When the signature pen falls on the paper, my hand does not shake.
Lu Tingchen sat across from me, without even looking at me, and tapped his fingers on the table as fast as he could. His assistant stood beside him, holding a tablet in his hand. On the screen was probably a report of a certain project.
After three years of marriage, he couldn't even bear to sign the divorce and delay his time to make money.
"It's signed." I put down the pen and pushed the two agreements over.
He then raised his eyelids and glanced, and moved his thin lips: "Have you read the property division? If you have any objections, say it now."
Property division. Oh.
I left the house, and even the small flower shop I opened before marriage was transferred to the Lu family's name under his mother's scheme. There was a beautiful line written on the agreement - "Shen Qingli voluntarily gave up all common property", as if I had taken advantage of it.
"No objection," I said.
