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

Song Yue's face was full of astonishment, his lips twitching, unable to utter a word for a long time. His complexion slowly turned ashen gray.

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

It was because she held the key evidence of his extramarital affair and covert transfer of assets.

This was tantamount to grasping his lifeline.

"Song Yue, signing the agreement is the decent thing to do," Su Tingran looked over, speaking calmly. "If you don't want to divide the property according to this agreement, you know, there are also indecent ways..."

As her words fell, Song Yue's body stiffened, his pupils suddenly tightened, silently clenching his fists.

After all, they had been husband and wife for many years. Su Tingran knew him all too well.

She knew he cared most about face, about image.

He would absolutely not be able to tolerate taking things to the point of tearing their faces apart.

If he chose not to sign and fought a divorce lawsuit, he might be able to gain more property.

But he still had to account to his parents, elders, relatives and friends.

Moreover, once litigation began, asset audits would likely restrict immediate access to accounts and funds, affecting company operations.

After a long pause, Song Yue's tightly clenched fists finally relaxed.

He squeezed out two words from between his lips with difficulty:

"I'll sign."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Jiamu nimbly took out a pen from her bag and flung it over.

She also opened up her phone and started recording video.

Qin Jiamu and Sheng Mumu had previously consulted divorce lawyers who specialized in divorce lawsuits.

Although this scumbag Song Yue belonged to the party at fault in the marriage, if they really divided up the property, it would still be very difficult for Tingran to get eighty percent.

They could only use some tricks to make the scumbag voluntarily sign the agreement.

Only then could Tingran's interests be maximized.

To prevent any trouble in the future, Qin Jiamu recorded Song Yue voluntarily signing the agreement.

He Qing was dumbfounded watching this.

Before coming here, He Qing had been fantasizing about the wealthy madame life she would have after becoming Mrs. Song.

She didn't expect that before even becoming Mrs. Song, the Song family's wealth had already shrunk by a large margin.

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

Glancing at the numbers on it.

Her suspended heart eased down a little.

Fortunately, Song Yue was still richer than she had imagined. Even if it was only twenty percent, it was still a huge sum.

Moreover, Song Yue still had his company and the ability to earn money.

As long as she held onto Song Yue's heart, she grasped the ticket to high society.

After Song Yue finished signing, Su Tingran quickly scribbled down her own name.

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

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

Divorce agreements only took legal effect after the divorce registration procedures were completed.

She didn't want to drag it out any longer, only wanting to sever ties with Song Yue as soon as possible.

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

In less than half an hour, the formalities were completed.

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

At this moment, no longer having to consider his identity as a husband, he held He Qing's hand and glanced at her.

As usual, He Qing looked up at him with a sweet smile.

A hint of warmth rippled through Song Yue's heart, sweeping away the gloom at the bottom of his heart.

He comforted himself in his heart, hoping this decision was the right one.

Now he only had her.

On the other side, Su Tingran stopped at the top of the steps, and let out a long breath.

She slightly tilted up her head, gazing into the distance.

It had rained that morning, leaving the weather humid and oppressive.

Now, the sun poked its head out from between the clouds.

Sunshine spilled down, and the stuffy heat in the air gradually dissipated.

How nice.

She closed her eyes, smiling contentedly at the corners of her lips, and laughed lightly in relief.

When she opened her eyes again, they were clear and bright.

These eyes had once been washed by tears, and now radiated renewed vitality.

"Thank you, Tingran."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. Su Tingran looked over.

Song Yue, holding He Qing's hand, had at some point walked over to stand in front of her.

"Thank you for giving way to us, Tingran," Song Yue squeezed He Qing's hand tightly, as if speaking words of thanks, but more to prove something.

Su Tingran was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Ha, it was still the Song Yue she knew so well.

Even at this point, he still had to pretend to be magnanimous.

Little did he know that his stiff demeanor and unnatural tone had long since given him away.

Losing most of the property, he was bleeding in his heart.

Yet he still had to keep up appearances, that so-called male dignity, and say hypocritical polite words.

Su Tingran was completely disillusioned with this man, too lazy to expose him, and did not respond.

"It won't be too late to thank me more later—"

Sheng Mumu's casual, relaxed voice rang out, responding on Su Tingran's behalf.

Song Yue and He Qing turned their heads in unison.

A look of puzzlement spread across their faces.

They didn't understand what Sheng Mumu meant.

They just saw Sheng Mumu hand an envelope to them, saying to Song Yue:

"Take a look, no need to thank me."

After speaking, she looped her arm around Su Tingran's and walked towards the car without looking back.

The luxury car sped off, without a shred of reluctance.

On the way back to Xiyu Yue Courtyard, Sheng Mumu drove.

The car window was rolled down, and the cool breeze after the rain filled the car.

Su Tingran belatedly asked, "Mumu, what did you give him? Are there other documents?"

Sheng Mumu arched her brows, answering with laughter in her voice: "A big gift package for the scumbag and his mistress."

Su Tingran blinked in confusion.

Qin Jiamu explained for Su Tingran's benefit: "This morning, Mumu found some new information that she didn't get a chance to tell you about. She didn't take it out just now either, worried that after seeing it, that scumbag wouldn't be willing to sign the divorce papers."

"It wasn't something I found," Sheng Mumu corrected. "I had Brother Dong's assistant help investigate. How could I dig up such covert details?"

Covert? Details?

Afraid that after seeing it Song Yue wouldn't be willing to sign?

Just what was it?

Su Tingran became increasingly curious.

Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Song Yue's complexion was livid, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

The photos and documents in his hands also shook along with him.

There were around a dozen photos.

Every single one showed He Qing together in an intimate manner with a young man.

Entering and leaving hotels, walking arm in arm shopping, kissing in a car...

Song Yue's eyes bulged as his whole body went numb, forcibly suppressing his rage as he flipped open the document.

On it, was clearly He Qing's three-week pregnancy exam report.

As well as surveillance screenshots of He Qing and the young man going in and out of the hospital.

Even an idiot would know what this represented.

He pursed his lips tightly, blood raging unrestrainedly through his body, his neck bulging with veins from anger.

"Honey, listen to me explain, it's not what you think!" He Qing panicked, grabbing the man's arm. "Honey! The photos are fake, they faked them to sabotage our relationship!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Song Yue fiercely shook her off.

"Raising a boytoy behind my back, and still wanting to hide it from me, making me raise you two by myself?"

"Oh no, three, there's still one in your belly."

He Qing was pushed hard to the ground. She instinctively covered her lower abdomen.

Suddenly realizing her actions were being seen by Song Yue, she hurriedly moved her hands away.

Unwilling to give up on her wealthy family dreams, she could only continue lying:

"Honey, the man in the photo is my ex-boyfriend, I don't have any contact with him anymore. I'm not pregnant, you misunderstood me, honey..."

"F*ck off!" Song Yue's face was crimson, his head steaming green. He slapped her across the face.

No longer caring about so-called face, so-called manners.

On the other side.

The luxury car steadily drove along the lakeside road.

The cool autumn breeze wrapped up the conversation inside the car and drifted out slowly.

"What? That woman used him as a sperm donor?"

"That's right."

"Then isn't he an idiot?"

"He's not an idiot."

"Hm?"

"We generally call this kind of person a pure cuckold."

"Hahahaha—"