His Side Chick Made Him Dump Me… 100 Times! Now Watch Him Beg! - Chapter 83: Chapter 83
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"Who?"
"Marcus!" Riley lowered her voice, suppressing laughter. "With a woman, on a blind date! From the looks of it, they were talking pretty seriously!"
I raised an eyebrow, not surprised.
Given Marcus's shrewdness and pragmatism, he wouldn't stay single for long.
"And then?"
"Here's the good part!" Riley leaned in, eyes gleaming. "The woman looked young but was definitely a tough cookie! I pretended to walk by and heard her tell Marcus—"
Riley cleared her throat, mimicking a calm yet assertive tone:
"'Mr. Thompson, I have some understanding of your financial situation and previous marriage. Regarding the fifty-fifty system, I'm personally open to it, but it must be based on a more fair and comprehensive foundation.'
'I've studied the FamilyBalance app developed by your ex-wife Ms. Evelyn Parker. Its contribution value quantification system is quite enlightening.'
'Therefore, if we decide to develop our relationship further, I require a detailed prenuptial agreement and implementation of the FamilyBalance app to record household contribution values.'
'Clear division of labor: household work calculated at market labor hourly rates; childcare responsibilities quantified proportionally; personal career development opportunity costs must be considered; additionally, career interruption, physical depletion, and health risks from childbearing require a special compensation fund, pre-allocated based on maximum potential losses...'
'All contribution values and pre-allocated compensation will be settled monthly, openly and transparently. If future joint property division or compensation is involved, this will serve as the basis.'"
Riley finished her imitation, laughing until she couldn't stand straight: "Haha! Evie, you should have seen Marcus's face! Green as could be! Like he'd swallowed a toad! The girl even pulled out her phone, ready to download FamilyBalance for him right there!"
I couldn't help laughing too.
Imagining Marcus's thunderstruck expression when faced with prenuptial terms even more detailed and "fair" than my old "breastfeeding compensation list."
Truly... what goes around comes around.
"What happened next?" I asked.
"Next?"
Riley shrugged.
"Marcus seemed to find an excuse and bolted to the bathroom? Anyway, the girl sat there alone, leisurely drinking her coffee and looking at her phone, probably researching the next version of contract terms? God, there's always someone better out there!"
Just then, my assistant knocked and entered: "Ms. Parker, there's a lady here for a consultation appointment. She wants to discuss a custom enterprise version of FamilyBalance. She says a friend recommended her, surname... Suvian."
"Please have her wait in the small conference room. I'll be right there," I instructed.
After adjusting my clothes, I headed to the small conference room.
Opening the door, a young woman in a cream-colored suit stood up. Her makeup was exquisite, her demeanor sharp and professional.
She smiled and extended her hand: "Hello, Ms. Parker. I've heard so much about you. I'm Sophia Suvian."
Her smile was confident and composed, her gaze sharp.
I shook her hand, instantly understanding who Riley's "tough cookie" was.
"Ms. Suvian, hello. So glad to see you!"
I gestured for her to sit down. "My assistant mentioned you're interested in our enterprise custom version?"
"Yes." Sophia opened her tablet and pulled up a document.
"I personally strongly agree with FamilyBalance's philosophy. I believe clear, explicit rules and quantifiable contribution systems are the foundation of stability in any cooperative relationship, especially marriage."
She pushed the tablet toward me, displaying an extremely detailed, rigorously structured prenuptial agreement framework.
"I want to customize a proprietary FamilyBalance system module for my fiancé and myself, embedding all the rights, responsibilities, and compensation mechanisms we both agree on, achieving truly dynamic fairness."
She paused, her smile meaningful. "Oh, I forgot to mention—you probably know my fiancé. His name is Marcus Thompson."
I looked at the agreement framework on her screen that could be called a "Marriage Cooperation Operations Manual."
Then I looked up at her calm, rational, supremely controlled gaze.
Suddenly I felt that Marcus's future days would probably be very, very "fulfilling."
"No problem, Ms. Suvian." I took the tablet, my smile sincere and professional.
"FamilyBalance's mission is to help every family find their own clear boundaries and fair balance points."
"We'll definitely do our best to meet your needs."
Outside the window, the sunlight was perfect.
It illuminated the FamilyBalance app logo on the conference table—a heart shape formed by two semicircles embracing each other, with a clear but gentle connecting line in the middle.
Symbolizing independence, and also connection.
Within boundaries lay one's own territory.
Beyond boundaries was the space for shared dance.
