Just got divorced and immediately got seduced by the stunning senior sister
Chapter 437: Zhao Shiren’s Trump Card?

Chapter 437: Chapter 437: Zhao Shiren’s Trump Card?

After knocking Lin Muyang unconscious, Chen Wei did not want to kill someone in front of Zhao Xinlian.

This person’s life or death held no significance to him, merely an insignificant character.

"Come down now, it’s safe," Chen Wei turned around, his gaze falling on Zhao Xinlian who was still sitting in the driver’s seat, looking unnerved.

Once she confirmed there were no dangers around, Zhao Xinlian opened the car door and stepped down.

"Are you sure it’s safe now?" Zhao Xinlian was still somewhat worried.

"At least for now, it’s very safe," Chen Wei responded.

At this moment, Zhao Xinlian noticed Lin Muyang lying at Chen Wei’s feet, swallowed hard, and asked with an undisguisable fear, "Is he, is he dead?"

"No, he’s just passed out."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xinlian calmed down considerably. She didn’t want Chen Wei to kill someone for her sake and stain his hands with blood.

If he were to be wanted by law enforcement, Zhao Xinlian truly wouldn’t know what to do; she would feel terribly guilty and live every day in remorse.

"Alright, let’s hurry up and go see the old lady."

With one sentence, Chen Wei pulled Zhao Xinlian back from her personal world. She nodded in agreement and said, "Um! Okay!"

Immediately, the two walked shoulder to shoulder into the villa.

"Go! Get out of here, now!"

However, they had barely entered the lobby when they saw someone hurry down from the second floor.

This person was none other than Zhao Shiren.

He was holding onto the staircase with one hand while waving the other, urging Chen Wei and Zhao Xinlian to leave, his steps quick and disordered, giving the impression he could tumble or fall at any moment.

Teetering on the brink.

Having attempted to take her life several times, Zhao Xinlian no longer wished to call Zhao Shiren "uncle."

This disgusted and repulsed Zhao Xinlian; she had no family members so cold-blooded and ruthless!

"Didn’t you hear what I said? I’m telling you to get out! Don’t show up in front of me! Who let you in!" Zhao Shiren, infuriated, came within two meters of Chen Wei and Zhao Xinlian.

"We can leave, but before that, I want to see grandmother!" Zhao Xinlian stood firm, completely unfazed by the authority Zhao Shiren tried to assert.

"The old lady doesn’t want to see you! Just go!" Seeing that Zhao Xinlian was not heeding his command, Zhao Shiren tried to push her, forcing her to leave.

Slap!

But before his hand could touch Zhao Xinlian, Chen Wei promptly caught his wrist.

A slight use of strength caused Zhao Shiren to show an expression of excruciating pain.

"You brat! Let go of me! Do you know who I am? Do you realize what you’re doing!" Zhao Shiren demanded.

His attitude remained haughty, even though he had just witnessed how Chen Wei had effortlessly subdued his most proud subordinate, but that couldn’t change anything.

"As long as I’m here, you can’t touch her or force her to do anything."

Chen Wei’s words made Zhao Xinlian’s eyes light up. For some reason, when such assertive words came from Chen Wei’s mouth, her heart pounded like a deer bounding wildly.

Hey, hey, hey! Zhao Xinlian, what on earth are you daydreaming about at such a critical time?

Zhao Xinlian’s face climbed with a flush of crimson, feeling like she must be going mad.

"How much did she pay you to risk your life for her? I’ll give you ten... huh?" It was at this moment that Zhao Shiren realized something was off.

Or rather, this was the moment he had the chance to take a good close look at, to see clearly, the face of Chen Wei.

"You, you’re Chen Wei?" Zhao Shiren had not expected Chen Wei to appear here, let alone sort out his most trusted henchman for Zhao Xinlian.

This guy had already divorced Zhao Xinlian, right? Wasn’t he a good-for-nothing, useless son-in-law? Why?

Why did it turn out like this?

Zhao Shiren’s brain was a complete mess at this moment.

"I didn’t expect you to still remember me," Chen Wei said with a bitter smile. "Yes, I’m the Chen Wei you used to mock, telling me to get out, saying I was unworthy of sitting at the same table to eat with you."

"You, you’re supposed to be a loser, right? Why?" Zhao Shiren couldn’t figure it out and asked.

"Who knows?" Chen Wei’s answer was vague.

Zhao Shiren’s gaze shifted towards Zhao Xinlian.

Zhao Xinlian could only shrug helplessly and force a smile, "Who knows?"

"..." Zhao Shiren.

"Anyway, I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done before, or how much money she gave you, I’ll give you ten times that amount. Work for me!" Zhao Shiren put forth his chips; money was the least of his concerns.

If he could just buy Chen Wei off and get rid of Zhao Xinlian, then there was a chance for things to turn around.

"Can I beat this guy up?" Chen Wei asked Zhao Xinlian.

"Of course, why not?" Zhao Xinlian readily agreed.

If it were before, she might have had some reservations.

But now, facing an uncle who completely disregarded family affection and was solely fixated on driving her to her death, Zhao Xinlian felt there was no need to keep a saintly facade and to consider Zhao Shiren anymore.

"Wait! What are you doing!" Seeing Chen Wei raise his arm, Zhao Shiren panicked, utterly panicked.

Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Chen Wei began furiously slapping Zhao Shiren’s cheeks, his hands moving so fast that even Zhao Xinlian standing beside them couldn’t see clearly. It was as if Chen Wei possessed the mythical three heads and six arms, creating afterimages.

Yet, this sight was incredibly satisfying for Zhao Xinlian.

Zhao Shiren deserved it!

"Stop, stop hitting me, I’m going to die," Zhao Shiren begged weakly.

"Let’s go, don’t bother with him. Let’s hurry up and see Grandma," Zhao Xinlian didn’t want to waste any more time on such a person.

"Okay..." Chen Wei was about to let go when, in the next second, he felt something hard pressed against his abdomen.

Zhao Xinlian noticed something was off about Chen Wei’s expression and quickly looked down.

A gun!

Her eyes widened in shock; she hadn’t expected Zhao Shiren to have a gun hidden away, now pressing the muzzle against Chen Wei’s chest. "Kid, if you don’t want to die, then do as I say! Got it?" Zhao Shiren yelled, clearly emboldened by the gun.

"A lousy gun, and you’re proud of that?" Chen Wei said with a disbelieving smile.

"A lousy gun?" Zhao Shiren looked at Chen Wei as if he was an idiot, wondering if the man had been scared stupid and was now talking nonsense.

"This is a real piece; don’t think I’d fool you with a fake. I, Zhao Shiren, never fool anyone!"

"Never fool anyone, then why make fake accounts to deceive others?" Chen Wei retorted.

That single sentence hit Zhao Shiren hard, making his face turn red with embarrassment, unable to regain his composure.

"You little brat, it seems you’re really courting death! I spared you thinking you’re quite a fighter, and I had a bit of hope for you, but now it seems there’s no need to keep you alive!"