9
Divorce Agreement
The next morning, YunTu was buzzing with activity.
YunAI had passed the latest algorithm performance test and would soon be deployed across various intelligent systems under YunTu’s umbrella.
Director Chen was beaming with delight.
Last night, he had asked his wife and learned that Qin Ruoshi was recommended by President Fu and was highly likely to become the next Mrs. Fu.
On top of that, several large corporations had extended olive branches, expressing interest in reserving the usage rights for YunTu’s newly developed intelligent office system.
It was truly a double blessing.
Director Chen made up his mind to cozy up to the Fu Corporation. He stepped out of his office and called, “Lin Yuxi, come in for a moment.”
Perhaps due to the continuous stream of good news, Director Chen was in high spirits and seemed to have forgotten yesterday’s threat.
Lin Yuxi stood in front of his desk, her tone indifferent. “What is it?”
Director Chen took out a folder and slid it toward her. “Make a trip to the Fu Corporation and deliver this document to President Fu’s chief assistant.”
Lin Yuxi glanced down at it.
It was the usage authorization agreement for YunTu’s intelligent office system.
He could have easily sent a courier, yet he was making a full-time employee deliver a contract. What a penny-pinching miser.
“Qin Ruoshi just joined the company. Why not send her?”
Director Chen frowned. “Do you know who Qin Ruoshi is? If we send her, will anyone in the R&D department even show up for work tomorrow?”
Lin Yuxi understood immediately.
It seemed Director Chen had already figured out who Qin Ruoshi’s backer was.
After a moment of thought, Lin Yuxi spoke up. “I can deliver it, but I want to participate in next month’s promotion evaluation.”
By convention, the R&D department promoted half of its employees every year.
But Lin Yuxi hadn’t received a promotion or a raise in seven years.
Director Chen always used excuses like her lack of experience or her being a single mother unable to fully commit to work to exclude her from the annual promotion evaluations.
She had expected to be rejected again, but to her surprise, Director Chen agreed without hesitation. “Fine.”
The sun must be rising from the west today.
When he heard no movement, Director Chen looked up. “Still here?”
Lin Yuxi picked up the folder and turned to leave the office.
Director Chen watched her retreating figure and scoffed inwardly.
The promotion assessment consisted of a written test and a comprehensive evaluation. What did it matter if she performed well on the written test? The final score was still up to him.
At noon, Ji Chi finally managed to get the divorce agreement from Attorney Zhang.
President Fu had said to hurry.
And hurry he did.
In just one day, Attorney Zhang had prepared a complete agreement. Truly a master of his craft.
Ji Chi printed the agreement and was halfway through binding it when he received a call from the front desk downstairs. Someone from YunTu Tech had come to deliver a contract.
How strange.
Usually, these sycophantic contracts were handed over to the front desk by couriers and then compiled and sent up together.
Could it be that Miss Qin was using work as an excuse to visit President Fu?
“Please send them up,” Ji Chi said, setting the agreement aside and heading to the break room to get some water.
The elevator doors opened.
Lin Yuxi stepped out.
She had thought she could just drop off the document and leave, but it seemed the Fu Corporation valued YunTu so much that they wanted her to come up personally.
As she walked down the hallway, Lin Yuxi ran into Ji Chi head-on.
“Miss Lin?” Ji Chi’s tone was surprised.
He glanced down at the folder in Lin Yuxi’s hand and realized that the person YunTu had sent was not Qin Ruoshi.
Lin Yuxi handed over the usage authorization letter. “Assistant Ji, our director insisted that I deliver this to you in person. Please review it.”
“Alright.”
Ji Chi passed her a glass of water, then led her to his desk. He opened the folder and began examining the authorization document.
Lin Yuxi glanced around.
This was her first time on the top floor of the Fu Corporation, and the scale was even more impressive than she had imagined. The executive office alone spanned over a thousand square meters, with secretaries and assistants in suits diligently handling their tasks. Though busy, everything appeared orderly and systematic.
Her gaze returned to the desk, where a divorce agreement lay in the corner.
Black ink on white paper.
Every word was clear and distinct.
Lin Yuxi’s heart sank rapidly.
It seemed the lawyer had already sorted out the property division. In just a few days, this agreement would be sent to her.
Ji Chi skimmed through the authorization letter swiftly and looked up. “Miss Lin, the authorization letter is in order.”
Snapping back to reality, Lin Yuxi replied, “Okay.”
Noticing her gaze, Ji Chi suddenly realized the divorce agreement was still lying openly on the desk. His heart skipped a beat.
The agreement had just been drafted, and Miss Lin had already seen it. If Fu found out, he would surely be reprimanded for negligence.
As Ji Chi prepared to explain, he turned to find that Lin Yuxi had already disappeared into the elevator. Scratching his head, he stapled the divorce agreement together and tucked it into a stack of folders on the side.
…
Ten minutes later, Fu Tingchuan returned to his office and spotted the cooperation agreement from Yuntu among a pile of unprocessed documents.
Frowning, he pressed the intercom and summoned Ji Chi.
“President Fu.”
Fu Tingchuan tossed the Yuntu folder forward. “Reason?”
Ji Chi’s heart sank.
Such a contract was clearly beneath Fu’s standards—the Fu Corporation never dealt with half-finished projects. But Miss Qin was at Yuntu.
Fu had gifted her an apartment, arranged her employment, and even wore a ring. Shouldn’t he extend his affection to her workplace as well?
Not daring to delay, Ji Chi added, “The director of Yuntu’s R&D department sent Miss Lin to deliver it personally. They seem to value this cooperation highly.”
Fu Tingchuan’s fingers, which had been tapping the desk, stilled. “Where is she?”
Who? Miss Lin?
Ji Chi guessed, “She just left.”
Fu Tingchuan’s gaze lingered on the contract cover, as if lost in thought.
After a moment, he picked up a pen and, right in front of Ji Chi, signed his name at the end of the document.
Seeing this, Ji Chi breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu did care about Miss Qin after all.
Fu had always been profit-driven, focusing on returns rather than emotions. Though he had occasionally invested in Yuntu over their seven years of marriage, he had never shown any interest in Lin Yuxi’s career. This move was undoubtedly a concession for Miss Qin.
“President Fu, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
“Mm.”
Fu Tingchuan picked up the next folder, opened it, and his eyes froze abruptly.
“Wait.”
Ji Chi, already at the door, immediately turned back. “President Fu.”
Fu Tingchuan stared at the text, pondered for a few seconds, and after confirming he hadn’t suffered any memory loss, slid the folder forward.
“Explain.”
Ji Chi’s heart raced nervously as he cautiously asked, “Didn’t you ask Attorney Zhang last time to draft the divorce agreement?”
Fu Tingchuan raised a hand to massage his temples. “I was referring to the patent infringement case.”
Only then did Ji Chi understand.
He had done something foolish.
Indeed, if President Fu needed to draft a divorce agreement, he would naturally turn to his private legal team. Why would he need to involve Attorney Zhang from the company?
President Fu always valued his privacy.
Ji Chi bent forward in apology, “My apologies, President Fu. I will contact Attorney Zhang immediately and have him take charge of the patent infringement case.”
Fu Tingchuan handed over the divorce agreement. “Take it and shred it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ji Chi walked out with the folder in his arms, his steps slightly hesitant.
He wasn’t sure whether he should mention it—Miss Lin had just seen the divorce agreement.
But then he thought, whether she saw it sooner or later, it made no difference. Since President Fu hadn’t called off the divorce, Miss Lin would find out eventually.
After wrestling with the thought for a long time, Ji Chi ultimately swallowed his words.