit yourself. You can refuse now, but I’ll make the Wen family come begging the Yuan family to annul the engagement later," Lin Fan said with a shake of his head, done with wasting time. He prepared to lead the blushing and delighted Yuan Youwei away.

"Lin Fan! Why are you doing this to me? I admit I was cold to you before, but I never did anything to truly wrong you!"

The next moment, Su Mengqing lunged forward, blocking Lin Fan and his group of four. Her face was a mask of rage, the veins on her smooth forehead bulging frighteningly. "Fine! You forced my hand! You pushed me to this dead end! If I, Su Mengqing, can’t be happy, then you, Lin Fan, can forget about it too!"

RRRRIP!

With trembling hands, Su Mengqing pulled a piece of paper from her small purse. Right in front of Lin Fan, she tore it to shreds and threw the pieces at his feet.

It was the divorce agreement she had signed in a fit of pique a week ago.

She had carried it with her all this time, waiting for the day Lin Fan would come crawling back, begging for a reconciliation. Then, she would have thrown this very document in his face. But in just a few short days, everything had changed. Now, this divorce agreement had become her last, desperate thread connecting her to him.

"I’m not getting this divorce! I regret it! Not unless you give me half of all your assets and go to the hospital to kneel and apologize to my mother!"

A deathly silence fell.

"...Su Mengqing, do you have any shame at all?" After a long moment, Lin Fan lifted his gaze from the scraps of paper on the floor. Her bold signature on them was so familiar, yet so jarring. He looked at her with a cold, expressionless face.

This woman had finally reached this point. From a proud, aloof CEO, she had degenerated into an unreasonable, ranting shrew.

"I have nothing left! Why would I need dignity?" Su Mengqing shrieked, laughing hysterically through a flood of tears, looking utterly unhinged. She pointed a trembling finger at Lin Fan and Yuan Youwei. "You want me to step aside and bless you two shameless lovers? In your dreams!"