You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family

Chapter 160

"You just questioned, I answer you one by one."

Sheng Mumu's face was calm, forming a sharp contrast to the agitated expression of the man opposite her.

She slowly opened her mouth:

"First, for justice, although Ting Ran did not participate in the company's operations, but over the years, she has gradually increased the assets that belonged to both of you through investment funds, trusts, real estate purchases, and so on. You don't mention any of this, do you?"

"Also, you said Ting Ran has been at home all these years..."

"Her contributions over the years cannot be brushed off lightly with just saying 'stayed at home'."

Sheng Mumu's tone paused, her eyes suddenly becoming chilly, and emphasized:

"--I hope you understand one thing, she stayed at home and took care of the family, because she 'was willing' to do so at the beginning, not because she 'could only' do so."

"Now, she is unwilling, so of course she has to settle these contributions properly."

Song Yue listened dumbfoundedly, unable to utter a word of rebuttal.

But Sheng Mumu was not finished yet.

"Okay, we're done with 'justice', now let's talk about 'private'."

"This is just basic biology--"

Sheng Mumu chuckled lowly, her tone joking:

"--Even elementary school kids know having children isn't something one person can accomplish alone. You're barely home all year, yet you still want to have kids? Dream more realistically."

"Moreover, if you really had children, what was written in the agreement wouldn't be leaving 20% for you, but rather you'd be cut off with nothing. "

"After all, a father without moral sense or sense of responsibility would be hugely detrimental to the children, so huge compensation would be required to make up for the childhood trauma, right?"

Sheng Mumu paused her words.

Not to give Song Yue a chance to speak, but to leisurely untie the string around the opening of the file folder in her hand, and take out several sheets of paper from it.

She placed them in front of Song Yue.

Her fingers brushed over the papers one by one, lightly tapping the surface.

"This one is evidence of Ting Ran expanding your joint assets."

"These two detail the profits from Ting Ran's real estate purchases over the years."

"Here are the investment returns from the trust funds..."

"Oh, you'll need to look at this one closely."

Her finger fell on one of the piles of documents, her eyes sinking as her tone rose.

"This is solid evidence of your extramarital affair with Miss He, records of getting a room together, WeChat romantic chat records, hotel surveillance screenshots--"

"Enough! Stop talking." Song Yue's body tensed with anger, and he snapped harshly, cutting her off.

"On what grounds can you decide when I stop talking?" Sheng Mumu found it amusing and retorted, "Don't tell me listening to your little sister's sweet nothings too much made you feel like your words are especially compelling, especially manly?"

"Don't mess around." Sheng Mumu disregarded Song Yue's darkening expression and continued laughing, "Raising your voice out of guilt will only make you appear less justified."

"Sis, whatever fire you have, direct it at me. I was in the wrong, you can scold or hit me however you want, I won't make a peep--"

Suddenly, He Qing's voice broke in.

"--but isn't your agreement asking for too much..."

Sheng Mumu's eyes narrowed as she glanced over, seeming very impatient at being interrupted while speaking.

Seeing this, He Qing immediately weakened her tone and tremulously finished the second half of her sentence: "...isn't it too much?"

Originally Sheng Mumu had no intention of giving her much attention.

When it came to cheating scumbags and their mistresses, the scumbag was even more in the wrong and deserved more condemnation.

But since the mistress wanted attention, Sheng Mumu was happy to give her a stage.

She and Qin Jiamu hadn't been idle these past days.

While accompanying Ting Ran to move past her troubles, they had also been gathering evidence of Song Yue's affair.

In the process, they had inadvertently discovered many surprises.

"That's right, your surname is He, Miss He is it?" Sheng Mumu brushed her fingers over the documents on the table until she found one in particular.

"We discovered Mr. Song Yue spent company funds to buy you quite a lot of jewelry and handbags. These belong to marital joint property, so they're also included in the asset division."

He Qing's expression froze, her face looking worse and worse.

A ringing phone sounded.

The phone on the table in front of Song Yue lit up.

He looked at his phone, an unnatural expression flashing across his face.

The next second, he picked up the phone and stood up saying, "I'm stepping out to take this call."

After Song Yue left the cafe, Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu exchanged a look.

They knew why this call had come.

Their booth was next to the window, so they could see Song Yue's expression as he took the call outside.

It went from cautious at first, to surprised and dumbfounded, then anxious and uneasy.

He paced back and forth with one hand on his waist, his footsteps betraying his inner panic.

Inside the cafe.

Facing the three of them alone, He Qing was no longer as delicate and weak as before.

Her attitude suddenly shifted.

"Sisters, there's no need to go that far is there? If we all compromise a step, hurry and sign the agreement, it'll be easier for everyone right?"

From the situation, He Qing had realized Ting Ran had no intention of reconciling with Song Yue at all.

That being the case, their goals were the same.

One wanted to get rid of this man, the other wanted to take his place.

Signing the divorce agreement was the most important thing.

Qin Jiamu looked at He Qing, breaking into a radiant smile, and said in a mocking tone:

"Little sister, don't rush. Once he's done with his call and comes back, he'll be able to sign right away. We'll discuss your matters later."

"!!!" A chill went down He Qing's spine.

That sounded very strange, could it be...

Before she could think further, the cafe door was pushed open.

Song Yue hadn't even reached their table before his voice carried over.

"You secretly investigated me!? Froze the money in my overseas account without my consent?"

Song Yue stared fixedly at Ting Ran, his voice wrapped in anger and disbelief.

"That's right--" After a long silence, Ting Ran raised her eyes.

Those gentle, water-like eyes now held a coldness and resoluteness Song Yue had never seen before.

Ting Ran gave a faint smile and slowly said:

"Didn't you also transfer assets secretly without my consent?

"I simply did to you what you did to me. Why are you angry?"