Mr.CEO, Please Sign the Divorce Agreement
Chapter 102 My Wife

Chapter 102: Chapter 102 My Wife

Ji Nanfeng also put down his phone, looking up at Fu Shinian.

Fu Shinian barely audible, sighed, feeling it was a pity his two friends weren’t paparazzi. He sat down on the lounge chair, deflecting the topic with skill:

"The old lady wants a great-grandchild."

Ji Nanfeng laughed. "Is that the reason?"

"What else?"

"You don’t have your own wishes, you don’t want to at all?"

Fu Shinian slightly hooked the corner of his mouth. "With you two sons, I’m already annoyed enough."

"You bastard!" Qiao Yu couldn’t help but curse.

After the teasing, the three of them fell silent. After a long while, Qiao Yu, thinking of something, laughed. He patted Fu Shinian’s shoulder:

"Once you have kids, you and Su Mu are pretty much set for life, right?"

Ji Nanfeng scoffed:

"What do you mean ’once you have kids’? As far as I can see, Shinian never had any intention of getting a divorce from the start."

At this point, Ji Nanfeng couldn’t help but want to remind Fu Shinian, "Although you haven’t said it before, I can roughly guess why you married Su Mu. It’s not just the agreement with her father. You also have this thought, in case the old lady has another accident, you want Su Mu to be available to save her once more, right?"

Qiao Yu didn’t quite understand:

"What do you mean?"

Ji Nanfeng looked at him as if he were an idiot, too lazy to explain further.

Qiao Yu thought for a few seconds then understood, looking at Fu Shinian in amazement. "Is that really why? Knowing Su Mu has the same blood type and is a kidney match for grandma, you never divorced Su Mu just in case something happened to grandma, so Su Mu could donate a kidney?"

Fu Shinian remained silent, but wasn’t this silence a form of tacit agreement?

Qiao Yu got up from the lounge chair, fuming, and he wasn’t entirely clear about why he was so angry. Perhaps it was because he was a doctor, with a greater respect and reverence for life and health than most people.

In his eyes, everyone was equal, but Fu Shinian had treated Su Mu as a mere organ farm, her existence solely for the purpose of cultivating that one kidney!

Fu Shinian didn’t deny Ji Nanfeng’s words, because at the beginning of his marriage, that was indeed what he had thought. But now...

"I don’t know if you still have these thoughts, but now it seems that you’re preparing to have children with Su Mu, so that idea has probably mostly faded away. I’m only mentioning this as a reminder. Such a reason is something a woman should never find out about—they won’t forgive you."

Fu Shinian looked at him coolly:

"If you don’t mention it, who will know?"

Ji Nanfeng: "..."

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Wen Shaoyuan sat next to Wen Han, his hands constantly fiddling with his backpack’s straps, silent without a word. Wen Han was somewhat surprised by this attitude, but at least he knew the reason:

"It seems Shaoyuan really likes your home."

Su Mu looked at Wen Shaoyuan, and although she didn’t feel it was her place to ask, she was still worried about Wen Shaoyuan, so she spoke up:

"About Grandma’s situation..."

"I’ll handle it. Such a thing will never happen again, and anyway, I have to thank you this time. You’ve also really been a bother these few days. I can see that Shaoyuan is very reliant on and trusts you."

Auntie Lin brought over tea at this moment and even specially prepared a cup of freshly squeezed juice for Wen Shaoyuan:

"Shaoyuan is such a sensible child, I’m very fond of him."

Wen Shaoyuan looked up and smiled sweetly:

"Grandma Lin, I like you a lot too."

Wen Han got up from the sofa, "It’s getting late, Shaoyuan and I should head back."

"Wait a second." Su Mu also stood up, walked to the round table by the French window and tore off a piece of paper. She picked up a pen and started to write something. When she walked back and handed the note to Wen Han, he realized what it was.

An IOU.

It clearly stated, "I, Su Mu, borrowed 812,000 yuan from Wen Han on November 7, 2015. Borrower: Su Mu." The date was the day Wen Han helped her pay off her debt.

Wen Han looked at Su Mu:

"You didn’t have to do this."

Su Mu smiled slightly, "I feel better this way."

Wen Han didn’t say anything more, but the amount on the loan didn’t seem quite right, "If I remember correctly, I paid exactly 800,000 yuan that day. This extra part is..."

"You didn’t take it back when you refunded the extra tuition fee I transferred last time and I ended up using it since I needed money. But after all, it wasn’t my rightful share. I can’t repay it now, so it’s still included in the IOU."

A momentary displeasure surged in Wen Han’s heart as he looked at Su Mu:

"Su Mu, there’s no need for you to be so precise with me. The extra amount I transferred to you was rightfully yours. Based on what you’re doing, how should I calculate the trouble you’ve been through these past few days with Shaoyuan?"

Su Mu simply smiled,

"Helping out is one thing; what we’re talking about is another."

"To me, there’s no difference."

Su Mu smiled lightly, "I only take what I believe I am entitled to."

Her insistence left Wen Han with nothing more to say. In any case, there would be plenty of time in the future to reciprocate the kindness. He took Shaoyuan’s hand, ready to leave. Shaoyuan was also pulling Su Mu’s hand, preparing to say goodbye properly, when suddenly a car stopped outside. Su Mu looked up and spotted Fu Shinian stepping out of the vehicle.

Fu Shinian glanced at the jeep parked beside him, his expression indifferent. He was prepared for Wen Han’s visit. However, Wen Han was surprised to see Fu Shinian at Su Mu’s house.

When Fu Shinian entered the room, Wen Shaoyuan was the first to greet him:

"Uncle Fu."

Fu Shinian cracked a slight smile, his gaze falling on the hands Wen Shaoyuan was holding: his right hand with Wen Han and his left with Su Mu. The scene before him looked like a happy family ready for an outing, and he, having just appeared, seemed like an unwelcome disturbance.

This ignited an inexplicable fire in his heart that threatened to burst forth uncontrollably.

Su Mu noticed his displeasure and discreetly let go of Wen Shaoyuan’s hand.

Wen Han looked at Fu Shinian and was the first to speak:

"Mr. Fu."

Even if Fu Shinian wasn’t feeling too pleasant, he understood the nuances of social etiquette very well. He now took off his coat and handed it to Auntie Lin who came to meet him, effortlessly taking control of the situation like the man of the house. He slowly smiled:

"Is Commander Wen here to pick up his son? Why must you leave just as I return? We haven’t seen each other in a long time. How about my wife cooks us a simple meal and we all eat together?"