Chapter 68: Um, I'm Here

Because this shouldn't have been delayed this long before being mentioned.

But she thought over and over, and still had to say it.

Song Huan Yan looked at the handsome, striking man on the screen and said, "I should have told you this from the start; bringing it up now sounds a bit like after‑the‑fact criticism."

Nan Gong Yu raised an eyebrow, "No problem, go ahead."

Song Huan Yan pressed her lips together, "This should have been done before we got the marriage certificate, but at the time… I didn't think of it, only later realized. Then you were always quite busy, so it got delayed until now."

Nan Gong Yu said, "I understand what you mean. So what exactly is it?"

Song Huan Yan replied, "A prenuptial property notarization."

Nan Gong Yu was momentarily stunned.

He truly hadn't expected Song Huan Yan to bring this up.

Nan Gong Yu couldn't help but smile lightly.

Song Huan Yan hurriedly said, "Of course, bringing this up now is a bit ridiculous; you've already sent the Betrothal Gifts, which is why I'm mentioning it. But I think it still needs to be said—once you're free from this busy spell, we'll handle the notarization."

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, his tone cool yet rather gentle, "Huan Yan. We are already husband and wife; I, Nan Gong Yu, do not need any property notarization to marry."

This left Song Huan Yan stunned.

The property notarization should have been done before the certificate, but doing it later is also fine.

He gave a lot of Betrothal Gifts, but those can be accounted for separately.

However, his subordinate enterprises are numerous, and the Yu Huang Group is especially paramount—extremely massive.

If we don't notarize…

Nan Gong Yu loosened his tie a bit, looking at her, "Did I do something wrong that made you think this way?"

"No, not at all." Song Huan Yan quickly shook her hand, paused, then added, "You're wonderful."

A hint of smile appeared on Nan Gong Yu's cool, handsome face, "Then don't have that thought. From the moment you agreed, the Imperial Emperor has half become yours."

His words surprised Song Huan Yan; her heartbeat couldn't stay calm, racing a bit.

Imperial Emperor… half belongs to her?

Seeing her astonished expression, Nan Gong Yu's smile deepened, "Once we get the certificate stamped, it takes effect. I don't need a property notarization to guard against my own wife."

Song Huan Yan listened, quite shocked.

She hadn't expected Nan Gong Yu's next words to shock her even more.

He sat there, cool and composed, steady as a rock, "Even if our marriage encounters trouble, I can still give you that half."

Song Huan Yan drew in breath; even though she is usually calm and steady, she was now too startled to speak.

She just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at him.

So…

She didn't marry a man; she married the God of Wealth, right?

So generous it's outrageous!

The big boss's scope truly is vast.

Song Huan Yan was left dumbfounded.

In front of him, she sometimes really feels like an elementary student.

She still thought that bringing up the property notarization was commendable, showing her broad outlook and that she didn't covet anything from Nan Gong Yu.

She indeed doesn't need to covet anything from him.

But she didn't expect Nan Gong Yu to make her understand what "scope" really means.

She even felt an impulse to stop calling him "Lord Yu" and instead call him "God of Wealth" in the future.

Seeing her dazed, Nan Gong Yu's eyes held even more smile as he reminded her, "Huan Yan."

Song Huan Yan snapped back to herself, but didn't know what to say.

She experienced for the first time the speechless feeling Song Huaiguo had when he received the merger contract…

"Um, I'm here." Song Huan Yan could only answer with those words.

Nan Gong Yu's gaze lingered, he smiled lightly, and said, "Your answer truly puts me at ease, madam."

Song Huan Yan realized for the first time that she was a bit tongue‑tied in front of Nan Gong Yu.

She still didn't know what to say, so she prompted, "Aren't you supposed to be busy?"

Nan Gong Yu, "You want me to go be busy?"

It seemed that every time she never spoke a few more words to him, as if always fearing to delay him.

