Chapter 171: Extra Chapter Seventeen: A Gift Without Compensation

Compared to the tense atmosphere in the boardroom, the atmosphere in the next room was quiet and subtle.

The conference room was spacious and offered a superb view overlooking the coastline. Lin Jin's legal team was busy with their respective duties, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was so quiet that only the sound of turning pages could be heard.

After Cheng Sangluo entered the room, Secretary Zhou led her to the main seat at the conference table.

She looked blankly at the lead lawyer across the table, who was flipping through the documents laid out in front of him and had no time for small talk.

"Ms. Cheng, please have a glass of water and rest for a bit." Secretary Zhou placed the glass next to Cheng Sangluo, then waved to the assistant lawyer behind him and said simply, "We can begin."

Upon receiving the order, the assistant lawyer walked to Cheng Sangluo's side and placed a thick stack of documents from his arms on the table.

Cheng Sangluo was confused about the situation, so she could only scrutinize the cover of each of the listed documents. When she finally saw the words "equity transfer," her eyes widened in surprise.

Seeing that Secretary Zhou was about to leave, she quickly grabbed him and pointed at the documents on the table, asking, "What do these documents mean? What exactly is Lin Jin trying to do?"

Zhou Ran was suddenly pulled and stumbled due to inertia. After regaining her balance on the table, she explained in a gentle voice, "Ms. Cheng, please don't panic. This is all the boss's good intention. The lawyer will patiently answer all your questions about the specifics later."

Cheng Sangluo raised her uneven eyebrows, puzzled: "Intentions?"

"Ms. Cheng," the lawyer on the other end of the line interrupted their conversation just in time, "please calm down."

He tapped the pen on the table with both hands and explained, "The documents in front of you, from left to right, are Ms. Lin's real estate: the hillside villa, the large apartment in Linxi Terrace, and the recently purchased house."

The movable property includes a Maybach, a Bentley, and a Ferrari. The specific models, specifications, and details are clearly noted in the document, which you can check at any time.

My client, Ms. Lin Jin, has made a fair and gratuitous donation agreement for the above assets and has already borne all related transfer fees.

In addition, the transfer agreement at the bottom states that Ms. Lin holds 80% of the Lin family's shares, of which 20% has been transferred to Mr. Sheng He, and the remaining 60% will be transferred to you. The contents of this gratuitous transfer agreement are somewhat complicated, and I will try my best to summarize the details.

If you confirm that everything is correct, you may sign this Fixed Asset Donation Agreement and Equity Transfer Agreement.

This agreement will take effect immediately upon signing, and I will process the subsequent procedures for transferring these assets for you as soon as possible.

After speaking, the lawyer took out the original marriage-of-contract agreement from the file bag, handed it to Cheng Sangluo through his assistant, and continued, "When Ms. Lin signed this agreement with you, she specifically requested that there be no unfair prenuptial property, so you have always had the right to enjoy all of her resources."

Oh, and there's one more thing she specifically asked me to explain to you: thanks to your care and protection all this time, that three million debt has been wiped clean, the IOU has long been destroyed, and there will be no further legal pursuit of things that have no basis.

Ms. Cheng, my client hopes you will not refuse or feel any burden. This gift is a way of repaying your repeated efforts for her since we met, and also a small compensation for the injustices you have suffered in the past. She hopes you can accept her sentiments.

Cheng Sangluo listened, stunned. The dense black and white words on the paper seemed to say, "Congratulations, you've achieved financial freedom so easily," yet each word also seemed to be silently mocking her, "Do you dare accept this heavy gift with a clear conscience?"

In an instant, the conference room fell silent except for the sound of everyone breathing.

Cheng Sangluo pursed her lips tightly and remained silent, her head drooping as she stared intently at the pen brought by the assistant lawyer. The spread-out agreement looked so thin, just a few pages, yet it weighed heavily on her shoulders without making a sound.