This, perhaps, was what fairness truly looked like.
"Marcus!" Riley lowered her voice, suppressing laughter. "With a woman, on a blind date! From the looks of it, they were talking pretty seriously!"
I raised an eyebrow, not surprised.
Given Marcus's shrewdness and pragmatism, he wouldn't stay single for long.
"And then?"
"Here's the good part!" Riley leaned in, eyes gleaming. "The woman looked young but was definitely a tough cookie! I pretended to walk by and heard her tell Marcus—"
Riley cleared her throat, mimicking a calm yet assertive tone:
"'Mr. Thompson, I have some understanding of your financial situation and previous marriage. Regarding the fifty-fifty system, I'm personally open to it, but it must be based on a more fair and comprehensive foundation.'
'I've studied the FamilyBalance app developed by your ex-wife Ms. Evelyn Parker. Its contribution value quantification system is quite enlightening.'
'Therefore, if we decide to develop our relationship further, I require a detailed prenuptial agreement and implementation of the FamilyBalance app to record household contribution values.'
'Clear division of labor: household work calculated at market labor hourly rates; childcare responsibilities quantified proportionally; personal career development opportunity costs must be considered; additionally, career interruption, physical depletion, and health risks from childbearing require a special compensation fund, pre-allocated based on maximum potential losses...'
'All contribution values and pre-allocated compensation will be settled monthly, openly and transparently. If future joint property division or compensation is involved, this will serve as the basis.'"
Riley finished her imitation, laughing until she couldn't stand straight: "Haha! Evie, you should have seen Marcus's face! Green as could be! Like he'd swallowed a toad! The girl even pulled out her phone, ready to download FamilyBalance for him right there!"
I couldn't help laughing too.
Imagining Marcus's thunderstruck expression when faced with prenuptial terms even more detailed and "fair" than my old "breastfeeding compensation list."
Truly... what goes around comes around.
"What happened next?" I asked.
"Next?"
Riley shrugged.
"Marcus seemed to find an excuse and bolted to the bathroom? Anyway, the girl sat there alone, leisurely drinking her coffee and looking at her phone, probably researching the next version of contract terms? God, there's always someone better out there!"
Just then, my assistant knocked and entered: "Ms. Parker, there's a lady here for a consultation appointment. She wants to discuss a custom enterprise version of FamilyBalance. She says a friend recommended her, surname... Suvian."
"Please have her wait in the small conference room. I'll be right there," I instructed.
After adjusting my clothes, I headed to the small conference room.
Opening the door, a young woman in a cream-colored suit stood up. Her makeup was exquisite, her demeanor sharp and professional.
She smiled and extended her hand: "Hello, Ms. Parker. I've heard so much about you. I'm Sophia Suvian."
Her smile was confident and composed, her gaze sharp.
I shook her hand, instantly understanding who Riley's "tough cookie" was.
"Ms. Suvian, hello. So glad to see you!"
I gestured for her to sit down. "My assistant mentioned you're interested in our enterprise custom version?"
"Yes." Sophia opened her tablet and pulled up a document.
"I personally strongly agree with FamilyBalance's philosophy. I believe clear, explicit rules and quantifiable contribution systems are the foundation of stability in any cooperative relationship, especially marriage."
She pushed the tablet toward me, displaying an extremely detailed, rigorously structured prenuptial agreement framework.
"I want to customize a proprietary FamilyBalance system module for my fiancé and myself, embedding all the rights, responsibilities, and compensation mechanisms we both agree on, achieving truly dynamic fairness."
She paused, her smile meaningful. "Oh, I forgot to mention—you probably know my fiancé. His name is Marcus Thompson."
I looked at the agreement framework on her screen that could be called a "Marriage Cooperation Operations Manual."
Then I looked up at her calm, rational, supremely controlled gaze.
Suddenly I felt that Marcus's future days would probably be very, very "fulfilling."
"No problem, Ms. Suvian." I took the tablet, my smile sincere and professional.
"FamilyBalance's mission is to help every family find their own clear boundaries and fair balance points."
"We'll definitely do our best to meet your needs."
Outside the window, the sunlight was perfect.
It illuminated the FamilyBalance app logo on the conference table—a heart shape formed by two semicircles embracing each other, with a clear but gentle connecting line in the middle.
Symbolizing independence, and also connection.
Within boundaries lay one's own territory.
Beyond boundaries was the space for shared dance.
This, perhaps, was what fairness truly looked like.
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