I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 242 - 241: I can mess around outside, but you can’t mess around at home

Fanghuali Neighborhood, underground parking garage.

Zeng Xianyong parked his newly purchased, second-hand Ferrari Field and immediately carried a cardboard box towards the elevator.

He had completed the divorce procedures yesterday, and the transfer of the car and house was also finalized, so he was forced to exchange his Q5 for a second-hand Civic.

Zeng Xianyong felt ashamed just thinking about it; people always strive for better, with cars getting increasingly upscale, yet here he was, downgrading from an Audi to a Honda.

Even sadder was the fact that he still had to take out a loan for this second-hand Civic.

"Lin Yuchang, that sly vixen, is truly ruthless. She only left me 20,000 yuan. 15,000 went to the down payment, and now all I have is 5,000 in my pocket! It’s not even enough to rent a decent place!"

Muttering curses, Zeng Xianyong pressed the button to ascend in the elevator.

Today he was here to move out, as Lin Yuchang had given him only one day to clear out.

She even said that if he didn’t finish moving out within a day, she would throw everything away.

Thinking about this made Zeng Xianyong even angrier. Were all these extreme measures necessary after being a married couple?

The elevator made a "ding" sound upon arrival, and Zeng Xianyong moved his burly legs into the elevator, then stretched out his hand to press the button for the 12th floor.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, just before they shut completely, a voice suddenly came from outside.

"Wait up!"

Zeng Xianyong didn’t want to wait, and impatiently pressed the close button twice. But it seemed the person outside had already pressed the "up" button, so the elevator doors opened again.

Bad luck!

Zeng Xianyong cursed internally, but as the person outside walked in, his right eyelid suddenly twitched.

Shen Yuan? Why is it him again?

Last time, after entertaining guests, Zeng Xianyong had a chance encounter with Shen Yuan at the parking garage entrance.

Because Zeng Xianyong had not seen a Benz G-Class in the neighborhood before, Shen Yuan driving a rugged, silver Benz G-Class left a deep impression on him.

Plus, with Shen Yuan snatching away Nana from their shop, Zeng Xianyong wouldn’t forget that face even if he’d had plastic surgery.

But why was he here again? Did he buy an apartment here?

That can’t be right... Someone who can afford to pay cash for a Defender and owns a Benz G-Class wouldn’t settle for an apartment here.

Zeng Xianyong slowly noticed something was amiss because the other person didn’t seem to have any intention of pressing the button for a floor after the elevator doors closed again.

Also going to the 12th floor? Couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it?

Suddenly, he had an ominous premonition and raised his hand as if to press a floor number and tested the water by asking, "Buddy, which floor are you heading to?"

Old Zeng was quite polite... Shen Yuan hadn’t expected to run into him in the elevator, but since he was asked nicely, he could only respond with a smile, "No need, buddy, I’m going to the same floor as you."

The same floor?

Zeng Xianyong felt his premonition grow stronger, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly. He couldn’t resist asking again, "Which unit did you buy, buddy? I don’t think I’ve seen you before."

Not seen before... Shen Yuan thought to himself that Old Zeng was quite amusing. In fact, they had encountered each other a long time ago. The first time he dined with Chen Na at IFC Mall, Zeng Xianyong and Xie Haijie had a fight in the restaurant.

Shen Yuan had a clear memory of that event because Zeng Xianyong’s sleeve was torn by Xie Haijie, making him look like a chubby monk in a cassock.

Moreover, because he often visited Mrs. Lin, he had seen the wedding photos displayed in their room, so Shen Yuan could say he was very familiar with Old Zeng.

However, Shen Yuan could also tell that Old Zeng had recognized him and was just probing.

Playing along with the act, Shen Yuan pretended it was their first meeting and said like a good neighbor, "I didn’t buy here, I’m visiting a friend."

Visiting a friend?

Zeng Xianyong frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy. No way... It couldn’t be that he was here to see Lin Yuchang, could it?

If he really was here to see Lin Yuchang, that would mean the two of them... That would mean they got involved before the divorce!