She couldn't lift her arm to take the pen, nor could she sign her name with a clear conscience. It was the integrity from her heart that shattered the tempting material things into pieces.

Cheng Sangluo could feel Lin Jin's burning love that could melt everything. That love wasn't just spoken, but was expressed in detail through a thick stack of documents: I am willing to give everything for you, hoping that you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.

These lavish material gifts may seem extravagant and one-sided. Those who don't know the truth might laugh and sigh that Cheng Sangluo is lucky to have snagged such a generous and lavish rich woman. But no one knows that Lin Jin's gifts stem from the little things that touched her heart during their time together.

In her eyes, Cheng Sangluo was a homeless stray dog, eating expired cold rice balls, working high above a bottomless abyss under the scorching sun, and stealing leftovers from the table when she wasn't looking, even eating watermelon until only the rind was left.

Yet this is the kind of person who has never been defeated by poverty. He neither laments the unfairness of fate nor complains about the misery of life. Like a blade of grass that refuses to bow its head in the face of wind and rain, he diligently and simply supports himself without bias.

Lin Jin once said that her greatest skill was investing and she had never made a losing deal. So when she saw Cheng Sangluo with her discerning eyes and stubbornly believed that this person would manage the beautiful life she would have for the rest of her life, how could this not be considered a successful investment?

But Lin Jin, who wanted to give all the best to her lover, once again underestimated his stubbornness.

Cheng Sangluo murmured a sigh of relief, slumped her shoulders, took the pen from the assistant lawyer, and leaned on the table amidst the expectant gazes of everyone.

Secretary Zhou, who was standing behind, also breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that the boss had repeatedly told everyone present to persuade Cheng Sangluo to come down, but he didn't expect that there was no need to persuade her at all. This person was much more proactive than he had imagined.

This is not surprising. Anyone who is suddenly given so much wealth would be easily swayed, let alone Cheng Sangluo, who is penniless.

Thinking of this, Secretary Zhou looked at Cheng Sangluo with a faint hint of mockery, as if laughing at her worldliness.

"Go stand over there, I'll take a look at the agreement first." Cheng Sangluo casually made up an excuse to send away the assistant lawyer who was standing to the side, and then bent down to look through the complicated clauses.

In fact, she had no interest in studying these details; all she could think about was Lin Jin.

Thinking about the dowry that the capable woman mentioned, it turned out she wanted to give him all these houses, cars, and shares that, when converted, were worth an unknown amount of money.

But these things were earned by her lover through seven years of hard work and overcoming numerous hardships. They shouldn't be replaced by a perfunctory thank you and handed to her.

She loved Lin Jin, the Lin Jin who was wildly crazy and lawless when in love, the Lin Jin stripped of material adornments, the Lin Jin so fragile that she was afraid of thunder in the rainy night, not the countless zeros in Lin Jin's bank account.

At first, no one noticed that Cheng Sangluo was acting strangely, until the speed at which she signed the papers seemed a bit odd. So the lawyer sitting opposite her gave his assistant a wink.

The assistant lawyer silently took two steps forward, craning his neck to look in the direction of the agreement, and exclaimed in surprise, "Ms. Cheng, you...you can't do this...this..."

"What's wrong?" Secretary Zhou walked over quickly at the sound of the voice, and when he turned to look at the agreement in Cheng Sangluo's hand, he felt his vision go black and black again.

What was that guy doing, burying his head in his hands for so long? Turns out he was scribbling on the agreement!

Cheng Sangluo didn't seem to think anything of it, and even held up the agreement to show Secretary Zhou, "How is it? Isn't it well drawn?"

Good heavens! This person drew a big heart where the contract should be signed, and only left three words below: I don't want it.

Secretary Zhou rubbed his forehead and twitched his lips, unsure whether to praise him or not.

She suddenly realized that she had underestimated Cheng Sangluo's true nature; it turned out that this guy didn't care about his vast assets at all.

