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Chapter 220 Divorce Agreement (Thanks for the tips! Asking for monthly votes!!)

Chapter 220: 220 Divorce Agreement (Thanks for the tips! Asking for monthly votes!!)

A certain literary giant once said.

Human joys and sorrows do not communicate with each other.

While passion bursts forth on one side, the other is overshadowed by dark clouds.

Miss Shi ate her food in silence, without saying a word.

Shi Zhenhua sat in the seat of honor.

Meng Meiling, who had only returned home at dusk, was seated on the other side of the long table.

The family, all together.

But the atmosphere was quite solemn.

"I have met with that young man, and he is smart," he said.

"Mom, are you talking about Jiang Chen?"

Miss Shi, who had cried in the afternoon, seemed to have calmed down a lot.

"Yes."

Meng Meiling nodded and said bluntly, "I gave him a million to leave you, and he agreed very decisively."

Miss Shi seemed not surprised at all, only murmuring something under her breath.

"What are you saying?"

The husband and wife had clear roles, one to deal with the young man and the other to soothe the daughter, which was the case now.

When Meng Meiling spoke, Shi Zhenhua ate in silence; although their affection had faded over time, the tacit understanding forged over decades remained.

"It’s nothing."

Miss Shi, who might have felt better if she had heard certain comments, spoke expressionlessly, "Mom, I agree to marry Sun Xiyu, but you must agree to one condition."

"What condition?"

"Throw that Jiang into Pu River to feed the fish."

It’s difficult to raise both women and villains.

The ancients do not deceive me.

Shi Qianxi was very serious, staring straight at her mother.

"If you throw him in tonight, I can marry Sun Xiyu tomorrow."

Shi Zhenhua’s brows twitched, but he didn’t speak, continuing to eat in silence.

"What do you take marriage for, a child’s play?"

"Isn’t it you who insist I marry into the Sun Family? As long as you agree to my condition, I will not go back on my word."

"I didn’t say you had to marry the Sun Family, but you cannot choose an ordinary person."

Meng Meiling, having experienced it herself, did not want her daughter to repeat her own mistakes.

But it was clear that Miss Shi could not understand her mother’s good intentions, and she started moving her chopsticks again.

"Anyway, no matter who you want me to marry, my condition remains the same."

Meng Meiling looked at her husband.

Shi Zhenhua cleared his throat and finally spoke up.

"Qian Qian, our family is not the mafia. Moreover, is his choice wrong? He must be very aware that there is no future for you two. Making such a choice is good for both of you."

Actually, Shi Qianxi had known for some time, their parents might still be unaware of the scoundrel, considering him just an ordinary student from East Sea University.

Sun Family should be clear about it, but perhaps Sun Xiyu felt guilty about celebrating another girl’s birthday, so he did not communicate with his father.

Shi Qianxi couldn’t be bothered to explain.

After all, no matter what she said now, her father and mother would think she’s talking nonsense, so why waste her breath?

Without saying another word, she quickly finished the glistening white rice in her bowl and put down her chopsticks.

"I am full."

"Wait a minute."

Meng Meiling called to her, "I haven’t finished speaking yet."

Shi Qianxi did not throw a tantrum but sat up straight, adopting a posture indicating she was all ears.

Shi Zhenhua couldn’t help seeing through the girl’s silent protest and chuckled to himself.

"Wang Jie, bring me my bag."

"Certainly, madam."

The nanny serving nearby walked to the hall and brought back the bag Meng Meiling had brought.

Taking the bag, Meng Meiling pulled out two documents, handing one to Shi Zhenhua and one to Shi Qianxi.

"What’s this?"

Shi Zhenhua took it, eyes filled with confusion, put down his chopsticks, and started flipping through the pages, his expression slightly changing.

"Qian Qian has reached the age to marry, and it’s time we talked about our own matters."

It was clear that Meng Meiling had come to the estate well-prepared.

"A stock transfer agreement?"

Shi Qianxi looked at the document in her hand, her face showing shock.

"You should be clear about the situation between your father and me; you’ve grown up, and many things don’t need further explanation. Your father and I have decided to divorce."

Not only Shi Qianxi but also Shi Zhenhua suddenly looked up.

Obviously, Meng Meiling had acted first without consulting him; the idea that they had "discussed" was entirely without basis—he had been completely unaware.

"Mom..."

Shi Qianxi’s mind went blank.

Even though she had noticed severe problems in her parents’ relationship long ago, she still found it somewhat hard to accept when the moment truly arrived.

"Do you know why I have been so opposed to you choosing an ordinary person? Look at what happened to your mother as a cautionary tale. I’m not saying your dad is bad—in fact, he is better than the vast majority of men in the world—but some things cannot be changed. I don’t regret my previous choices, but this outcome is a relief for both of us."

Meng Meiling seemed to be explaining to her daughter, but was also indirectly addressing Shi Zhenhua at her side.

For a person like Shi Zhenhua, unexpected events were generally unwelcome; they only enjoyed the feeling of having everything under control.

Facing Meng Meiling’s preemptive move, he felt an subconscious irritation, but as he listened to her recent words, his anger began to subside, and he gradually put the document down.

"What does this mean?"

Shi Qianxi held up the agreement she had in hand.

"Your father and I are divorcing, and naturally, the division of property is the immediate issue. As an adult, you naturally have the right to inherit a part of the wealth."

When speaking of these topics, Meng Meiling’s tone was exceedingly calm, so much so that she didn’t seem to be discussing her own family, but rather like an outsider.

"Dad, aren’t you going to say anything?"

Shi Qianxi turned towards her father.

Shi Zhenhua was silent, then after a while, he softly said, "Your mother makes sense."

Shi Qianxi’s pupils dilated.

"Do you mean to say, in your eyes, decades of feelings and our family can all be equated with money?!"

She slammed the stock transfer agreement onto the table forcefully.

"Qian Qian, you’re right, any feeling can be measured by interest, and that’s a lesson you must start learning now. Your mother has stopped your card; does it bother you? If you continue to see things with your old perspective, you will encounter many troubles more distressing than what you face now.

No one will take care of you your whole life, not your mother, and not your father either."

The implications in Meng Meiling’s tone were profound.

Shi Zhenhua’s expression was inscrutable and he remained silent.

Shi Qianxi exhaled deeply, then smiled.

"Fine, so how much do you plan to give me?"

"Your father is giving you fifteen percent, and I am giving you ten percent," Meng Meiling responded.

Shi Qianxi was slightly startled upon hearing this.

Though she never dealt with her family’s business, focusing instead on enjoying life, she was not completely ignorant.

She knew full well that her father, as chairman of the group and the largest shareholder, held fifty percent of the group’s shares, almost an absolute control, while her mother, as the second-largest shareholder, had thirty percent of the shares.

The remaining shares were divided among various relatives and stakeholders.

Doing the math,

If they were to truly split it this way, then her father’s shares would drop to 35%, her mother’s would be reduced to 20%, and she...

Shi Qianxi’s face turned blank, her lips quivering slightly.

"That’s right."

Meng Meiling gazed into her daughter’s eyes.

"From now on, you are the second-largest shareholder of Jin Hai Industries."