Mr.CEO, Please Sign the Divorce Agreement
Chapter 109: Sandwich Cookies

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Sandwich Cookies

"I know you’re waiting for me to speak, but I really don’t know what you want me to say. Should I say that I will accept the pocket money you give me and spend it carelessly, or should I say I will immediately use your money to pay off the 810,000 I owe Wen Han? Which one do you want to hear? I’ll say it for you. I promise it comes from the heart, completely sincere. Can’t we stop this nonsense, please?"

Fu Shinian looked at her, lit a cigarette, and slowly said amidst puffs of smoke:

"Su Mu, I’ve never been short of women willing to spend my money."

Su Mu knew that her previous words still hadn’t hit the mark, but as she watched Fu Shinian genuinely about to smash the million-dollar sports car, she felt it was a dreadful waste, so she spoke up:

"Then, can we not smash this car?"

"You didn’t like it, did you?"

"It didn’t look that great before, but now, from a different angle, it actually looks pretty nice."

Fu Shinian gave a slight smile:

"Alright, as you wish."

Fu Shinian’s words allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief, and the manager was scared into a cold sweat. Just as Song Yi was signaling the bodyguards to leave, they once again heard Fu Shinian’s devilish voice. He said:

"Then smash another one."

As everyone again held their breath, Su Mu couldn’t hold back her outburst anymore. She looked at Fu Shinian coldly:

"Fu Shinian, no matter how rich you are, you can’t waste to such an unbridled extent! Grandpa and Grandma brought you up and handed over Fu Corporation to you. Is this how recklessly you handle it?"

Fu Shinian heard her and chuckled softly:

"The money that’s been given away isn’t mine anymore. How can it count as my waste?"

Su Mu laughed too, and for the second time, she pulled out the card from her bag that had disgusted her all day:

"Since it’s money you don’t want, I have no reason to keep collecting it for you. You can waste it however you like, but I really don’t have the patience to indulge your bad taste anymore."

She threw the card fiercely at Fu Shinian, turned around, and walked away. Fu Shinian stood still, just watching Su Mu’s retreating figure. Song Yi groaned and was forced to step forward and block Su Mu at the door:

"Madam..."

"Move aside!" This was the first time Su Mu spoke such harsh words to Song Yi: "You are his subordinate, not mine. I can’t control if you listen to him, but I can call the police to report you for harassment."

Song Yi’s face fell: "Madam, you’ve always treated me very well, why must you put me in such a difficult position? You know very well in your heart that Mr. Fu acted this way solely because he cares about you. But why can’t the two of you just sit down and have a proper talk? If I let you leave today, Mr. Fu will surely flay me alive."

Su Mu chuckled lightly:

"So you want to watch me go mad here? I don’t think I’ve ever gone mad, so I don’t even know what it would look like. Maybe I’d accidentally kill myself here. Are you sure you want to keep blocking me?"

Song Yi: "...You and Mr. Fu, you’re the death of me today."

Su Mu didn’t want to waste any more time with Song Yi and proceeded to walk past him. Song Yi, always good at reading the room, knew that he should continue to stop Su Mu. But her words were already so heavy, and while she might not really smash her head to death, when pushed to the limit, people can do extreme things. If he kept obstructing her and Su Mu got angry and hurt herself, he wouldn’t be let off the hook either.

No matter how I think about it, it’s a death sentence, Song Yi thought to himself, feeling that his life was indeed a hard one.

Just as Su Mu was about to leave the car dealership, she ran into Ji Nanfeng at the entrance. Seeing her infuriated expression, he showed no sign of surprise:

"What’s up, sister-in-law?"

Su Mu glanced at him indifferently, "Move aside."

"Come on, how long has it been since I last saw you? And the first thing I get is a cold face, what did I do wrong this time?"

The appearance of Ji Nanfeng allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief. Song Yi looked at him as if he were a lifesaving Bodhisattva, pleading with his gaze and gesturing for him to quickly console that fearsome Yama. Ji Nanfeng picked up on Song Yi’s signals, smiled faintly, and softly spoke to Su Mu:

"Sister-in-law probably doesn’t want things with Shinian to truly become irreparable, right? So many people are watching, and men need to save face. Just consider it listening to your brother-in-law for once and don’t leave this place. It’s fine even if you just stand here, okay?"

Su Mu didn’t reply, but ultimately, she didn’t move either. Ji Nanfeng smiled slightly, took a step towards Fu Shinian, and realizing he stepped on something, lifted his foot and saw a card. He bent down to pick it up, swung it in his hand, and said:

"What’s the PIN? Are you so angry because you can’t spend all the money? I’ll help you spend it, brother. If not, give it to Song Yi as a bonus. The poor guy looks like he’s about to have a heart attack from the fright you and Su Mu have given him."

Song Yi: Finally, someone appears who understands his plight. Heaven has eyes.

Fu Shinian looked at him dispassionately:

"What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by." Ji Nanfeng looked at the car dealership manager, who tried his best to be invisible, and smiled faintly, "Out for a drive with nothing better to do, saw your car parked by the roadside so I came over."

"Is that so?" Fu Shinian chuckled lightly, his tone sarcastic, "A passerby can see the situation clearly at a glance, your life may not be too clear either."

Ji Nanfeng knew he had figured out that the car dealership’s owner had called him. But since he hadn’t outright stated it, it was clear he didn’t plan to make a big deal of it. Moreover, Fu Shinian wasn’t the kind of nouveau riche who would smash cars in a foolish outburst. It was just that he had been pushed this far.

Glancing at Su Mu, who was standing at the entrance, Ji Nanfeng chuckled lightly:

"I’ve seen you two argue before, but normally, Su Mu is always the compliant one. Now she’s finally showing some temperament."

"Huh," Fu Shinian snorted softly. It wasn’t just that she was showing temperament; she was outright fearless.

He was just about to say something when Su Mu suddenly started walking out. Fu Shinian frowned slightly and, without further words to Ji Nanfeng, walked directly toward Su Mu.

Ji Nanfeng, callously left behind, didn’t feel perturbed. He tapped the card in his hand, looked around at the group of people who didn’t know what to do, and smiled helplessly:

"Alright, alright, back to what you were doing, there’s nothing to see here."

At that moment, the manager came over, wiping the sweat from his forehead:

"Third Master, I really can’t thank you enough for today. If you hadn’t come, I truly wouldn’t have known what to do."

Ji Nanfeng chuckled lightly:

"Didn’t know what to do? Were you afraid Mr. Fu would stiff you on the bill? Making a mountain out of a molehill, get out of here, don’t hover around me. You dragged me all the way here for such a trifle. Fu Shinian isn’t short of money; if he feels like smashing things, then just let him."