"No." Song Huan Yan pressed her lips, a bit embarrassed, especially given his exceedingly handsome face, "Just afraid of getting in the way of your important matters."

"Important matters are indeed crucial," Nan Gong Yu's gaze fixed on her face, "but important matters aren't only work. Accompanying one's wife is also important."

Song Huan Yan felt her face heat up a bit again, quickly readjusted, and replied, "Um."

Nan Gong Yu only then recalled that she not only constantly feared delaying his busy work, but also had never asked when he would return to the country.

Also…

Thinking of that, Nan Gong Yu said, "Haven't you gone shopping or eating out with friends these past days?"

Song Huan Yan didn't know why he suddenly asked that, guessing it was just small talk.

She answered honestly, "Yes. Shopping and meals."

Tang Chenge had been on a week‑long break, and when he couldn't stay idle, he dragged her and Sang Wan out twice.

Upon hearing that, Nan Gong Yu slightly raised an eyebrow, "Then why haven't I received any expense reports?"

Song Huan Yan was momentarily stunned, "Huh?"

Nan Gong Yu said, "You're using your own card, not the one I gave you, right?"

Song Huan Yan rubbed her hair, "It doesn't matter whose it is."

"Not the same." Nan Gong Yu said, "Starting tomorrow you'll use the one I gave you. Don't use your own; keep it as private savings."

Song Huan Yan widened her eyes slightly, "This …"

Before she could say anything, Nan Gong Yu said, "Huan Yan, you make me feel as if I still don't have a wife."

Song Huan Yan, " …"

"You mean … you didn't use your money?"

"Mm." Nan Gong Yu nodded.

Song Huan Yan: " …"

Song Huan Yan was for a moment both bewildered and amused.

Nan Gong Yu asked again, "Will you use it, Huan Yan?"

Song Huan Yan couldn't help but turn her head aside and smile, then turned back and said earnestly, "Use it!"

"Alright." Nan Gong Yu nodded, a smile lingering at the corners of his lips.

At that moment, Chu Yue arrived, bowed respectfully to Nan Gong Yu and reported, "Imperial Emperor, the meeting will start shortly."

Nan Gong Yu nodded.

Chu Yue looked at the screen, but Song Huan Yan wasn't looking at her at all; her gaze stayed on Nan Gong Yu's face, and she said, "Then you should go and get busy."

Nan Gong Yu said little else, simply, "Fine. Rest early."

"Mm." Song Huan Yan reached to hang up the phone.

Nan Gong Yu suddenly said, "Madam, did you forget something?"

Song Huan Yan was startled for a moment, then remembered, "Oh, the good‑night kiss?"

Even though they video‑call every day, Nan Gong Yu doesn't expect a good‑night kiss every night.

However, he never asked for it, and Song Huan Yan never initiated it either.

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, "Mm, good night."

After speaking, she placed her hand on her lips and gave a good‑night kiss.

Only then did Nan Gong Yu say, "Hang up."

Song Huan Yan hung up, leaned back and lay on the bed.

So like that, half of the Imperial Emperor is now hers?

Even a divorce is given?

…Feels like a dream.

Nan Gong Yu stood up, preparing to go to the meeting.

Chu Yue said, "Young Madam doesn't even look forward to your return to the country? If Miss Leng had been here, she would have flown over to keep you company."

Nan Gong Yu ignored her entirely, but said to Meng Zhangfeng, "Compress the schedule; return to the country in two weeks. Also, prepare to restructure the company, shifting focus back home. For now, let Guo Xing and Xu Yunzheng handle the overseas side."

Meng Zhangfeng lowered his head, "Yes. Imperial Emperor wants to return to accompany Young Madam?"

Nan Gong Yu stepped forward, "How can you say accompany? After marrying a wife, you can't still be like a monk."

Meng Zhangfeng pursed his mouth in a smile, keeping pace with Nan Gong Yu, "Yes, yes, yes, Imperial Emperor is absolutely right!"

