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

Zhao Shao chuckled awkwardly at the other bosses, but didn't dare to say anything.

Only Lin Dawei's gaze lingered on Mei Jie's impressive cleavage for a second before shifting away.

"It's definitely lacking."

Mei was slightly taken aback, then her eyes shone even brighter.

She turned her head and caught sight of the disheveled Zhao Pengfei, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"Young Master Zhao really needs to take some nourishing food."

Sister Mei leaned forward, carrying the tray, her voice so soft it could melt your heart.

"I specially asked the kitchen to prepare a top-quality turtle soup with goji berries, specifically for the bosses to help them recover their energy. It seems that Young Master Zhao needs this even more."

Zhao Pengfei's face turned extremely ugly upon hearing this.

He grabbed the purple clay pot from the tray, tilted his head back, and gulped it all down, not even bothering to wipe the soup from his mouth.

"Stop talking nonsense. I was just drunk and not in my best form. I'll deal with these ungrateful girls next time."

Zhao Pengfei stubbornly threw down the purple clay pot, forced himself to stand up straight, and stumbled outside.

"Old Lin, let's go home."

All he wants now is to get out of this place that has made him lose face.

Lin Dawei ignored Zhao Pengfei's urging and remained standing in place, unhurried.

As Mei Jie took the opportunity to retrieve the tray, she deliberately brushed her soft, plump arm against Lin Dawei's hand.

"Mr. Lin, this nightclub has everything. If you ever have the time or inclination, feel free to come find me."

She tiptoed slightly, leaned close to Lin Dawei's ear, and breathed softly.

"Next time, Sister Mei, I'll personally brew you tea."

Mei-jie is a smart woman; she can see that Lin Dawei is no ordinary person and is worth investing in to befriend.

Lin Dawei glanced at her indifferently.

"must."

Lin Dawei did not make any substantial promises, but he also did not completely shut down the door.

He left with a meaningful look, turned around and strode off to catch up with Zhao Pengfei, who was still swaying ahead.

Only Mei-jie remained standing in the red glow of the corridor, her gaze fixed on his broad, tall back, her eyes sparkling.

……

The next morning, Lin Dawei got out of bed early.

After returning to the old town last night, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The combination of the rejuvenating serum's enhancement and the "bird ring's" physical amplification resulted in exceptionally high sleep quality.

Standing in front of the mirror in the cramped bathroom, Lin Dawei scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.

The man in the mirror has fully recovered to his peak condition!

Lin Dawei dried his face and began washing up.

Today is a crucial juncture.

Wang Yan's divorce case is scheduled to begin at 9:00 AM in the county court.

8:30 a.m.

Lin Dawei appeared at the entrance of the small villa on time.

Wang Yan wore a black business suit today, with full makeup and bright red lipstick, but she still couldn't hide the fatigue and panic in her eyes.

This fiery red chili pepper, who had been out there braving the world for half her life, still felt a little unsteady on her feet when it came to taking Zhao Daqiang, the man she had shared a bed with for over a decade, to court and fight for her life and fortune.

"Great Power."

When Wang Yan saw Lin Dawei's tall and imposing figure, she felt as if she had grasped a lifeline and quickly walked towards him.

Lin Dawei is changing more and more; this must be reverse aging.

However, she had no intention of asking at the moment.

Lin Dawei stretched out his broad palm, grabbed her slightly cold fingers, and squeezed them hard.

"Take your things and let's go."

These few words, though brief, convey a sense of ruggedness and composure.

Wang Yan took a deep breath, and her heart, which had been hanging in her throat, suddenly fell back into her stomach.

Nine o'clock in the morning, at the main gate of the county court.

A black Audi sedan was parked arrogantly at the bottom of the steps.

Zhao Daqiang was wearing a brand-new high-end suit, and his hair was slicked back with hair wax.

He had a cigar between his fingers and was chatting and laughing with the lawyer in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses next to him.

The most eye-catching thing is that Zhu Zhu is here today too.

She was wearing a tight-fitting knitted pencil skirt, her makeup was exquisite, and her two fair arms were wrapped around Zhao Daqiang's arm.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Wang?"

