Shi Lingyan rubbed her head and said, "Let’s eat."
"Okay," Shi Mei smiled and picked up the knife and fork. "I once had a dream where I had dinner with my husband, and then I asked you if we would be together forever."
Shi Lingyan’s eyebrows lifted slightly. "And then?"
"And then, you didn’t answer before I woke up from the dream," Shi Mei said, her head lowered as she pouted and poked at the steak in front of her.
For some reason, Shi Lingyan felt a twinge of self-reproach when he heard these childishly naive words. She understood nothing, like an innocent child who saw him as the only person she could rely on.
And he, was never meant to give her love.
Shi Mei wrestled with her steak, chewing ferociously, and when she caught his gaze, she smiled even more brilliantly.
Shi Lingyan’s eyes dropped, glancing sideways at Yun Du.
In Yun Du’s hand was a notarized Divorce Agreement, all set and ready, missing only Shi Mei’s signature to complete the entire divorce process.
But did his look mean he shouldn’t bring it out now?
Understanding the cue, Yun Du silently withdrew.
After sending Shi Mei home, Shi Lingyan found an excuse to leave and went to Shi Wuzhou.
Yun Du was puzzled and asked him, "Boss, why didn’t you have Sister-in-Law sign just now?"
Twenty million in cash and a property worth over a hundred million, even if the Shi Family came to make trouble, it was more than enough.
Shi Mei was so naïve, just needed her to write her name, and all would be well.
The voice from the back seat was silent for a moment, before Shi Lingyan simply stated, "Remove that twenty million."
Yun Du exclaimed, "Isn’t that too ruthless?"
Shi Lingyan added, "Change it to 0.5 percent of the company’s shares."
Yun Du choked, disbelieving, "Have you... thought this through?"
These were shares of the company!
Shi Lingyan’s industries were extensive, each one profitable. If it was 0.5 percent of the main company, that would amount to several billion in yearly income.
"Shi Mei is naive. If you give her so much, won’t it end up in the Shi Family’s hands eventually?"
"Write it," Shi Lingyan’s statement was concise, his voice as flat as ever, "That’s all I have left to compensate her with."
On Christmas night, the festive atmosphere was everywhere.
Many places in Yan City were crowded with people.
Shi Lingyan sat on the sofa in Shi Wuzhou, dressed casually yet neatly, an apparently effortless look that had taken some time to achieve.
Besides that, he had decorated the house with a hint of Christmas spirit, purchasing a Christmas tree, stockings, and those garish, eye-searing lights.
Tang Wu liked these things.
She said every holiday should feel special.
She would like it... right?
For some reason, Shi Lingyan felt nervous.
Thinking of seeing her soon, all the words he had were almost spilling out, wanting to ask everything clearly as soon as he saw her.
Anticipating the visitor, Shi Lingyan opened the door, his dark and deep eyes set on the figure at the door.
But the moment he saw the person at the door, all the expectation evaporated as if he’d stepped into thin air, and he crashed hard.
Bai Yuejie looked at Shi Lingyan, her face showing a gentle and pure smile as she held out a cake she had prepared in advance. "Brother Ling Yan, happy birthday."
Shi Lingyan looked at the cake, his expressionless face growing even more impassive and indifferent.
Today was his birthday.
But what he wanted to hear wasn’t this.
What he wanted was: Ah Ling, happy birthday.