After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

"I think you misunderstood." Shang Ji smiled lightly: "It's not your house that I want to move, but that house doesn't belong to you in the first place."

Song Xier frowned: "I have already called the landlord. He signed a one-year contract with my mother, and all the rent was paid. In other words, from the day the contract was signed to the whole year after, we have The right to live there.”

Yang Ming stepped forward to explain: "Miss Xi'er, let's not say that Ms. Su has not officially divorced the second master. Even if they divorce, the house will be their pre-marital property."

"Now that the second master's gallery has been sold, his source of income comes from the company, that is, the merchants."

"Now that the second master has separated from the merchant, everything under his or Ms. Su's name will naturally belong to the merchant."

"My mother has been married to Uncle Shang for so many years, but she didn't ask for anything in the divorce agreement. The money we rent the house for is not enough for you to pay for a meal. Do you want to go back even for this?"

Yang Ming's face was expressionless: "I'm sorry, Miss Xi'er, I'm just doing business."

"It's a good business." Song Xi'er always looked at Shang Ji: "My mother has indeed had no formal job and income for so many years, but in the past few years, my mother has been helping Uncle Shang manage the gallery."

"Although there is no distinction between husband and wife, since we are getting divorced, do we have to take into account my mother's hard work and labor expenses?"

"Okay." Shang Ji nodded: "Yang Ming will arrange for a lawyer to talk to you then."

Shang Ji's attitude is very obvious. Even if the rent money is only a meal for him, their merchants still want it.

It’s clear that he is deliberately making things difficult!

Song Xi'er wanted to laugh, but her heart seemed to have been torn open, and endless cold wind was pouring into it, making her feel cold and painful.

She never thought that she and Shang Ji would reach this point in the end.

Although we can't grow old together, we should have a good time together.

But now, let alone getting together and breaking up, at this moment, looking at the other person's face, she wanted to step forward and slap him hard, and then curse him, "Despicable and shameless."

Seeing the desolation in Song Xier's eyes, Shang Ji frowned and said, "Looking at the past relationship, if you have any difficulties, you can-"

"Previous relationship? What relationship?" Song Xi'er interrupted him: "Lover? Or sex partner?"

Shang Ji's face turned cold.

Song Xi'er continued: "Whether it's a lover or a sex partner, Mr. Shang has already given money to everyone."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and took out a card from her pocket: "Here is all the money that Mr. Shang has transferred to me over the years, a total of [-] million, every cent is here."

Song Xi'er said and handed the card to Shang Ji under Yang Ming's shocked gaze: "These are private gifts from Mr. Shang, which is my personal property and have nothing to do with my mother or Uncle Shang."

"How's it going? Is it enough to cover that year's rent?"

After Song Xi'er finished speaking, she looked at Shang Ji without blinking. Her delicate eyebrows were condensed, and her clear eyes were devoid of any emotion, only alienated.

Shang Ji did not move, and glanced down at the card handed over by Song Xi'er with a heavy expression.

In all the years the two of them had been together, Song Xier had never taken the initiative to ask Shang Ji for money. No matter it was gifts or money, they were all given to her by Shang Ji when he was in a good mood.

Before he knew it, Kari had accumulated so much.

"Oh, yes." Song Xi'er added, "The gifts you gave me are not here now, but don't worry, when my mother is discharged from the hospital tomorrow, I will go back and pack them up and send them to you."

Shang Ji gave Song Xier many gifts, and each one was very expensive. Naturally, Song Xier didn't dare to let Su Mei see them. They were all in her rental house.

Seeing that Shang Ji didn't speak, Song Xi'er frowned: "What? Aren't these enough?"

Shang Ji's face was expressionless: "Want to draw a clear line with me?"

"Aren't you the one who wants to draw a clear line?" Song Xi'er said, "In that case, let's resolve it once and for all."

Without waiting for anyone to speak, he spoke again: "I know Mr. Shang is unhappy and wants to embarrass me. I accept it. I think the money should be enough to calm you down, right?"

"You think I'm short of money?"

"Yes, you are not short of money." Song Xi'er nodded: "But who thinks there is too much money?"

"It is said that businessmen do not do business at a loss. Now I will return all the money you gave me, as well as gifts. If you calculate it this way, Mr. Shang not only has no losses, but also slept with me for so many years in vain, and I am Having a physical body does make you feel good, isn’t it worth being happy about?”

Yang Ming on the side widened his eyes in shock, unable to believe that Song Xier could actually say such a thing.

The temperature in the hot water room seemed to drop to zero in an instant. The air was obviously still filled with the heat from the hot water, but what Yang Ming felt was a bone-chilling chill.

Their eyes met, and no one spoke for a moment.

"Xi'er!" Xiao Jie walked in from the outside. When he saw Shang Ji, he frowned subconsciously. He quickly walked to Song Xi'er and asked with concern: "Is he making things difficult for you again? I told you, I'll let you know about the house." We will handle it, you don’t have to say anything to him.”

Song Xier said nothing, looking at Zhuang Lin who came with Xiao Jie behind Shang Ji.

"Shang Ji." With a gentle smile on her face, Zhuang Lin walked to Shang Ji and raised her head: "Sister Xi'er is here too."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on the card in Song Xier's hand: "Sister Xier, this is..."

Song Xi'er didn't answer his words, she just put the card into Shang Ji's hand and walked out.

But before walking out, she heard Shang Ji say to Zhuang Lin: "Song Xier is no longer a merchant, so there is no need to be polite to her."

Zhuang Lin said nothing, with a look of surprise on her face, but her eyes couldn't help but fall on the card in Shang Ji's hand.

She had heard it outside just now. Zhuang Lin didn't expect Shang Ji to be so generous to Song Xi'er.

Although more than [-] million is nothing to a businessman, for someone like Song Xier, it is something that cannot be earned in a few lifetimes.

And this was just pocket money that Shang Ji casually gave to Song Xier.

When Song Xi'er returned to the ward with hot water in her arms, nothing could be seen on Su Mei's face, and she didn't know if she made another call after she went out.

"It's getting late, just in time for Xiao Jie to take you back." Su Mei said, "I don't feel comfortable if you go back alone."

This time Song Xier didn't refuse, she just nodded: "Then I'll come back tomorrow morning. If you need anything, just ask the nurse. Just press here."

"Don't worry, it's not like I can't move your mother." Su Mei said.

Song Xi'er explained a few words again and then she and Xiao Jie left the ward and walked to the elevator: "You don't have to send me off, senior sister will be here soon."

Yu Meng was delayed because of something, and just sent her a message saying that she would be at the hospital immediately.

After getting out of the elevator and walking outside, Song Xi'er was about to call Yu Meng when she saw Zhuang Lin walking over from the side: "Xi'er sister——"

Zhuang Lin paused and changed her words: "No, it's time for me to call you cousin sister-in-law."