CHAPTER 244: CHAPTER 244: DIVORCE AGREEMENT

"You jest; this place is now a soon-to-be-sold mortgaged asset." Bai Xu spoke gently, "Even if you stay here, you cannot change anything."

Li Tingmo’s temples, now silvery white, had become thick and glaring. He suddenly stood up, walked vigorously to Bai Xu, and said, "I now suspect, all this has been your doing alone! You must have deceived Shiheng! Bai Xu! I will sue you! Just you wait for prison!"

"You misunderstand, I hold no shares in Fengcheng Group, nor do I have decision-making power. All this was Mr. Li’s intention. I am merely following his last instruction to manage Fengcheng Group’s remaining assets for debt repayment."

Bai Xu restrained his smile, looking calmly at Li Tingmo, and said, "You should have foreseen today; Mr. Li has never been one to be trifled with."

In Li Tingmo’s mind emerged the face of Li Sihe, tender yet harmless.

His wild ambition, hadn’t he always known it? Only he had been numbed by that harmless facade for too long, forgetting his true nature.

Li Tingmo could barely stand; he leaned on the table, trembling, looked at Bai Xu, and gritted his teeth, "Does he hate me that much?"

"Discussing this now is pointless, dawn is approaching, and the reporters will come soon. You should go back."

Li Tingmo looked fiercely at Bai Xu. It suddenly dawned on him, he grabbed Bai Xu’s arm tightly, urgently saying, "Tell me, has Li Sihe gone through such great lengths just for Bian Yue? Is he seeking revenge on us for her?"

"Don’t overthink it. Mr. Li made these decisions from his own stance, irrelevant to anyone else. If you feel any resentment towards me, you can beat or scold me, and I won’t fight back."

Bai Xu’s words left Li Tingmo with a sense of helpless fury. He well knew that the present Bai Xu was nothing but Li Sihe’s lapdog; all decisions were made by Li Sihe himself.

He found himself driven into a corner by his own son.

Li Tingmo suddenly adopted a pleading look, facing Bai Xu, and said, "Bai Xu... listen to me, I’m old now, I really can’t bear seeing the Fengcheng I’ve fostered for a lifetime disappearing like this. I have been gracious to you, for my sake, don’t let Fengcheng’s assets be sold, just give me some time, I promise I will cover the financial shortfall caused by Li Sihe."

"What do you plan to use to cover it?"

"I..."

"It’s impossible, the amount is beyond your capability to recover." Facing Li Tingmo’s urgent gaze, Bai Xu shook his head and softly said, "Impossible, the hole this has created, not even the money Mr. Li left for your retirement could remedy, only Lixing’s assets in Xiangjiang could cover this hole. But do you think Shen Jinci would help you?"

The light faded from Li Tingmo’s eyes, he looked at Bai Xu, devoid of spirit, all vigor gone, his back suddenly slumped, and this time it was Bai Xu supporting him as they left, silent thereafter.

Tang Yuwei had been waiting at home, wearing a white mourning dress, her hair neatly coiffed at the back of her head in a seldom-seen elegant style.

At this moment, her tears had run dry; the death of Li Sihe was the greatest hit she could have received in this world.

She stared blankly at the living room turned into a mourning hall, Li Sihe’s picture was already hung up, a black and white photograph, strikingly harsh.

Returning distraught, Li Tingmo walked in to see this very scene, erupting with fury at Tang Yuwei, he bellowed, "Is this a time to grieve? Don’t you know Fengcheng is almost gone!"

"It’s gone then it’s gone! Why are you yelling!" Tang Yuwei frowned at Li Tingmo, her eyes brimming with impatience. She placed the pre-prepared divorce agreement on the table and coldly said, "Sign this, and after Shiheng’s funeral, I will leave."

Li Tingmo, already drained, was taken aback upon hearing Tang Yuwei’s words. Then, feeling a surge of agitation in his chest, he strode towards Tang Yuwei, unable to contain his anger, "What are you going crazy about! Tang Yuwei! I’ve been tolerant enough with you! Don’t keep testing my limits here!"

"Your limits?" Tang Yuwei looked disdainfully at Li Tingmo, confronting the man who towered over her. She suddenly stood up, her demeanor dramatically shedding years of submission, her imposing aura uncompromising, "What right do you have to say such things? Do you even have any limits? You, for the sake of the Li Family, didn’t even spare your own son!"

Li Tingmo trembled, "How can you say that about me? Did I want Li Sihe to die? This is a hereditary family disease! It’s not within my control!"

"Why didn’t this disease inherit to you? Li Tingmo, you are the one who really should be dead!" Tang Yuwei’s voice became increasingly shrill, almost screaming: "I hate you more than anyone, you’ve ruined all the happiness of my life!"

"Fine, since you are so miserable, I will sign this divorce agreement!" Li Tingmo pointed towards the elevator and yelled, "Go upstairs now, I don’t want to see you!"

Yet Tang Yuwei was not hurt by these words; she calmly smiled and walked upstairs.

The next day, Bian Yue still went to the Li Family, and it was Shen Jinci who took the initiative to say he would accompany her.

Bian Yue, with downcast eyes and a dry voice, said: "The Li Family doesn’t want to see me."

"Li Sihe wanted to see you." Shen Jinci stroked her hair, his voice gentle, he said: "Yueyue, say a proper farewell, don’t leave yourself with regrets."

So, in the tender morning light, the Koenigsegg stopped at the front door of the Li Family.

Holding Shen Jinci’s arm, Bian Yue walked towards the front door.

The butler, seeing Bian Yue, brightened up and said, "Miss, you’ve come..."

"I’ve come to mourn Li Sihe." Bian Yue paused, then softly said, "Please inform them for me."

"Right away! I’m going now!" The butler said excitedly.

Bian Yue originally thought it would be very troublesome.

To her surprise, Li Tingmo agreed immediately without saying anything.

And Shen Jinci completely enveloped Bian Yue’s hand in his, looking down at her with a comforting gaze.

Bian Yue entered the hall and saw Li Tingmo, who seemed to have aged a lot overnight.

Li Tingmo glanced at them indifferently and coldly said, "If you’re here to mourn, just do it and leave quickly."

Bian Yue said nothing, nodded to Li Tingmo, then walked straight towards the center of the memorial hall.