Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 107, completely unattainable!

Deep within an alley in the Southern City, inside Suxin Clinic.

"Miss, this is infuriating!" Mrs. Xue exclaimed, putting down her phone, her elegant face seething with anger. "I just got word that Yuan Ruoshan had someone secretly move our booth to the farthest edge of the venue, right in the corner by the restrooms! That man is determined to make us look like fools."

At her words, Yuan Youwei’s expression soured. She turned to look at Lin Fan, who remained calm. They were just about to head to the International Convention and Exhibition Center, and now this mess had to happen. It was a truly inauspicious start.

"It doesn’t matter," Lin Fan said, shaking his head as he picked up a large black plastic bag from under the counter. "My targets are just those nine pharmaceutical companies anyway."

Inside the bag were nine wooden medicine boxes of various sizes. Although they looked unassuming, the crafting process had been incredibly laborious. Yuan Tao had supervised the furniture workshop for three days and nights straight just to rush out the first batch. Lin Fan had him select the nine with the best finish to be delivered. His plan was to attend the Medical Supply Conference with just this one bag of wooden boxes.

The three of them left and got into the car, heading directly for the International Convention and Exhibition Center in the heart of the city. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Lin Fan, you’d better not mess this up," Mrs. Xue warned, glaring at him through the rearview mirror as she drove. "Otherwise, our Miss will share in your misfortune today."

It couldn’t be helped. Even though she had witnessed Lin Fan’s extraordinary abilities time and again, the thought of him securing a four-billion-yuan order with nothing but a bag of wooden boxes... it sounded like an absolute fantasy!

"Don’t worry, Mrs. Xue. My Xiao Fan has never disappointed me," Yuan Youwei said, nestling closely against Lin Fan’s side, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled. She hadn’t been idle these past two days either, helping Lin Fan with the full takeover of Su Pharmaceutical while also sending people to search for the Green Phoenix Vine and Fire Fungus.

Recalling what Lin Fan had said that night, she felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. She was even more anxious than he was, hoping to find those two rare herbs quickly to suppress the toxins of the Seven-Core Deadly Lotus! Otherwise, this man would be forced to remain a pitiful rose with thorns—to be admired from a distance, but never to be touched...

"Miss, just keep on being so lovesick. If he fails, well... ugh!" Mrs. Xue glanced away from the rearview mirror, a look of exasperation on her face.

She knew perfectly well that her young miss had fallen head over heels for Lin Fan and wouldn’t listen to reason. Even if Lin Fan’s gamble failed, she would probably just stick by his side, hopelessly devoted!

"You really have that little faith in me?" Lin Fan asked just then, turning his gaze from the window and shaking his head calmly. "A mere four billion is nothing. If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Wang Sr. and the others have already taken the bait."

"Oh, yes, of course! They’ve taken the bait, alright," Mrs. Xue shot back, rolling her eyes at his reflection. "They’ve eaten every last crumb you laid out and are probably bursting at the seams by now!" In a fit of pique, she stomped on the accelerator, and the car surged forward.

"Xiao Fan, my grandfather already said he plans to take us to the Wen family in the Imperial Capital to call off the engagement right after the conference," Yuan Youwei said. The sudden jolt pressed her into her seat. With a sly glint in her eyes, she took the opportunity to lean against Lin Fan’s shoulder, her alluring red lips curving into a faint smile.

Over the last two days, Wen Zheyang had made an uncharacteristic number of visits to the Yuan estate. He had even tried to use the engagement contract to force Mr. Yuan Sr.’s hand. In response, Yuan Youwei took matters into her own hands and had the door shut in his face twice, thoroughly venting her grandfather’s anger.

Thinking of this, Yuan Youwei’s heart swelled with sweetness and joy. After all, her confidence came from the man right beside her!

"Hmm, just buckle your seatbelt first," Lin Fan mumbled, silently pulling the belt across and clicking it into place. He was half-afraid Mrs. Xue might suddenly snap and take them all down with her.

As for everything else... a flicker of uncertainty crossed Lin Fan’s eyes. He hadn’t made up his mind yet. The path ahead was fraught with difficulty and danger. It wouldn’t be wise to rashly pull Yuan Youwei into his troubles.

"What’s wrong? A great fighter like you is afraid to die?" Mrs. Xue taunted through the mirror, casting a disdainful look at the back seat. For some reason, seeing the two of them being so lovey-dovey made her feel a little jealous.