When Zhao Daqiang saw Wang Yan walking over, he exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone full of undisguised contempt.

"What, here to divide the inheritance? Don't you even know how many cents the freight station has left in its books!"

Zhao Daqiang then glanced sideways at Lin Dawei, who was standing behind Wang Yan, and looked him up and down.

"Wang Yan, you're really shameless, hiring a poor driver who drives a beat-up light truck to back you up? Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, you'd better get out of here!"

Wang Yan was so angry that she was trembling all over, and she pointed at Zhao Daqiang and Zhu Zhu's noses, about to start cursing.

Lin Dawei immediately raised his hand and pulled Wang Yan back, blocking her in front of him.

He didn't even look at Zhao Daqiang directly, his gaze lingering only on Zhu Zhu's exquisitely made-up face for half a second.

"Mr. Zhao, you look quite well dressed today."

Lin Dawei dusted off non-existent dust from his cuffs.

"I just don't know if you'll still have enough money to pay the dry cleaning fee when you come out of this gate later."

"Who the hell do you think you are!"

Zhao Daqiang's expression changed, and he was about to lash out when the bailiffs opened the door on the steps.

The atmosphere inside the courtroom was cold and hard.

The judge struck the gavel.

The mediation process was skipped by both parties, who went straight to the main topics of property division and debt determination.

Zhao Daqiang's lawyer, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, was the first to launch an attack.

"Your Honor, my clients, Mr. Zhao Daqiang and Ms. Wang Yan, have indeed experienced a breakdown in their marital relationship in recent years. Regarding the division of property at Shunda Freight Station, we have provided detailed accounts for the past three months."

The lawyer pulled a thick stack of documents from his briefcase and pushed it out.

"Shunda is currently operating at a severe loss and also has some external debt. If Ms. Wang Yan insists on taking a share of the profits, then she must also assume half of the freight station's debts!"

Zhao Daqiang leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

He felt he had Wang Yan completely under his control. As long as he could intimidate the woman with this debt, Shunda would be his alone.

In the audience, Lin Dawei sat firmly with his arms crossed.

Wang Yan's lawyer was a bald man in his forties. He slowly stood up.

"Your Honor, we have serious doubts about the authenticity of the defendant's financial records."

The bald lawyer simply took out a USB drive and handed it to the bailiff.

"We have clear evidence that Mr. Zhao Daqiang engaged in the egregious act of maliciously transferring marital property during the marriage."

"He even used that money to buy his mistress a large apartment worth over a million!"

The projection screen in the courtroom lit up.

The screenshot of Zhao Daqiang transferring 500,000 yuan to Zhu Zhu is clearly shown.

Immediately afterwards, the three-minute recording was played in court.

In the recording, Zhao Daqiang's arrogant voice, reeking of alcohol, echoed as he boasted about how he bought a house for his mistress outright and how he protected Wang Yan, this "stupid woman."

Sitting in the plaintiff's seat, Wang Yan's eyes turned completely red as she listened to that familiar, shameless voice.

The judge's brows furrowed deeply as he immediately looked toward the defendant's dock.

However, Zhao Daqiang was not flustered at all.

His fat twitched twice, and he actually laughed out loud with smug satisfaction.

"Evidence? What bullshit evidence!"

Zhao Daqiang's lawyer adjusted his glasses and stood up again.

"Please carefully examine the small print at the very bottom of the transfer record, Your Honor!"

The screenshot on the projection screen was magnified.

The gray transfer note clearly read: Infant care expenses.

"This 500,000 yuan is definitely not enough to buy a house!"

Zhao Daqiang suddenly stood up and pointed at Wang Yan across from him.

"That was because Ms. Zhu Zhu was pregnant and urgently needed money to go back to her hometown for her pregnancy. I lent it to her out of personal sympathy! Although there was no IOU, the note in the transfer record is enough to prove that this was a simple private loan!"

Even if they divorce, this debt is still a joint debt of the couple.

"Besides, Zhu Zhu hasn't even had a child yet, she absolutely has to pay me back this money!"