Wang Yue was pleased that his goal was almost within reach, so he smiled and said, "Actually, President Qin, shouldn't you divorce that fake monk first before discussing a partnership with me?"
Qin Lingling knew, of course, that the fake monk Wang Yue meant was Wang Ruizhi. Her anger flared even hotter. People's judgment tended to suffer when they were angry, and women were no exception, so she snapped, "He became a monk, so the company belongs to me. I can make the decisions!"
Wang Yue felt she wasn't angry enough yet. He shook his head and said gravely, "President Ling, I don't care what arrangements you and your husband made before. I only care about what's in writing.
"Of course, if you have that fake monk sign over all the company shares to you, then we can start discussing financing.
"Otherwise, I'll have put in all this work, only for our deal to be invalid and for someone else to reap the benefits."
Qin Lingling's expression shifted repeatedly as she listened to Wang Yue. Only now did she understand Wang Ruizhi's scheme: he was certain that as long as they were still married, their contract wouldn't affect the company's ownership shares at all.
That meant she had no way to sell the company. All she could do was keep trying to run it herself.
And there were only two possible outcomes: either Wang Ruizhi quietly stripped the company bare, or she brought it back from the brink.
If he stripped it bare, Wang Ruizhi would get what he wanted. If she saved it, she'd still have to hand most of it over to him for nothing!
Qin Lingling had originally thought that since she and Wang Ruizhi were family, there was no need to fuss over the company shares.