C3 Divorce?

"Was it your design to harm my father?" Chen Feng bellowed, outraged by the depths to which the Chen family would sink. To coerce him into returning, they had stooped to using Xia Weiguo's life as leverage.

"Young Master, those are your words, not mine," Chen Zhong replied with a slight smile.

"Damn it!"

Chen Feng's fist collided with the wall in a fit of rage. Despite his burning desire to lash out at Chen Zhong, he was acutely aware that Chen Zhong was the only one who could save Xia Weiguo. Without Chen Zhong's help, even with five million in hand, the hospital wouldn't lift a finger to save Xia Weiguo.

And he didn't have five million to begin with.

It was a blatant scheme, a transparent plot, yet Chen Feng found himself with no choice but to play along.

The Chen family had resorted to ruthless tactics for his sake. He could come to terms with that, but he would never stand for any harm to come to Xia Mengyao and her family.

"Young Master, please make a decision quickly. Mr. Xia doesn't have much time left," Chen Zhong urged, his aged face betraying a serene smile. He had always understood Chen Feng, whose Achilles' heel was glaringly apparent—Xia Mengyao. Any threat to her would drive Chen Feng to the brink of madness.

If Chen Feng did nothing as Xia Weiguo perished, it would spell the end of his relationship with Xia Mengyao.

Chen Zhong was confident that Chen Feng wouldn't make such a foolish mistake.

With a wry smile, Chen Feng acknowledged the harsh truth: Chen Zhong had bet correctly. Even without Xia Mengyao's influence, he couldn't stand by and watch Xia Weiguo die—the man who had once saved his own life.

"Save him!" The icy resolve in Chen Feng's voice was chilling as he made his decision. "If anything happens to my dad this time, I'll bring down the Chen family!"

"Young Master, from the moment of your birth, you've carried the noble blood of the Chen family. You've now made the wisest choice. Trust me, the Chen family can offer you much more than a mere ten billion in assets."

Chen Zhong's indifference to Chen Feng's threat was evident, his tone laced with profound arrogance. The Chen family's reputation as the preeminent household in Zhouis wasn't just about wealth; their true influence was beyond the comprehension of ordinary folk.

"Wisdom?" Chen Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with an intense hatred.

Kindness is often exploited, and his repeated concessions had only emboldened the Chen family's greed.

They treated him like a dog, expecting him to come and go at their beck and call!

But they failed to realize that even a cornered dog will bite.

In that moment, Chen Feng resolved that from this day forward, he would not back down. It was a matter of life and death between him and the Chen family!

He was determined to make Chen Zhennan pay for his overconfidence!

"The Chen family, you've pushed me to this!"

Unaware of Chen Feng's inner turmoil, Chen Zhong presented a contract he had prepared earlier, smiling at Chen Feng. "Young Master, this is the welcome gift the Master has prepared for you. Just sign here, and all of the Chen family's enterprises in Efoford will be yours."

Chen Feng gave Chen Zhong a frosty glance. The contract listed the Chen family's diverse holdings—real estate, catering, communications, entertainment, internet... They had stakes in nearly every sector.

A quick tally put their value at tens of billions!

It was the first time Chen Feng truly grasped the extent of the Chen family's wealth as Zhouis's premier family.

The assets of just one small city, Efoford, amounted to billions.

Considering the entirety of Naprax's assets...

They were wealthy beyond the wealth of nations!

The deeper his understanding, the heavier the burden felt on Chen Feng's shoulders.

But with the arrow nocked, there was no turning back. Chen Feng had no retreat.

Despite knowing that Chen Zhennan had set a trap for him, he had to leap into it!

Without further hesitation, Chen Feng signed his name.

"Congratulations, Young Master. From now on, you are the wealthiest man in Efoford," Chen Zhong said, bowing deeply with respect.

"The wealthiest man in Efoford?" Chen Feng scoffed to himself. To the average person, becoming the richest man overnight might be a cause for unbridled joy, but Chen Feng felt otherwise.

