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

They met at the coffee shop outside Xiyu Yue Courtyard.

On a weekday afternoon, there weren't many people at the coffee shop.

Sitting by the window booth, Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu accompanied Su Tingran sitting on the same side.

Song Yue pushed the door and entered.

Glancing left and right a few times, he quickly spotted Su Tingran, and his expression froze for a moment in surprise.

He hadn't seen the two women beside Su Tingran before.

He guessed they were probably Su Tingran's friends.

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

In Song Yue's eyes, Su Tingran had always been gentle and well-behaved, rarely angry, and rarely argued with others.

Today, bringing two friends together to discuss a divorce agreement meant something obvious.

She still couldn't let go of him after all.

Calling two helpers to come together to persuade him to have a change of heart.

Song Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

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

On the other hand, what a pity.

No matter how Su Tingran wanted to try to salvage their relationship, his mind was already made up.

The decision to divorce would not waver.

"Tingran," Song Yue settled his thoughts and called out to Su Tingran.

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

In that moment, it dawned on her.

Tingran...

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

After they got married, he had always called her "wife".

The man's changed form of address unconsciously conveyed to her that they could never go back to the past.

Su Tingran took a shallow breath and calmly nodded in response.

Sheng Mumu followed the voice and looked over.

She saw a petite woman half-hidden behind Song Yue.

The woman's expression held a trace of timidity, mixed with the joy of a "victor".

She must be He Qing.

She didn't expect the scumbag to actually bring the mistress.

He was really shameless, blatant, and disgusting.

Anger rose sharply in Sheng Mumu's heart, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she clenched the file folder in her hand a little tighter.

Song Yue and He Qing sat down across from them.

The air became rigid, undercurrents swirling.

Both sides seemed to be waiting for the other to speak first, to make the subsequent divorce agreement discussion less awkward.

But neither side expected that the first to speak would be her.

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

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

Before she could finish one sentence, tears welled up in her eyes. She lowered her head with her hands clasped together.

Seeing this, Song Yue felt extremely distressed. He reached out and took He Qing's hand, stroking it comfortingly.

Encouraged by this, 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 let us be together?"

Suddenly, two muffled knocks sounded.

Qin Jiamu knocked her knuckles twice on the wooden table and glanced at He Qing.

"Is this a place for you to speak?"

Her words fell like thunder, and He Qing immediately went silent, shrinking back towards Song Yue.

Song Yue looked at the speaker with a twitch between his brows.

He thought Su Tingran's helpers she brought along would be similar to Su Tingran's temperament, gentle and compliant.

He didn't expect such an unfriendly tone right from the start.

He looked at the other woman sitting by the window.

Although she hadn't spoken, her eyes gleamed with calm and piercing light.

Song Yue vaguely felt this woman would be even harder to deal with than the one who had just spoken.

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed.

Since when did Su Tingran get to know friends like these two? How come he didn't know?

Song Yue slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Tingran, asking, "Who are they?"

"They are my good friends, here to accompany me." Su Tingran's tone was extremely indifferent, with no discernible emotion.

"Let's get right to the point, Song Yue," Su Tingran's gaze swept over He Qing's face. She said to Song Yue, "Don't bring up anything else, it's a waste of time." Her implication was that she had no interest in hearing He Qing talk about how much in love they were.

He Qing was stunned for a moment, silently clenching her fists. That's fine, if the other party didn't want to hear her speak, she wouldn't say anything.

As long as the people across from her were willing to sign the divorce papers quickly.

When she decided to come along today, she had already expected she would suffer verbal grievances.

No matter how much grievance she suffered, it was fine, as long as the man beside her was willing to leave his wife for her - that was the goal she wanted to achieve.

"Here is the property division agreement I had my lawyer draft. Take a look—"

Song Yue took out two copies of the agreement from his briefcase and placed them on the table, pushing them over.

"If there are no problems, we can sign now."

Su Tingran lowered her eyes to look at the agreement but didn't reach for it.

Instead, she took out a stack of documents from her own bag and handed them to Song Yue.

"I drafted this one. Take a look."

Song Yue froze, eyes narrowing. "You drafted an agreement too?"

He couldn't believe Su Tingran had done this.

In the past, no matter what he said, she never had any objections.

How could she...

Suddenly, he couldn't control the loss that welled up in his heart.

Thinking that during the week and more they hadn't contacted each other, Su Tingran hadn't been thinking of ways to try to win him back, but rather finding a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement, his heart couldn't help but swell.

Was this still the wife he knew?

She seemed so unfamiliar to him.

Song Yue forcibly suppressed his shock and loss, maintaining an adult's dignity. He said lightly:

"Alright, let me take a look."

Song Yue flipped open the agreement, his expression cold.

He Qing turned her head towards the man's side, pressing her lips tightly together.

Sheng Mumu noticed He Qing's gaze didn't linger on the man she claimed to "love deeply", but rather on the agreement in the man's hands.

After browsing just a few lines, Song Yue's brows furrowed and he looked up without reading further.

The dignified expression he had worn just a moment ago was now full of disbelief.

"Eighty percent? You want eighty percent of my assets?"

Song Yue flung the agreement onto the table after he spoke.

"What makes you think I would give you eighty percent of my property?"

Hearing his words, He Qing's body stiffened slightly, as if she had heard bad news. Her eyes stared at the agreement, wanting to read it more carefully.

In response to Song Yue's aggravated questioning, Su Tingran remained calm.

She nodded and said,

"Yes, leaving you with twenty percent."

These years, Su Tingran didn't pay much attention to how much income Song Yue's company had or the scale it had reached, but she could estimate.

Even taking eighty percent of his assets, the remaining twenty percent would still not be a small amount.

"Are you joking with me, Su Tingran?"

Song Yue gave a mirthless laugh at Su Tingran's words, tossing the agreement onto the table.

"On what grounds do you think I would give you eighty percent of my assets?"

Hearing him say this, Su Tingran's eyes darkened slightly. She calmly repeated the man's words, "On what grounds?"

Song Yue was clearly more agitated than before. He slapped the table, making a muffled sound.

Before Su Tingran could speak, he said again:

"During our marriage, you stayed home the whole time and never participated in company affairs. In terms of public morals, you have no right to ask for eighty percent."

"In private—"

Song Yue paused. What he was about to say next was somewhat hurtful, but he still decided to say it:

"You didn't bear the Song family a son or daughter. If you had, it would make sense to allocate more assets to you. But as things stand now, don't you think this is going too far?"

He suddenly had an enlightened expression, shaking his head.

"Or could it be you don't actually want a divorce at all, and came up with this agreement that I would never agree to in order to make me turn back?"

After saying all this, Song Yue stared fixedly at Su Tingran, trying to find signs of guilt from having her intentions seen through.

However, Su Tingran didn't even look at him. She just calmly took a sip of coffee, with no anger in her eyes at having her inner thoughts punctured, only disappointment.

Song Yue felt Su Tingran was becoming more and more unfamiliar to him.

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

Her voice was neither rushed nor slow, wrapped in ridicule and disdain:

"Mr. Scumbag, I know you are very agitated, but don't get agitated first."