Young Madam is Kyoto's Top Beauty, already taken home; who could bear to let her stay alone in an empty room!

Chu Yue was furious.

She reached out and pinched Meng Zhangfeng, whispering, "What exactly does Song Huan Yan have that she hasn't done anything for Imperial Emperor, why does he consider everything for her?"

Meng Zhangfeng winced in pain, not wanting to argue further with Chu Yue, and said, "Just because she married Imperial Emperor!"

Chu Yue didn't understand at all.

Meng Zhangfeng quickened his stride to match Nan Gong Yu's, finding Chu Yue unreasonable.

Or perhaps many women are unreasonable?

Also, like Leng Bai Wei …

Imperial Emperor even proactively proposed marriage, yet faced three refusals and four obstacles, with many demands.

A normal man would think, "Since you don't want to be with me, then it's over."

Let alone a man as lofty as Imperial Emperor?

Some things, after one or two times, never happen again.

So … Song Huan Yan married directly; even an ordinary man would cherish her a few more times.

This person mustn't underestimate herself, but also not think too highly of herself.

Leng Bai Wei has always wanted Imperial Emperor not only to bow his head for her, but also to bend over for her.

She probably still clings to that idea now, so she still puts on a self‑righteous lofty demeanor, waiting for Imperial Emperor to regret having taken her back.

If she knew Imperial Emperor is already married, she'd probably be so angry she'd spit blood?

There's not much to say about those who wrong Imperial Emperor; although Leng Bai Wei didn't betray, she still abandoned!

Imperial Emperor has already wasted so much time for her, giving her enough, yet she greedily wants more, wants everything!

Look how wonderful Young Madam is, yet she never asked for it proactively.

After a week of rest, Qiao An's facial wound had healed.

This week, besides initially going to the hospital to get medicine, she then stayed in Qin Zi Mo's Bieshu.

Now the two are truly brazen, confident that before reconciliation, Song Huan Yan won't come here without reason.

But it's not just Qiao An; Qin Zi Mo's parents, Qin Jiao Jiao, and Li Zihang with his son have also moved into the Bieshu.

The detached Bieshu is spacious and luxurious, situated in a high‑end villa district, far more upscale than ordinary apartment complexes.

Qin Jiao Jiao considers herself a star, so she believes she ought to live in a house like this!

That afternoon, the family was having dinner.

Qin Zi Mo is now facing a very severe problem.

That is... he has no money.

All the money went to Song Huan Yan.

He previously got a few ten‑thousands of yuan from his parents for daily expenses.

But as a distinguished movie star, how could that amount of money be enough?

Two days ago, he accidentally backed into a flowerbed, and the car repair cost over twenty thousand.

What's more depressing is that today the Bieshu's property management fee is due.

The Bieshu's management fee isn't cheap; it's one hundred and twenty thousand a year, payable in a lump sum.

How could he possibly afford it?

He can only tell Qiao An, "Later, transfer some money to me, first send three million."

Three million should be enough for a while.

Qiao An was sipping soup, startled enough to almost spit it out, "What did you say??"

Before, it was always Qin Zi Mo who spent money on her.

He would transfer a 52,000‑yuan love account, buy a bag costing a few hundred thousand, and such.

Now he actually asks her for money?

"What do you mean?" Qiao An asked, "Where's your money?"

Qin Zi Mo, frustrated, replied, "It's all given to Yan Yan."

When Qiao An heard that, she instantly flared up, slamming the table in anger, "Are you crazy? Why would you give the money to her? All of it??"

Song Huan Yan had already given her such a humiliation, and Qin Zi Mo gave all the money to her too?

Qiao An felt so angry that she could barely catch her breath.

She's going crazy, she really is going crazy!

Song Huan Yan!

You vicious old woman, why don't you hurry up and die!

It'd be best if you got hit by a car and died early!