"I’m afraid you’ll take me with you," Lin Fan retorted coolly, his brow furrowed.

"Pfft! As if anyone would want to commit lovers’ suicide with you!" Mrs. Xue scoffed, genuinely annoyed now, and turned her head away to ignore him.

Before long, the black Bentley slowed and pulled into the International Convention and Exhibition Center. Lin Fan stepped out of the car and took in the scene. The entrance was a sea of people. Gongs and drums echoed, red banners fluttered, and firecrackers popped. Luxury cars were parked row after row, resembling a grand auto show. Countless reporters swarmed any high-society figure who appeared, jockeying for interviews.

"My God, it’s the Medical Association’s Mr. Wang Sr.!"

"The real estate tycoon from Haipu Industry, Mr. Huang Jiacheng, is here too!"

"Wow, even the Chamber of Commerce Chairman, Mr. Yuan Sr., has graced us with his presence!"

One after another, these important figures walked down the red carpet, entering the exhibition hall with an air of distinction. The consecutive arrival of three of Haicheng’s four greatest tycoons brought the atmosphere to a fever pitch, eliciting countless cheers and the ceaseless flashing of cameras.

"Su, stop spacing out! Get on your knees and shine the guests’ shoes!" a coworker urged.

At that moment, to the left of the main hall’s entrance, Su Mengqing stood clutching a rag. She stared blankly at the stream of arriving dignitaries.

How she had once longed to be one of them, to walk through these doors under the admiring gaze of the crowd. And now, she had halfway succeeded—she was standing at the entrance, but only as a temporary shoe-shiner!

"Oh, okay." A thousand emotions churned within her, finally settling into a bleakness in her eyes. Prodded by her coworker, Su Mengqing quickly nodded, bowed her head low, and knelt to begin her work. To avoid being recognized, she wore a large white mask that hid most of her face and deliberately left her hair disheveled, giving her a sloppy appearance.

Pair after pair of leather shoes were vigorously polished until they shone, their owners then striding away with heads held high. Some were gentlemanly enough to politely refuse her service, even pressing a few hundred-yuan bills into her hand as a tip.

The next moment, another pair of new black leather shoes stopped before her. Her wrists aching from exhaustion, Su Mengqing instinctively hunched over and reached out with her rag.

"Thank you, I don’t need them polished."

Hearing that familiar male voice, she froze instantly.

Lin Fan... It was actually Lin Fan! In that instant, the bustling venue fell silent to her ears, replaced by a loud ringing in her head!

Su Mengqing numbly raised her head. Lin Fan stood there in a brand-new, high-end, custom-tailored black suit, looking utterly magnificent and dashing. Flanking him were Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue, one in a white gown and the other in black. The trio complemented each other perfectly, radiating an aura of nobility and elegance.

BOOM!

Their eyes met. Su Mengqing’s heart seized violently, and her face instantly burned with shame. She quickly lowered her head, her body trembling uncontrollably, like a thief caught in the act.

The man who had once been her partner... now he was part of Haicheng’s elite, completely beyond her reach. If he recognized her now... the shame would be unbearable, a fate worse than death!

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Each second felt like a year. But the new black leather shoes didn’t move. Their mirror-like surface even reflected her own mortified face.

"...Su Mengqing?"

After what felt like an eternity, Lin Fan’s somewhat conflicted voice sounded from above. His voice was accompanied by a hand extending toward her, holding a thick wad of hundred-yuan bills.

He recognized me! He recognized me!

THUNDERCLAP. RUMBLE, RUMBLE!

The world went black for Su Mengqing as if she had stepped off a cliff, her mind going completely blank for a moment.

"Yes, I’m Su Mengqing! Are you satisfied now? Are you happy, Lin Fan? Are you thrilled to see me get my comeuppance?"

SLAP!

Su Mengqing violently knocked his hand away and shot to her feet. Her eyes were bloodshot, her breathing ragged as she glared at the conflicted-looking Lin Fan like a cornered beast.

"Isn’t it your fault I’ve ended up like this? Are you trying to humiliate me with money? Save your fake pity! I, Su Mengqing, don’t need pity from you, Lin Fan!"

Her piercing shriek tore through the air. In an instant, the clamor inside and outside the hall died down. Every head turned to stare.