mtl008 Chapter 219 Miss Yu really knows how to joke.
Chapter 219 Miss Yu really knows how to joke.
Yu Yuetong stared at the blood-stained divorce agreement on the screen, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the phone. The time in the lower right corner of the photo showed 2:17 AM last night, less than six hours before the agreed time.
"Another trap?" The thought flashed through her mind almost instantly. She subconsciously looked at Qin Reng sitting behind his desk, who was drawing sharp arcs on the document with a pen, the scratching sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper like some kind of dangerous rhythm.
"Who sent it?" Qin Reng noticed her unusual behavior, and the moment he looked up, Yu Yuetong had already placed her phone face down on the table.
"Spam messages." She forced a smile. "There are more and more of these harassing messages lately."
Qin Reng's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds before shifting away, his pen nib pausing heavily on the document. "Is that so?" He casually flipped through a page. "Next time, remember to just delete it."
Yu Yuetong gripped her phone tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms. Of course, she knew she should delete it immediately, but this photo reminded her of what she had overheard three days ago in the underground parking garage—Ji Momo stood next to that Maybach, her skirt fluttering in the night wind, saying, "Miss Yu and President Qin's relationship doesn't seem as close as the rumors suggest."
She and Qin Reng had just left the board meeting; the man's suit still carried the lingering scent of cigars. Now, those words suddenly echoed in her ears, and Yu Yuetong felt a cold sweat break out on her back.
"I'm flying to Shanghai tonight," Qin Reng suddenly said. "You stay at the company and handle those legacy projects."
Yu Yuetong looked up abruptly, meeting his probing gaze. "Shanghai?" she tried to keep her voice calm. "But..."
"But what?" Qin Reng raised an eyebrow. "Afraid I'll run away?"
This joke isn't funny at all. Yu Yuetong forced a smile. "I'm afraid you'll sell the company."
Qin Reng chuckled lightly and continued signing the documents. "Don't worry, even if I have to sell the company, I'll sell you first."
Yu Yuetong felt a tightness in her chest. What was this? A slap followed by a sweet treat? Just as she was about to retort, Qin Reng's phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced at the screen, got up, walked to the French windows, and answered the call with his back to her.
“It’s me.” His voice was low. “Found it?…Good, send it directly to the hotel…Remember, don’t let anyone know.”
Yu Yuetong strained her ears, but could only hear the rustling of fabric. Staring at the darkening sky outside the window, she suddenly realized that she had no choice in this trap.
As night fell, Yu Yuetong stood in the magnificent lobby of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, the dazzling light from the crystal chandelier stinging her eyes. The receptionist politely inquired about her reservation; as she gave her name, she heard a slight commotion behind her.
Looking back, several men in black suits were walking in through the revolving door. The face of the man in the lead was all too familiar—it was Qin Yu, the eldest son of the Qin family. His gloomy gaze swept over Yu Yuetong, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, and he walked straight towards the elevator.
Yu Yuetong felt her heart sink. It seemed that tonight's situation was more complicated than she had imagined.
The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out Qin Yu's hostile face. Yu Yuetong took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. She pressed the button for room 301, and the feeling of weightlessness as the elevator ascended made her stomach churn.
As the elevator doors opened again, the clinking of glasses came from behind the half-open door at the end of the corridor. Yu Yuetong gripped her phone tightly, held her breath, and approached the door. Through the crack, she saw Ji Momo holding a wine glass, laughing hysterically.
"Miss Yu has arrived." Ji Momo's voice was like a poisoned silver needle. "What a rare guest."
Yu Yuetong took a half step back and bumped into the wall of the corridor. In the room, besides Ji Momo, there were three men, one of whom had his back to the door, but just his tall figure and the tailored suit were enough for her to recognize him as Qin Reng.
"Divorce agreement." Ji Momo placed the wine glass on the bedside table, the glass base making a crisp sound as it struck the wooden tabletop. "President Qin delivered it personally."
Yu Yuetong felt a throbbing sensation in her temples. She suddenly realized that this was not a trap at all, but a carefully planned humiliation.
"What, Miss Yu, aren't you going to come in and take a look?" Ji Momo's voice carried a hint of provocation. "Perhaps this is the last time you'll see President Qin."
Yu Yuetong gritted her teeth and pushed open the door, only to hear Ji Momo's smug chuckle behind her.
The air in the room seemed to freeze, and Yu Yuetong felt as if she were walking on a knife's edge with every step. Qin Reng sat on the single sofa by the bed, holding a document in his hand. Hearing the door open, he looked up, his eyes as complex as an unyielding ink.
"Divorce agreement." Ji Momo pointed to the bedside table, her nude-painted nails gleaming coldly under the light. "Two copies, already signed."
Yu Yuetong's gaze fell on the document. The paper still had fresh ink stains, and Qin Reng's signature was flamboyant and bold, like a sharp knife piercing her eyes.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Ji Momo walked around to the bedside and looked down at her. "Miss Yu, are you perhaps thinking of backing out?"
Yu Yuetong took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions in her heart. She knew that any emotional fluctuation at this moment would be amplified infinitely and become a weapon for Ji Momo to attack her.
“Since President Qin has already made his decision, I naturally have nothing more to say.” Yu Yuetong’s voice was soft, but every word was clear. “However, I would like to remind Miss Ji that there seems to be something missing in the part of the agreement regarding the division of property.”
Ji Momo's expression changed. She hadn't expected Yu Yuetong to be so calm, and even to turn the tables on her.
"What's missing?" Qin Reng suddenly asked, his voice low and carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.
Yu Yuetong's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Qin Reng, trying to find a clue on his face. But he hid it too well; his deep eyes held only endless indifference.
“For example, all the shares under President Qin’s name, and…” Yu Yuetong paused, her gaze sweeping over the three men in the room, “the ownership of this hotel.”
The room fell silent instantly, even breathing was suppressed to a minimum. Ji Momo's face changed from white to red, then back to white, a dramatic display comparable to the face-changing act in Sichuan opera.
"Miss Yu, you're joking." Ji Momo chuckled dryly. "How could I possibly concern myself with President Qin's assets?"
“Since Miss Ji is unaware, let me kindly remind you.” Yu Yuetong slowly took out a document from her bag. “According to the Qin family’s clan rules, the division of marital property is decided by mutual agreement. In other words, theoretically, I own half of all the property under Mr. Qin’s name.”