Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Then, she brought a pen downstairs.

Ding Yan’s facial color was very poor. Ning Shu gave the contract to Mother Ding, who swiftly signed it.

She pushed it to Ding Yan. He grabbed the pen, about to sign, then stopped.

Mother Ding mocked, “Changing your mind?”

Ding Yan asked, “If I transfer the shares, how do I know you’ll divorce?”

“Dad, the divorce terms are included. Want me to draft another divorce agreement?” Ning Shu asked.

“You’re quite eager.” Ding Yan seemed to have issues with everyone now.

“You asked me to convince my mother to divorce you; I did. I didn’t argue or make trouble, I helped with everything, but now you’re blaming me.”

“Feels like being your daughter is quite hard.” Ning Shu sighed helplessly.

Ding Yan wanted to hit Ning Shu upon seeing her aggrieved look.

Her persuasion cost him thirty percent of his shares!

However, Bai Hanmo was pressuring him to get divorced. Bai Hanmo planned to marry Ding Ningdie after she was discharged from the hospital, so her identity issue had to be resolved by Dan.

Ding Yan felt very conflicted. He was happy seeing that Bai Hanmo cared about his daughter.

But losing thirty percent of his shares felt like a knife cutting into his heart.

However, he had to give up something to get something.

“What are you waiting for? Go draft the divorce agreement!” Ding Yan roared at Ning Shu.

Ning Shu drafted two agreements, and Mother Ding and Ding Yan signed the share transfer and divorce agreements simultaneously.

Mother Ding and Ding Yan were now officially divorced.

Ning Shu breathed a sigh of relief. Now Mother Ding held quite a lot of the shares and would have more influence.

Ding Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked, “When are you moving out?”

Mother Ding collected the documents and said without looking at Ding Yan, “I can move out right away.”

Afterward, Mother Ding packed up all her belongings, including jewelry, valuables, and even bath lotion and shampoo.

She slashed the bed sheets and duvet covers and smashed the large furniture.

Hearing the commotion, Ding Yan went upstairs only to see that the room was a total mess. He rubbed his brows, “Can’t you not do this?”

“These things were arranged by me when I had free time. I don’t want that woman using my things. I find it disgusting.”

“Fine, fine. Do as you please.” Ding Yan waved his hand. He also had no expectation for Mother Ding to be affectionate towards him anymore.

Ning Shu packed her belongings and went downstairs with Mother Ding, dragging her suitcase.

“You’re leaving too?” Ding Yan asked Ning Shu.

“Of course I’m leaving with my mother. Could it be that I should stay?” Ning Shu shrugged, held Mother Ding’s hand, and they walked out of the living room, heads held high.

Unlike the original storyline, where they were miserably driven out, Ning Shu drove a car out from the garage and took Mother Ding to the rented house.

“How many shares do we have now?” Ning Shu asked Mother Ding.

“Compared to your father’s, it’s still less. Your father has the most shares, and the rest are scattered among several major shareholders.

“We’ve been buying shares from small shareholders.”

“Little by little, we’ll get there,” Ning Shu said lightly. “And didn’t Dad give us a check?”

“This money will definitely buy a lot of shares.”

“If not, we’ll directly buy from stock investors. Even if it’s just a few, every bit counts.”