Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

The setting sun casts its last rays.

The sunlight streamed through the windshield onto Lin Dawei's angular face.

The light truck was parked on the side of the road, and the cigarette between Lin Dawei's fingers had burned to the end.

Cigarette ash fell in a flurry onto his thick, calloused hands, but he seemed oblivious.

"Business loan..."

Lin Dawei pondered these three words carefully, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

Zhao Daqiang has certainly done something to build Shunda into what it is today. His "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass" tactic is undeniably ruthless.

If things proceed as originally planned, tomorrow afternoon I would take the recording and screenshots of the bank transfers to Zhu Zhu to sign an agreement waiving my right to pursue the matter, and then use this "ironclad evidence" to sue Zhao Daqiang in court for infidelity and asset transfer.

With the court's ruling, Zhao Daqiang readily agreed to leave with nothing, handing over the legal person and ownership of Shunda Freight Station to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan, unaware of the inside story, must have thought it was a great victory and celebrated with champagne.

But actually?

Shunda's official seal and business license have been mortgaged to the county rural commercial bank, and the 500,000 yuan business loan has become the down payment for the large apartment under Zhu Zhu's name.

What Wang Yan is taking over is an empty shell burdened with huge hidden debts!

Not only was this money not used for company operations, but as the sole controller of the company and Zhao Daqiang's legal wife, this debt will ultimately fall entirely on Wang Yan's shoulders.

Zhao Daqiang not only managed to escape unscathed, but he also ensured that Wang Yan would never be able to recover her life.

Lin Dawei flicked the cigarette butt out the window, stepped on the gas, and drove the light truck toward the small villa with a roar.

……

Seven o'clock in the evening, at the small villa.

Lin Dawei took out the spare key from under the floor mat and pushed the door open to enter.

The living room ceiling light was off, with only a few flickering candles on the coffee table.

Amidst the shifting shadows, Wang Yan resembled a ripe berry, exuding a deadly sweet fragrance.

She had clearly dressed up for the occasion.

Her lower body was covered by a pair of scarlet yoga pants that clung tightly to her legs, while her upper body was covered by black silk camisoles that looked as thin as if they would break with the slightest tug.

Her hair, which she usually tied up casually, was now permed into glamorous big waves, draped over her dazzlingly white shoulders.

Hearing the door open, Wang Yan stepped onto the soft carpet and went to greet her.

She held two glasses of decanted red wine in her hands, like a supple, boneless water snake, her warm breath carrying the scent of wine, as she slowly moved closer to Lin Dawei's chin.

"Dawei, you're really something!"

Her voice was deliberately suppressed, hoarse yet with a ticklish quality that made one's bones melt.

His fingertips lightly brushed against the rough fabric of Lin Dawei's work pants, his eyes lingering on the fabric.

"After tomorrow, once that old bastard is gone, Shunda will be ours. From then on, you can run away however you want, I'll do whatever you want..."

Lin Dawei looked at her flushed, excited face and did not take the glass of wine.

He grabbed Wang Yan's wrist, pulled her away, walked to the leather sofa, sat down, and took out his phone from his pocket.

"Don't be so quick to act wildly. This piece of meat from Shunda might not be as delicious as you think."

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, the smile on her lips still lingering, assuming the man was just playing up the mood.

She twisted her waist and leaned against his strong thigh.

"Why doesn't it smell good?"

"Once Zhao Daqiang leaves, all the customer phone numbers, the fleet of vehicles, and the cash flow will be in my hands. He won't be able to take a single thing with him!"

Listen to it yourself.

Lin Dawei opened the audio file in WeChat and skipped directly to the last forty seconds.

In the recording, Zhao Daqiang's voice, reeking of alcohol and extremely arrogant, was particularly jarring in the quiet living room.

"...That 500,000 yuan isn't even on Shunda's profit books! Even if Wang Yan stared blankly, she couldn't find any irregularities in the transaction records!"

"That woman thinks she can kick me to the curb and take over the freight station all by herself? Dream on! Shunda is currently burdened with this huge hidden debt!"

"If she really turns against me and sues me, I'll just hand over the freight station to her and let her pay off the loan from the rural commercial bank!"

Recording has ended.

The phone screen went dark.

The only sound in the living room was the crackling of burning candles.

The color drained from Wang Yan's face at a visible speed.

Her eyes, which had been full of flirtatious glances, suddenly contracted.

Her wrist jerked suddenly, and the wine glass tilted.

Dark red wine trickled down her slender collarbone, flowing over the silk camisole and splashing in large swathes onto her scarlet yoga pants.

pat.

The wine glass fell onto the thick carpet and rolled twice.

"This...this is impossible..."

Her knees buckled, and she plummeted from the clouds into an icy abyss, collapsing onto the carpet.

She gripped her freshly permed hair tightly with both hands, her nails almost digging into her scalp.

"A business loan? He used Shunda's business license as collateral? That damned old bastard!"

The momentary feeling of suffocation made her forget to breathe.

One second she thought she could trample Zhao Daqiang under her feet, but the next second she found that what awaited her was a bottomless pit of fire.

"It's over...it's all over."

Wang Yan's fingernails dug into the carpet, her once alluring facade shattered by overwhelming fear.

She turned around abruptly and clung tightly to Lin Dawei's thick calves as if grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

Tears smudged her makeup, and her plump body trembled uncontrollably with fear.

"Dawei, I'm not signing the agreement tomorrow!"

Wang Yan suddenly raised her head and gripped Lin Dawei's trouser leg tightly as if it were the last straw, her knuckles turning white.

"I don't want this lousy freight station anymore! I'm going to court tomorrow to file for divorce and make him die carrying this 500,000 yuan debt!"

Lin Dawei looked down at her, letting her cling to his legs like a vine, feeling the chill and shiver from her wet yoga pants.

"You think you can get away?"

Lin Dawei took out a lighter and lit the cigarette with a "click".

"You are now a legally married couple. Shunda is a business you jointly operated during your marriage. Although he took out this business loan behind your back, if the bank investigates, it is very likely that it will be judged as being used for family or joint business purposes."

Even if you don't want the freight station, the debt will still fall on your shoulders and become a joint debt of the couple.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Wang Yan looked up in despair, her blank gaze fixed on the mountain-like, composed man before her.

She can't even cry now.

He finished half a cigarette.

Lin Dawei suddenly bent down, his thick arms slipping under her armpits, and easily lifted her boneless body, tossing her into the depths of the large leather sofa.

The genuine leather rubbed together, producing a dull sound.

Before Wang Yan could struggle, Lin Dawei had already leaned over and pressed down on her.

He braced his hands on the back of the chair near her ears, completely locking her in a small, aggressively enclosed space.

The intense male hormones, mixed with a faint tobacco scent, instantly filled all of Wang Yan's senses.

"Dawei..."

Wang Yan's voice was trembling, unsure whether it was from fear or the oppressive feeling of being so close.

"Don't cry."

Lin Dawei's gaze fell on her collarbone, which was soaked with wine, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"He was good at calculations, but he missed one thing."

As they drew closer, their hearts pressed together, and they could feel each other's heartbeats quicken.

Lin Dawei touched Wang Yan's white earlobe with the tip of his tongue, watching her arch her back as if electrocuted, and shudder.

Torn between fear and lust, Wang Yan was extremely sensitive at this moment.

She gripped Lin Dawei's shoulders tightly, struggling to control her numb tongue, "What?"

"Business loans are specifically granted by the government to enterprises for production and operation. According to the strict rules of the banks, business loans are absolutely not allowed to flow into the real estate market, let alone be used to pay down payments for houses."

"If verified, this is called illegal loan fraud!"