All the pieces fit together in his mind.

That day, Lin Yuchang’s scream on the phone wasn’t really because of a cockroach; it was just that he happened to catch one that day!

And that day at the St. Regis Hotel, when he entertained clients and saw a familiar silhouette, it was actually Lin Yuchang!

Plus, one night when he came home from entertaining, he crossed paths with Shen Yuan while driving... And that bowl of pork kidney Eucommia soup, it wasn’t made for him at all!

And once, Lin Yuchang even locked the door from the inside... Could it be that she was with Shen Yuan... that they were right under his nose?

!!!!!

Zeng Xianyong’s nostrils flared with rage, his breathing became rough, and he couldn’t believe it. That sly vixen, Lin Yuchang, was actually cheating on him with another man!

Old Zeng himself was a hypocrite; despite flaunting his affairs, now that he was seventy or eighty percent sure that Lin Yuchang had an affair, he immediately couldn’t take it.

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I can fool around outside, so how can you mess around at home?

Divorce, leaving without a single possession, losing the house and car... none of these blows could knock Zeng Xianyong down.

But the moment he realized it was quite likely he was wearing a green hat, Zeng Xianyong felt an immense shame.

Zeng Xianyong couldn’t believe it, clinging to a sliver of hope, thinking maybe Shen Yuan wasn’t going to 1202 but rather 1201, or 1203, or perhaps 1204?

With a "ding," they arrived at the 10th floor, and the elevator door slid open. Zeng Xianyong, being closer to the door, stepped out first.

Zeng Xianyong, feeling anxious, approached the door of 1202. Glancing at Shen Yuan from the corner of his eye, he noticed that Shen Yuan was following...

"Eh? Buddy, you’re also going to 1202?"

Serving as someone clearly oblivious, Shen Yuan skillfully pressed the doorbell twice.

Zeng Xianyong widened his incredulous eyes and exclaimed while raising his finger, "You, you, you..."

"Buddy, why are you stammering?"

Shen Yuan smiled and said, "Take your time, no need to rush. Spit it out."

Just then, the door was pushed open from the inside, and Lin Yuchang, wearing a pale aqua apron and still holding a spatula, walked out.

Her hair was put up today, revealing her slender neck. Her delicate features were gently made up, and perhaps because the kitchen was too hot, a fine layer of sweat beaded on her fair, smooth forehead.

Lin Yuchang gave Zeng Xianyong a quick glance and then warmly turned to Shen Yuan, "You’re here, come in quickly."

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Zeng Xianyong couldn’t hold back any longer and asked accusingly, "Lin Yuchang, what do you mean? You just got divorced yesterday, and today you’re bringing a man to the house?"

"No, you and this scoundrel must have been screwing around behind my back before!"

Lin Yuchang seemed to be prepared for this, calmly taking Shen Yuan’s arm, "You shouldn’t be spewing accusations; we are just ordinary friends."

The more Lin Yuchang denied it, the more convinced Zeng Xianyong became. They were sticking to each other and still claimed to be just ordinary friends?

"Ordinary friends?"

"You call this being ordinary friends?"

Zeng Xianyong, pointing at their close proximity, nearly burst with rage, "How can you do this to me!"

"As I said, we’re just ordinary friends."

Though Lin Yuchang claimed they were just ordinary friends, her grip on Shen Yuan’s arm tightened, and even Shen Yuan could feel her ample curves pressing against him.

Damn, when a woman gets ruthless, she’s really ruthless. To have me come over today to celebrate and deliberately ask Zeng Xianyong to come move his stuff, isn’t it obvious she wants to provoke Old Zeng?

Taking all the assets wasn’t enough, she wants to destroy his heart!

Shen Yuan couldn’t help but think of himself, suddenly feeling an alarm—what if Teacher Lih or Lih Meng found out about his affairs outside, would he one day end up losing his head?

"Still ordinary friends?!"

Zeng Xianyong, with veins bulging with fury, pressed on, "Tell me, how long have you two been sneaking around behind my back!"

