You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

They made an appointment to meet at the cafe outside Xiyuyue Court.

On a weekday afternoon, there were not many people in the cafe.

In the booth by the window, Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu sat on the same side as Su Tingran.

Song Yue pushed the door open and entered.

Looking around for a few times, I soon saw Su Tingran, his expression froze and surprised for a moment.

He had never seen the two women beside Su Tingran.

Guess it is probably Su Tingran's friend.

The surprised expression on Song Yue's face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth raised a little unconsciously.

In Song Yue's eyes, Su Tingran has always been gentle and dignified, rarely gets angry, and rarely has disputes with others.

Today, it is self-evident to bring two friends to discuss the divorce agreement.

Sure enough, I still can't let him go.

Call two helpers together to persuade him to change his mind.

Song Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the one hand, he was proud that he knew Su Tingran too well.

While sighing, it's a pity.

No matter how hard Su Tingran tried to redeem him, he had made up his mind.

The decision to divorce will not be shaken.

"Tingran." Song Yue sank into his thoughts and called out in Su Tingran's direction.

Hearing the man's familiar voice, Su Tingran looked up.

It suddenly dawned on me.

Listen to Ran...

He hadn't called her that in a long time.

After marriage, he kept calling her "wife".

The man's changed address was conveyed to her invisibly, and they could never go back to the past.

Su Tingran took a shallow breath, and calmly raised his chin in response.

Sheng Mumu looked along the sound.

Behind Song Yue, there was a petite woman.

Half of the woman's body was hidden behind the man, her expression was faintly timid and mixed with the joy of "victory".

She should be He Qing.

Unexpectedly, the scumbag would bring Xiaosan here.

It's justifiably scumbag, blatant, and disgusting.

Sheng Mumu's heart was burning with anger, but she didn't say anything, but squeezed the file bag tightly.

Song Yue and He Qing sat down opposite each other.

The air became solidified, and undercurrents surged.

Both parties seemed to be waiting for the other to speak first, so that the ensuing process of negotiating the divorce settlement seemed less awkward.

But no one expected that it was her who spoke first.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to destroy your family. I..."

He Qing's eyes dodged, and she tremblingly looked at Su Tingran when she spoke.

Before he finished a sentence, tears welled up in his eyes, he lowered his head, and squeezed his hands together.

Seeing this, Song Yue felt distressed, reached out to hold He Qing's hand, and shook it comfortingly.

Encouraged, He Qing bit her lip and looked at Su Tingran again, pitifully.

"Sister, I really love him, I love him deeply, can you... can you help us?"

"Knock knock" two muffled sounds came suddenly.

Qin Jiamu tapped the wooden table twice with his knuckles and glanced at He Qing.

"Is there a place for you to talk here?"

The voice fell like a thunderbolt, He Qing stopped her voice in an instant, and hid in Song Yue's arms.

Song Yue looked at the speaker, his eyebrows twitched.

He thought that the helper Su Tingran invited was probably similar in temperament to Su Tingran, gentle and docile.

Unexpectedly, the tone of his mouth was not friendly.

He glanced at another woman sitting by the window.

Although the woman has not spoken, her eyes exude a calm luster, which is extremely sharp.

Song Yue vaguely felt that this woman was even more difficult to deal with than the one who spoke just now.

Thinking of this, he frowned.

When Su Tingran met such two friends, why didn't he know.

Song Yue slowly looked away, looked at Su Tingran, and asked, "Who are these two?"

"They are my good friends, come with me." Su Tingran's tone was very light, unable to distinguish emotions.

"Song Yue, let's get straight to the point." Su Tingran glanced over He Qing's face, and said to Song Yue, "Don't talk about other things, it's a waste of time,"

The implication is that he is not interested in hearing He Qing's story of how much they love each other.

He Qing froze for a moment, quietly clenched her palms tightly, and stopped talking.

It's okay, if you don't want to listen to her talk, she just doesn't talk.

As long as the person opposite is willing to sign the divorce quickly.

Deciding to follow today, she had already expected to be wronged verbally.

It doesn't matter how wronged she is, as long as the man around her is willing to leave his wife for her, that's what she wants to achieve.

"This is the property division agreement I asked the lawyer to draw up, take a look—"

Song Yue took out two agreements from his business bag, put them on the table, and pushed them over.

"—If there is no problem, you can sign now."

Su Tingran looked down at the agreement, but didn't reach for it.

Turning around, he also took out a stack of documents from his bag and handed them to Song Yue.

"This one was drawn up by me, you can take a look too."

Song Yue paused, narrowing his eyes, "Are you still drawing up an agreement?"

He couldn't believe that this was what Su Tingran did.

In the past, no matter what he said, she had no opinion.

how come……

Suddenly, an uncontrollable sense of loss surged up in my heart.

He couldn't stop feeling swollen when he thought that Su Tingran was not trying to figure out a way to get him back during the week that he hadn't contacted him, but was looking for a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.

Is this still his familiar wife?

He felt so strange.

Song Yue suppressed the shock and loss, maintained the dignity of an adult, and said softly:

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Song Yue opened the agreement with a cold expression.

He Qing turned her head to the man and pressed her lips tightly.

Sheng Mumu noticed that the end of He Qing's gaze was not the man she said "deeply in love with", but the agreement in the man's hand.

After only browsing a few lines, Song Yue raised his eyebrows and stopped scrolling down.

The face that was still pretending to be decent just now was full of disbelief.

"80.00%? You want to share [-]% of my net worth?"

After saying that, He Qing's body froze slightly, as if hearing some bad news, her eyes fixed on the agreement, trying to read it carefully.

Facing Song Yue's question with a heavier tone, Su Tingran looked calm.

Nodding his head, said:

"Yes, I left 20.00% for you."

In recent years, Su Tingran can't say much about how much Song Yue's company has earned and what scale it has achieved, but it can be estimated.

Even if 80.00% of him is taken away, the remaining 20.00% is still not a small amount.

"Are you kidding me, Su Tingran?"

Song Yue laughed angrily at Su Tingran's words, and threw the agreement on the table.

"Why do you think I will give you 80.00% of the property?"

Su Tingran Wenyan's eyes darkened slightly, and he calmly repeated a man's words, "Why?"

Song Yue's mood was obviously more excited than before, and he slapped the table with his hand, making a muffled sound.

Before Su Tingran could speak, he said again:

"You have stayed at home since you got married, and you have never been involved in the company's affairs. Yu Gong, you are not qualified to ask for 80.00%."

"Yu private—"

Song Yue paused, the next words were a bit hurtful, but he still decided to say:

"You didn't give birth to a son and a half for the Song family. If you had, it would be reasonable to share more property, but don't you think it's too much now?"

He suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment and shook his head.

"Or, you don't want a divorce at all, so you draw up this agreement that I will never agree to, and you want to force me to turn back?"

After saying these words, Song Yue fixedly looked at Su Tingran, trying to find clues about her guilty conscience after being hit by him.

However, Su Tingran didn't look at him at all, but took a sip of coffee lightly, there was no anger in his eyes, only disappointment.

Song Yue felt that Su Tingran was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

Just when he was about to say something, he heard the woman sitting by the window speak.

The voice was unhurried, wrapped in sarcasm and contempt:

"You scumbag, I know you're excited, but don't get excited yet."