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"You need to understand that even without the role of a father, we can still raise a child after they are born." The father lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the floating tea leaves in the cup, his expression inscrutable and ambiguous. Shen Yulin knew that if he did not show enough sincerity, this conversation would likely come to an end. Resolutely, he pulled out a thick stack of documents from his briefcase behind him.
"Uncle, this contains 45% of my shares in Yuxing Corporation located in New York, 10% of my shares in Chengxing Group, as well as a total of six properties and three shops located in New York, the capital, B City, and this city..." Shen Yulin explained in detail while skillfully laying out the documents one by one on the coffee table. His father and Uncle looked at him with confusion, finding his actions quite perplexing. The father furrowed his brow and examined the documents on the table. "What do you mean by this?"
"Uncle, this is my sincerity. I want to transfer all these assets to Xingxing as a guarantee for her and the child's future." Shen Yulin's gaze was firm and sincere. After a moment of silence, his father asked, "Do you think this can compensate for the harm you've done to Xiao Fan?"
"I know it's not enough, but I will prove my change through my actions. Please give me a chance to take care of them," Shen Yulin pleaded earnestly. At that moment, Uncle interjected, "Quickly put these away; we see your intentions. This concerns Xiao Fan's happiness after all. We need time to consider it, but most importantly, it's about what Xiao Fan thinks; her decision is what matters."
Shen Yulin nodded. "I understand. Uncle, I want to seek your consent first. I hope you can give me another chance to seriously consider my proposal." After saying that, he stood up to leave.
As Shen Yulin walked out of his aunt's house, he felt heavy-hearted yet filled with anticipation. He knew he had a long way to go to win Xingxing back.
After Shen Yulin left, his father and Uncle sat in silence for a long time, as if time had frozen. The tea in the cup had long cooled down and lost its warmth, yet they seemed oblivious to it, staring blankly at the documents left by Shen Yulin on the coffee table, their thoughts drifting far away.
The room was filled with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere that felt suffocating. The father's once resolute face now appeared haggard, revealing fatigue and worry in his eyes; Uncle pressed his lips tightly together and furrowed his brow as if deep in thought. They sat there motionless like two statues, only occasionally broken by sighs that disrupted the silence. The documents on the coffee table felt like a heavy burden pressing down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.
When Aunt arrived home and opened the door, she saw the two men maintaining a strange posture. Filled with suspicion, she approached them and her gaze fell upon the thick stack of documents on the coffee table. With uncertainty, she reached out her trembling hand and began flipping through them one by one.
As she read further, her face grew paler until finally she looked up at Uncle with shock written all over her face and asked tremulously, "What... what is this?"
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