From then on, all that man's property was owned by half of his own. If he had one trillion, she would have 500 billion; if he had 100 billion, she would have 50 billion... The words were clearly written in black and white.
The law takes effect and cannot be changed.
That was the payment of marriage he gave her - from now on, with this Sword of Shang Fang, no matter how unscrupulous she was, no matter how arrogant, no matter how disgusting she was - there was nothing he could do about her.
In other words, he could no longer control her.
How far does a man have to go to be willing to make such a desperate move?
No, it's not a desperate move - in fact, he doesn't care about the money at all.
In fact, no matter how rich a man is, he can use up to 30% of his own money. The rest is always consumed by various people.
When you have too much money, it is nothing more than a bunch of numbers on your account. It depends on where you use it to reflect the corresponding value.
And his love for her and her marriage are the goals he has always believed in: if you love a woman, you should try your best to make her life richer, more comfortable, more dignified, and more secure.
...Everything else is nonsense.
Yan Xixi was in extreme shock and burst into tears again.
That day, it rained heavily.
Hugo said that a city's sewers represent the city's conscience. Perhaps many cities have recently been busy building high-rise buildings like the Great Leap Forward and have neglected their conscience. Therefore, whenever there is a heavy rain, water accumulates everywhere.
Yan listened carefully to the splashing of water outside the window, covering her face all the time, unable to hold back her tears.
In fact, she rarely cries. She always thinks that people who cry frequently, regardless of gender, are annoying and have a glassy heart.
However, today, like a faucet that you forgot to turn on and off, you couldn't stop the tears from pouring out no matter what.
Until a pair of big hands gently placed on her shoulders.
Far away, as if sighing: "Silly girl, what's wrong?"
She turned around suddenly and instinctively threw herself into his arms and cried loudly.
He laughed: "Silly girl, what are you doing? Are you scared when you see me coming home suddenly? Hehe, I can tell you, I just like surprise attacks. See if you stay at home obediently..."
Her tears almost soaked his white shirt.
He was startled, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the large stack of thick documents spread out on the desk. Suddenly, he understood everything.
This idiot had asked her to look at it many times before, but she just refused to look at it. This time he looked at it, and she burst into tears alone at home.
However, he was very happy.
If you can cry, everything will get better. As long as a person is willing to cry happily, it means there is always hope.
He didn't try to persuade her, he just held her gently until her sobs subsided and her breathing slowly calmed down.
After a long time, he heard the growling sound of her stomach and said softly: "Silly girl, are you hungry? I know you haven't eaten yet. You always don't eat well when I'm not at home. No, I
I have brought you something good, so hurry up and wash your face and eat."
Her eyes were red and swollen, and she was too embarrassed to look at him.
He chuckled: "Silly girl, it's not like I've never seen you look so ugly. I've seen you even uglier than this. Stop hiding..."
She muttered: "Why are you back again? Didn't you say you were going to Europe?"