"What’s it to you? You need to understand, we’re divorced now."

The angrier Zeng Xianyong grew, the more Lin Yuchang enjoyed it. Knowing that arguing would make her seem weak, she replied with airy dismissiveness, "Besides, you have no evidence, and even if you did, what could you possibly do about it?"

"You... you... you..."

Zeng Xianyong raised his finger, too enraged to form words. Now he fully understood; this couple had deliberately appeared before him at this moment with the express purpose of enraging him.

"Stop stuttering, just pack your things and leave. I don’t want to see you anymore."

Lin Yuchang spoke impatiently, "You have half an hour, don’t disturb our mealtime."

Having said this, Lin Yuchang entered the house with Shen Yuan, leaving Zeng Xianyong standing dumbfounded at the door, watching the back of the depraved couple, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

What was the use of arguing now? He had been firmly cuckolded, and the angrier he became, the happier this adulterous pair seemed to be!

At this moment, Zeng Xianyong suddenly felt the world was so bleak. Why had society become so corrupt?

Why was it always him who was unlucky?

Lin Yuchang had experienced this same sense of helplessness two months ago, but after meeting Shen Yuan, the wheels of fate had started to turn.

Shen Yuan followed Lin Yuchang into the kitchen, his voice tinged with amusement, "You really have some nerve, having me come over today was intentional, wasn’t it?"

Lin Yuchang blushed, "I’m sorry."

Shen Yuan wasn’t bothered, his tone teasing, "So it’s just about using me, no other intentions?"

Lin Yuchang, her head bowed, turned over the braised pork in the pot and said shyly, "There is... I’ve missed you too."

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow, "How much did you miss me?"

Lin Yuchang grew even more embarrassed, "A lot..."

Shen Yuan looked at her playfully, "Which part of me did you miss?"

Lin Yuchang, her head buried even lower, her cheeks turning the color of a ripe, drool-worthy red apple, eliciting a craving in Shen Yuan to take a bite.

Zeng Xianyong entered his room, silently packing his luggage, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the kitchen. Seeing the couple interact like lovers wrenched his heart.

Once upon a time, these were moments that only he was privileged to have!

Zeng Xianyong now felt not only anger and heartache but also a tinge of regret.

If, if he hadn’t fooled around, would Lin Yuchang have...?

The house and the car would still be his, the family could have lived happily together, and Lin Yuchang could have interacted with him just like this.

Alas, there are no ifs...

Lin Yuchang gave him half an hour to pack, but he finished in just twenty minutes. Without going into the kitchen to say goodbye, he carried the suitcase out to the door by himself.

After stepping outside, he couldn’t help but look back. His hard-earned house, was he really just going to hand it over?

The thought of his wife in the house he bought with another man made Zeng Xianyong’s heart ache severely.

He carried the suitcase silently downstairs, passing by the silver Benz G-Class, he felt a strong urge to kick it twice.

But considering it for a moment, he restrained himself... he ran a 4S store, and he was well aware of the repair costs for a G-Class.

If he caused a dent or damage to the paint, the repair costs could easily exceed 5000, and anything over that amount would be grounds for a police case. Zeng Xianyong didn’t want to get into trouble with the police at such a time—it would just be adding insult to injury.

However... kicking the tires should be fine, right?

Harboring a stroke of luck, Zeng Xianyong stepped forward and kicked the tires twice, but the tires were unyielding. The blowback was like a boomerang to his toes, and Zeng Xianyong winced in pain.

Damn! They’re so hard!

His exclamation matched those of his ex-wife’s, Lin Yuchang often saying "It’s so hard..." but in a very different tone.

Zeng Xianyong placed the suitcase in the trunk and drove his Civic away from this place of sorrow, heading to a greasy spoon he hadn’t been to in ages.

"Boss, bring me half a dozen beers, and just whip up a couple of dishes to go with them," he called out, then chose an empty seat to settle down, resolved to drown his sorrows in alcohol.