If given the choice, he would opt to live an ordinary life with Xia Mengyao rather than become the wealthiest man in the world.

However, the Chen family had no intention of allowing him that chance.

The moment he took over the Chen family's assets in Efoford, his life was at constant risk.

Once Chen Feng had departed, Chen Zhong pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Master, he has agreed," Chen Zhong spoke with reverence.

"Good." The voice on the other end was indifferent, clearly not surprised by the outcome. "Remain in Efoford for now and help him take control of the businesses there as swiftly as possible."

"Yes, Master!"

"Furthermore, I'm dispatching a Wraith to safeguard him discreetly."

A Wraith?!

Chen Zhong's eyes bulged with astonishment. He hadn't anticipated Chen Zhennan would go to the lengths of sending a Wraith to protect Chen Feng.

What could possibly make this illegitimate son so valuable that Chen Zhennan would take such a precaution?

It was well-known that the Wraith represented the Chen family's elite combat force. Chen Zhennan had once invested over 30 billion to acquire an island specifically for the Wraith's training grounds.

He scoured the globe for children with exceptional potential, subjecting them to rigorous, brutal training from a young age. Their trainers were either current martial arts masters or the most formidable assassins.

Every year, thousands entered the Wraith Training Camp, but only one would emerge as a Wraith!

The prowess of a Wraith honed by the Chen family was unimaginable.

In the presence of a Wraith, the so-called Kings of Soldiers and elite assassins were mere punchlines.

The fact that Chen Zhennan had sent a Wraith to protect Chen Feng was beyond Chen Zhong's wildest expectations.

Chen Zhong was acutely aware that not even Chen Zhennan's biological son was entitled to Wraith protection, yet Chen Feng was an exception.

Riddled with uncertainty, Chen Zhong was convinced that Chen Feng harbored a secret of extraordinary significance.

A secret that could very well surpass the value of the Chen family's trillion-dollar fortune by leaps and bounds!

Thanks to Chen Zhong's meticulous planning, Xia Weiguo's surgery was successfully completed without incident.

After confirming that Xia Weiguo was in stable condition, Chen Feng stepped out to pick up two breakfasts, knowing that Lin Lan and Xia Mengyao must be famished after their overnight vigil in the hospital room.

As Chen Feng approached the ward with breakfast in hand, he paused at the door, overhearing Lin Lan's voice from inside.

"Mengyao, once your father is back on his feet, you should divorce Chen Feng."

"Mom, I've told you many times, I'm not going to divorce Chen Feng," Xia Mengyao replied, a hint of weariness in her voice as she slightly furrowed her brows.

"You have to divorce him!" Lin Lan's voice was firm and resolute. "Mengyao, I can compromise on other things, but not this. If you don't divorce Chen Feng this time, then I will no longer consider you my daughter."

Xia Mengyao stared at Lin Lan, stunned. She knew her mother meant business this time. Although Lin Lan had suggested a divorce from Chen Feng several times before, she had always backed down whenever Xia Mengyao shook her head in refusal.

But now, Lin Lan's stance was uncharacteristically adamant.

"Mengyao, I don't want to be cruel and tear you two apart, but you're simply not right for each other. Chen Feng isn't good enough for you," Lin Lan continued.

"I knew it from the day he walked into our home. If your father hadn't assured me with such conviction that Chen Feng would one day be successful, I would never have agreed to your marriage."

"Now, three years have gone by. Tell me, has Chen Feng accomplished anything noteworthy? He's still a delivery man, earning a meager salary of six or seven thousand yuan a month. Do you really want to spend your life with a man like that?"

Standing just outside, Chen Feng listened with a serene expression. Lin Lan's words were hard truths; he hadn't achieved anything significant in the past three years, nor had he brought Xia Mengyao the happiness she deserved.

The decision now lay with Xia Mengyao. Whatever she chose, Chen Feng was prepared to accept it, even if it meant divorce. This time, he was ready to walk away with grace.