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

"What you questioned just now, I will answer you one by one."

Sheng Mumu's face was calm, in stark contrast to the excited man opposite.

She spoke slowly:

"First, Yu Gong, although Ting Ran has not participated in the company's management, she has gradually increased the value of your husband and wife's joint property through investment funds, trusts, and real estate purchases over the years. You don't want to talk about this part at all. ?”

"Also, you said that Ran has been staying at home for so many years..."

"Her contributions over the years cannot be taken lightly by simply saying 'stay at home'. It is she who cleared up the mess in your family, took care of the family in an orderly manner, and allowed you to focus on your career steadily."

Sheng Mumu's tone paused, his eyes suddenly became harsh, and he emphasized his tone:

"—I hope you understand one thing, staying at home and taking care of the family is because she 'willed' in the first place, not because she 'can'."

"Now, she is not willing, so naturally she has to settle this part of the payment."

Song Yue was dumbfounded when he heard this, his throat tightened and he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

But Sheng Mumu wasn't finished yet.

"Okay, we're done talking about 'Yu Gong', let's talk about 'Yu private'."

"This is very simple biological common sense—"

Sheng Mumu laughed lowly, with a laughing tone, without swishing:

"-Elementary school students know that having a child is not something that one person can do. You don't have to stay at home all year round, but you still want to have a child? Let's dream more realistically."

"Besides, if you really have children, what is written in the agreement is not to leave you 20.00%, but to let you leave the house without keeping a cent."

"After all, a father who has no sense of morality and no sense of responsibility will do great harm to his children. He must use huge amounts of money to make up for his childhood shadows, right?"

Sheng Mumu stopped talking.

Not wanting to give Song Yue room to speak, but picking up the file bag in his hand, slowly loosening the thread around the opening, and pulling out a few stacks of papers from inside.

Put it in front of Song Yue.

His fingers passed over several sheets of paper one by one, tapping the paper surface lightly.

"This one is about Ting Ran's expansion of the husband and wife's joint property."

"These two lists are proofs of the income Ting Ran has obtained from buying houses and properties over the years."

"Here is the investment income of the trust fund..."

"Oh, you have to look carefully at this."

She put her fingers on one of the stacks of documents, her eyes darkened, and her tone rose.

"This is the conclusive evidence that you and Ms. He had an affair in marriage, the house opening record, the wechat teaser chat record, the hotel surveillance screenshot—"

"Enough! Stop talking." Song Yue interrupted sharply because his whole body was tense because of his anger.

"Why don't you tell me if you don't want to hear it?" Sheng Mumu thought it was funny, and asked, "Could it be because I've heard too much sweet talk from my little sister, and I feel that my words are very useful and masculine?"

"Don't be funny." Sheng Mumu ignored Song Yue's increasingly gloomy complexion, and continued to laugh, "Speaking loudly because of a guilty conscience will only make it look more unreasonable."

"Sister, it's all my fault if you are angry at me, you can scold me and beat me if you want, I will never say a word—"

Suddenly, He Qing's voice came in.

"—But, your agreement, is it too..."

Sheng Mumu narrowed his eyes, as if impatient to be interrupted.

Seeing this, He Qing's tone immediately weakened, and after trembling finished the second half of the sentence: "...Is it too much?"

Sheng Mumu didn't intend to give her too many eyes.

Facing the cheating scumbag and mistress, there are more mistakes, and of course the scumbag should be criticized more.

But Xiaosan wanted to find a sense of presence by herself, and Sheng Mumu was willing to give her a stage.

She and Qin Jiamu have not been idle during this time.

Accompanying Su Tingran to get out of his knots, while collecting evidence of Song Yue's infidelity.

During the period, I accidentally discovered many surprises.

"By the way, your surname is He, Miss He, right?" Sheng Mumu flipped through the documents on the table and found one.

"We found out that Mr. Song Yue bought you a lot of jewelry and bags through the company's accounts. These belong to the joint property of the husband and wife and are included in the scope of property division."

He Qing was taken aback, and her expression became more and more ugly.

A phone rang.

Song Yue's cell phone on the table turned on.

He glanced at his phone with an unnatural look on his face.

The next second, he picked up his phone and got up, "I'm going out to answer a call."

When Song Yue walked out of the coffee shop, Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu exchanged looks.

They knew why the call came.

The booth was next to the window, and they could see Song Yue talking on the phone outside the door.

His expression changed from being cautious at the beginning, to surprise, and then to panic.

With one hand on his hip, he kept walking, his footsteps revealing his inner anxiety.

Inside the cafe.

When He Qing faced the three of them, she was not as soft and weak as before.

Suddenly changed his attitude.

"Sisters, in fact, there's no need to be so extreme, right? Take a step back and sign the agreement quickly, isn't it easy for everyone?"

He Qing could see from the situation just now that Su Tingran had no intention of bringing Song Yue back.

In this way, their purpose is the same.

One wants to get rid of this man, and the other wants to get in the position.

Signing the divorce agreement is the most important thing.

Qin Jiamu looked at He Qing, smiled brightly, and said in a strange tone:

"Sister, don't be in a hurry. When he comes back after answering the phone, he can sign the contract right away. Let's talk about your business later."

"!!!" A chill came down He Qing's back.

This sounds strange, shouldn't it be...

Before thinking too much, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open.

Song Yue hadn't even walked to the table when the voice came over.

"You investigate me in private!? Freeze the money in my overseas account without my consent?"

Song Yue stared straight at Su Tingran, his voice filled with anger and disbelief.

"That's right—" Su Tingran, who had been silent for a long time, raised his eyes.

In those gentle eyes, there was a calmness and determination that Song Yue had never seen before.

Su Tingran smiled slightly, and said slowly:

"Didn't you quietly transfer the property without my consent?"

"I just did to you what you did, why am I angry?"