When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase

Chapter 297: Birthday Banquet (Part 7)

Tang Yanqi furrowed her brows even deeper, not understanding what Mr. Sheng meant. Many thoughts flashed through her mind, and every explanation seemed plausible.

Tang Yanqi didn’t delve deeply, instead, she straightforwardly asked, "Grandpa, what does this mean?"

Mr. Sheng didn’t answer directly but looked out the window, his weathered face carried the calmness honed by time.

"Girl, have the maple leaves outside turned yellow?"

Tang Yanqi didn’t know what Mr. Sheng meant, so she honestly shook her head, "It seems that this year’s autumn is coming late, the leaves are still very green."

"I wonder if I’ll be able to see next year’s maple leaves."

"Grandpa..."

"Girl, it was my idea for you to marry Jianan. I hope you can accompany him until the end, but the road of life is long, and no one can predict what the future holds. Girl, you are still young. If one day in the future Jianan insists on divorce, then this agreement will take effect."

The old man said, suddenly coughing a few times before continuing, "If that day truly comes, it would also be my fault to you as an old man; consider it my compensation to you."

Mr. Sheng finished speaking and coughed violently again. Tang Yanqi quickly went over and gently patted the old man’s back.

"Grandpa, you don’t have to do this, really, you don’t."

Mr. Sheng recovered a bit, smiling slightly, "Girl, don’t overestimate the power of money; it can’t buy a person’s heart or affection. But don’t underestimate the power of money either; it can drive a person, it can taint emotions."

Tang Yanqi didn’t know what to say. There were already sounds coming from outside as Sheng Jianan entered with a cup of hot water.

Mr. Sheng no longer continued the previous topic, patting Tang Yanqi’s hand, "Girl, accept it."

Tang Yanqi pressed her lips together, knowing she would not accept it. Whether she divorced Sheng Jianan or not, this ten percent share would never come to her.

But now, it seemed she could only accept it.

This was the affection of an elderly man in his twilight years for her.

Owning ten percent of Shengshi Group’s shares, whether for the annual dividends or selling them off in one large sum, would be enough to ensure Tang Yanqi’s well-being for several lifetimes.

The generosity of Mr. Sheng, she could not accept, yet she could not refuse.

After a brief silence, Tang Yanqi smiled, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Leaving the hospital, holding a small velvet box and a file bag, Tang Yanqi felt her hands were incredibly heavy. Her mind was still immersed in what had just happened until she felt her hands suddenly lightened, and Tang Yanqi came back to her senses.

Sheng Jianan first opened the velvet box, looked at the brooch inside, and smiled, "This was Grandma’s favorite piece of jewelry when she was alive, and I must say, it suits you quite well."

It was rare for the Young Master Sheng to say something genuine, but secretly added a silent note in his heart that though compared to his own, it still lacked a little.

Then he took the file bag and casually flipped through it. Seeing his brows gradually furrow, Tang Yanqi quickly said, "You don’t need to worry, I won’t sign this agreement; it won’t take effect."

Sheng Jianan smiled again, putting the agreement back and returning it to Tang Yanqi, leisurely starting the car, and speaking indifferently, "Whether you sign or not doesn’t matter; it won’t take effect anyway."

Tang Yanqi was silent, indeed, just a mere agreement, Sheng Jianan had ways to make it ineffective.

If one day Mr. Sheng were no longer around, then it would just be a few sheets of paper.