Accepting My Massive Inheritance After Divorce

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Fu Hang’s dark eyes were as cold as ever.
He glanced at the men and said coldly, “It has indeed been a long time.
Last week, Young Master Han begged me to give you the project.
I heard that Young Master Han has yet to get his hands on it.”

Han Cheng and Fu Hang had been at loggerheads for a long time.
The Han family’s status was second only to the Fu family, and Han Cheng himself was very capable.
However, in front of Fu Hang, he was always suppressed, and he had even been cheated out of tens of billions by Fu Hang.

Because of this incident, Han Cheng’s father made Han Cheng kneel in the ancestral hall for seven days and seven nights.
Han Cheng’s legs started to hurt every rainy day.

Many businesses in the Han family overlapped with the Fu family.
Han Cheng couldn’t win against Fu Hang, so he could only ask his father to come out and help him.
Even so, he could take what was left after Fu Hang.

Because of these things, Han Cheng really hated Fu Hang.
He wanted to directly hit Fu Hang like a sandbag dozens of times.

Initially, Han Cheng thought that he would never be able to make a name for himself in this life.
Who would have thought that Fu Hang would be kicked out of his family one day? Now, he became tense instantly.

Han Cheng’s gaze fell on Shen Yan’s face.
The incident between Shen Yan and Fu Hang had been going on for a long time.
He had grown up following the gossip between the two of them, “Miss Shen, you really can’t forget Fu Hang.
Even though he has hurt you so much, you’re still together with him.
Aren’t you afraid that he’ll just use you as a stepping stone and kick you out later?”

Although Han Cheng’s words were a reminder to Shen Yan, he was also indirectly mocking Shen Yan for being unable to change her ways.
He also ridiculed Fu Hang as a sinister person.

Shen Yan raised her eyebrows, she smiled lightly, and said, “A good-looking person is pleasing to the eye.
If I have to look at young master Han’s moon face every day, tsk, I’m afraid that I’ll vomit every day.
If I were to get anorexia, that would be bad.”

Han Cheng’s expression suddenly changed.
He looked at Shen Yan with a gloomy gaze.
His hands could not help but clench tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged ferociously.