On the Day of the Divorce, I Shorted My Ex-Wife's Company

"Yin Shijun, let's get a divorce." Bai Yunshan said this while I was in the kitchen making her a hangover soup. Three years of marriage. This was the first time she'd spoken such a long sentence to me. I dried my hands and went to the living room. Two documents were on the table: a divorce agreement and a share transfer agreement. I looked at them for two seconds and then laughed in anger. "Divorce isn't enough, you want to take the shares too?" Bai Yunshan looked up at me, her expression cold. "Those shares originally belonged to the Bai family." I nodded. "Fine, then what about these three years?" "When you were hospitalized with a stomachache, I was there to take care of you." "Your father..."