After the Divorce, I Evacuated the Scumbag Family

On the third wedding anniversary, I squatted at the door of the hotel room and listened to the wall. It's not that I have this habit, it's that my husband didn't close the door tightly. A woman's voice came from inside, soft enough to squeeze water: "Jingchen, when will you divorce her?" Good guy, I wanted to applaud on the spot - for this acting skill, she owes her an Oscar. What's even more exciting is my husband's line: "Su Nian? She's just a stand-in with no background. This kind of woman can't live without me." Can't live without him? I looked down at the property notarization in my hand - it was just done today, and I wanted to add his name to the small apartment before marriage. I really want to give myself an "Idiot of the Year" award. Just as I was moved, my cell phone rang. The old man's lawyer: "Ms. Su, Mr. Lu made a will three years ago, and 51% of the shares of the Lu Group belong to you. The condition is... Your husband cheated on you." I hung up the phone and opened the door. The two figures inside were pressed on the pause button. I smiled slightly: "Tomorrow at the shareholders' meeting, I will remove your father. From now on, I have the final say in everything about your Lu family." Later, my ex-husband knelt in the rain and asked for remarriage. I tore up the divorce agreement and asked him to hang the words "Lu Jingchen" without any money. Later, my love rival knelt in front of the company and cried. I said, "You cry beautifully. How long have you been practicing?"