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

Song Yue's face was full of astonishment, his lips twitched, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

His complexion slowly sank like ashes.

Song Yue now finally understood why Su Tingran was so calm and composed from the beginning to the end.

Because she held the key evidence of his cheating in marriage and secretly transferring property.

This is equivalent to pinching his lifeblood.

"Song Yue, it's a decent way to sign the agreement." Su Tingran looked over with a calm tone, "If you don't want to divide the property according to this agreement, you know that there are also dishonorable ways..."

After the words fell, Song Yue's body froze, his pupils tightened suddenly, and he clenched his fist silently.

As expected of a couple for many years, Su Tingran knew him too well.

I know that he cares most about face and image.

It is absolutely intolerable to make trouble to the point of tearing the face apart.

If he chooses not to sign and file a divorce lawsuit, he may be able to win more property.

But he still has to be a man in front of his parents, elders, relatives and friends.

Moreover, once a lawsuit is filed and the assets are checked, the funds in the account may not be available at any time, which will affect the operation of the company.

After a while, Song Yue's clenched fist finally loosened.

Two words were squeezed out from the cracks of his lips:

"I sign."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Jiamu took out a pen from his bag and threw it over.

Turn on the phone again and press shoot.

Qin Jiamu and Sheng Mumu once consulted a lawyer who specializes in divorce lawsuits.

Although Song Yue, a scumbag, belongs to the wrong party in the marriage, it is still difficult for Ting Ran to get [-]% of the property.

We can only use some small tricks to get the scumbag to sign the agreement voluntarily.

Only in this way can Ting Ran's interests be maximized.

In order to prevent future troubles, Qin Jiamu took a picture of Song Yue voluntarily signing the agreement.

He Qing looked at him dumbfounded.

Before coming here, He Qing was still imagining the life of a wealthy wife after becoming Mrs. Song.

Unexpectedly, before becoming Mrs. Song, the wealthy Song family has shrunk a lot.

She watched Song Yue sign the agreement from the corner of her eye.

Swipe to the numbers above.

The hanging heart let go a little.

Fortunately, Song Yue was richer than she imagined, even if it was only 20.00%, it was still a huge sum.

Besides, Song Yue still has a company and the ability to make money.

As long as you hold Song Yue's heart, you hold the ticket to the upper class.

After Song Yue finished signing, Su Tingran quickly signed his name.

After closing the pen cap, Su Tingran stood up and said to Song Yue:

"Let's go, now go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and go through the divorce registration procedures."

The divorce agreement has legal effect only after the divorce registration procedure is completed.

She didn't want to procrastinate any longer, she just wanted to make a clean break with Song Yue earlier.

The group left the cafe and drove to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

In less than half an hour, the formalities will be completed.

Walking out of the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Song Yue's mood was much calmer than before.

At this moment, he didn't need to worry about his husband's status anymore, he took He Qing's hand and looked at her.

As usual, He Qing raised her head and gave him a sweet smile.

There was a slight warmth in Song Yue's heart, wafting through the haze in his heart.

He comforted himself in his heart, hoping that this decision was correct.

He has only her now.

On the other side, Su Tingran stopped in front of the steps and let out a long sigh of relief.

He raised his head slightly and looked into the distance.

It had rained in the morning and the weather was unbearably humid.

Right now, the sun is peeking through the clouds.

The sun shone down, and the stuffy heat in the air gradually dissipated.

very nice.

She closed her eyes, curled the corners of her lips, and smiled in relief.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear and bright.

These pupils were once washed by tears, but now they are full of vitality again.

"Thank you, listen Ran."

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded, Su Tingran opened his eyes and looked over.

Song Yue didn't know when he led He Qing to her.

"Thank you for helping us, Ting Ran." Song Yue held He Qing's hand tightly, as if saying thank you, more like proving something.

Su Tingran was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Heh, it really was Song Yue she knew.

Even at this time, you still have to pretend to be free and easy.

Little did he know that his stiff posture and unnatural tone of voice had already betrayed him.

Dividing most of the property away, his heart is bleeding.

But he still has to remember that face, that so-called man's dignity, and talk about it against his will.

Su Tingran had given up on this man, he was too lazy to expose it, and did not respond.

"It's not too late to thank you later—"

Sheng Mumu's relaxed and casual voice came, and he replied for Su Tingran.

Song Yue and He Qing turned their heads to look at the same time.

A look of confusion appeared on his face.

They didn't understand what Sheng Mumu meant.

I saw that Sheng Mumu handed a document bag in front of them and said to Song Yue:

"Let's see, no thanks."

After speaking, he took Su Tingran's arm and walked towards the car without looking back.

The luxury car drove away without a trace of nostalgia.

Su Tingran didn't look back at Song Yue again.

On the way back to Xiyu Yueting, Sheng Mumu drove.

The windows were lowered, and the cool wind after the rain filled the car.

Su heard Ran belatedly asked, "Mumu, what did you give him just now? Are there any other documents?"

Sheng Mumu frowned, and replied with a smile: "A big gift bag for the scumbag Xiaosan."

Su Tingran blinked in doubt.

Qin Jiamu explained Su Tingran's confusion: "This morning, Mumu found a new piece of information, but I haven't had time to tell you. I didn't show it just now, because I was worried that the scumbag would not want to sign for divorce after seeing it."

"I didn't find out." Sheng Mumu corrected, "I asked Dong Tezhu to help find out. How could I find out such a secret inside story."

secret?inside story?

Afraid that Song Yue would be unwilling to sign after seeing it?

what exactly is it.

Su Tingran became more and more curious.

……

The gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Song Yue's face turned pale with anger, and his hands couldn't help shaking.

Even the photos and documents in his hands trembled.

About a dozen photos.

Each picture shows He Qing's intimacy with a young man.

Those who enter and leave the hotel, those who go shopping arm in arm, those who kiss in the car...

Song Yue's eyes were straightened, his whole body was numb, and he suppressed his anger to open the document.

On the top was the pregnancy test report of He Qing who was three weeks pregnant.

And the surveillance screenshots of He Qing and the young man entering and leaving the hospital.

Any fool knows what that means.

His lips were pursed tightly, the blood was rushing in his body, and the veins on his neck burst out from anger.

"Honey, listen to my explanation, it's not what you think!" He Qing panicked and hugged the man's arm, "Honey! The photo is fake, they framed me in order to destroy our relationship!"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Song Yue threw her away abruptly.

"You raise a little boy behind my back, and you still want to hide it from me, and let me raise the two of you alone?"

"Oh no, three, and one more in my stomach."

He Qing was pushed to the ground with great force, subconsciously clutching her lower abdomen.

Suddenly realizing that Song Yue was seeing his actions, he quickly moved his hand away.

She didn't want to give up her dream of being a wealthy family, so she could only continue to lie:

"The person in the honey photo is my ex-boyfriend. I have no contact with him now. I am not pregnant. You misunderstood me honey..."

"Hah your mother, get out!" Song Yue blushed, with a green light on his head, and slapped him.

No longer caring about the so-called decency, the so-called upbringing.

……

the other side.

The luxury car drove steadily on the road around the lake.

The cool wind in late autumn slowly drifted out the conversations of the people inside the car.

"What? Is that woman looking for him as a receiver?"

"Yes."

"Then isn't he an idiot?"

"Not stupid."

"Ok?"

"We generally call such people pure idiots."

"Ha ha ha ha--"