"How's the matter going?"

A cold, indifferent question suddenly rang out in the empty conference room.

The tone was extremely soft, yet carried an undeniable authority, drawing everyone's attention to the doorway and creating a silent tension.

Lin Jin's meeting was still ongoing; he was probably waiting for the directors' responses, so he took the opportunity to come and check on the progress of signing the agreement.

When Cheng Sangluo saw his wife suddenly arrive, he quickly grabbed the agreement, scurried over to her, and showed it to her, laughing heartily, "Oh dear, things aren't going smoothly!"

Lin Jin looked at the doodles and words of rejection on the paper, pursed her lips and bit her cheek, but thankfully she didn't lose her temper.

She put one hand on her hip, waved the other to the others, and ordered, "You all go out first."

As if granted a pardon, Secretary Zhou and the lawyers all escaped the space with its suddenly low air pressure in the blink of an eye.

Once they were alone in the room, Cheng Sangluo's feigned laughter vanished instantly.

She leaned against the table with a sullen face, threw the agreement away like trash, and didn't say a word.

Lin Jin also had a dark expression, watching her lover vent his anger, and let out a helpless sigh: "These...don't you like them...?"

"You often ask me what kind of person I think you are. Today I also want to ask you, what kind of person am I in your eyes?" Cheng Sangluo said calmly, reaching out to grab Lin Jin's arm and gradually clasping her fingertips.

She covered her slightly cool hand with her hand and gently rubbed it against her face, her eyes filled with tenderness. "It doesn't matter how rich or powerful you are. I, Cheng Sangluo, love you, Lin Jin, only Lin Jin."

Even if you go bankrupt one day, I will stand by you through thick and thin. Even if we live in poverty, I will support you with my own hands.

I understand that you want to give me more than just material things; you want to build a sense of security around them. But you know what? I don't need any of that.

If you really want to give me something, then give me a promise—that you will never leave me, except in the face of life and death.

You should know that this promise is much harder to fulfill than anything you've given me; it takes a lifetime to complete. Do you dare?

"Giving up so much wealth, yet only wanting an empty promise? Who in the world is as foolish as you?" Lin Jin choked with emotion, her palm caressing her lover's face, and silently took a step forward. "Why wouldn't I dare? I promised to never let you go in this life, didn't I already make that promise to you?"

Having received a satisfactory answer, Cheng Sangluo smiled faintly.

She embraced her lover tightly, pleading sincerely and humbly: "I'm not greedy, I only ask that you stay well, don't have any suicidal thoughts, and don't feel a sense of loss or emptiness. I will always be by your side, unconditionally protecting you, taking care of you, accepting you, and loving you... Don't try to prove how much you love me anymore, because all my love for you comes from your nurturing."

Lin Jin liked these sweet words and buried her face in the puppy's arms, listening to her heartbeat. But then she pouted and said, "What am I going to do? You've returned all the betrothal gifts I prepared. How am I supposed to marry you now?"

Cheng Sangluo laughed heartily and joked, "Discount! Discount! An epic discount mechanism! Not 88,000 or 8,800, now you can marry Luoluo for only 8.8 yuan."

"I'll say it again, no jokes during this emotional moment!" Lin Jin said irritably, tapping the puppy's mouth and quickly giving it a kiss to prevent it from ruining the remaining warmth. "Since the meeting hasn't continued yet, you have a little time to kiss me now. Want to satisfy your craving?"

"Of course..." Cheng Sangluo hurriedly put his arm around his wife's waist and used the momentum to turn her around, easily helping her to sit down at the table. "I'm more anxious than you think..."

The young couple paid no attention to the waiting crowd outside; all they wanted to do was kiss and kiss to capture every fleeting second.

The view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a stunning seascape, but it couldn't compare to the shimmering colors reflected on the glass.

That kiss, passionate, lingering, chaotic, and unwilling to end.

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