Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 195; Executive meeting 12

Lu Zeyan signed.

His hand moved across the first signature line without hesitation, the same distracted scrawl he’d been producing for the past five minutes. Then the second signature line. Then he reached for his personal company stamp, the carved seal that sat in a holder on the boardroom’s side cabinet, accessible for exactly these kinds of situations, and pressed it firmly onto the designated spaces.

Once.

Twice.

Three times for the various authorization boxes.

The red ink impression bloomed on the paper, official and irreversible.

Ting Fei felt a rush of triumph but kept his expression professionally neutral. "Perfect. Thank you, President Lu."

He whisked the share transfer forms away immediately, smoothly, replacing them with another legitimate document before Lu Zeyan could focus enough to question what he’d just signed.

They continued through the rest of the stack, three more genuine administrative documents that actually did need presidential authorization, which Ting Fei had deliberately included to make the entire process appear legitimate and routine.

Finally, the folder was empty, every document signed and stamped.

"That’s everything," Ting Fei said, organizing the papers back into the folder with efficient movements. "I’ll get these to Legal for processing. Thank you for handling this so quickly, President Lu. I know today has been... difficult."

Lu Zeyan waved him away with a distracted gesture, already sinking back into his thousand-yard stare, his mind returning to the disaster of the board meeting and his father’s disappointment.

He had no idea what he’d just signed.

No idea that buried among the routine administrative paperwork were documents transferring fifteen percent of his personal shareholdings to Lin Shuyin.

No idea that his company stamp, his official, legally binding seal, had just authorized a transfer worth tens of millions of yuan.

Ting Fei moved toward the door, maintaining his professional pace, not rushing, not drawing attention to himself.

"President Lu," he said quietly, pausing at the door. "For what it’s worth... I think today’s decisions will ultimately prove to be wise ones. Sometimes compromise is the strongest position."

Lu Zeyan didn’t respond, lost in his own head, and Ting Fei left him there, alone, defeated, and completely unaware that he’d just been robbed in plain sight.

The moment the boardroom door closed behind him, Ting Fei allowed himself a small smile.

He’d done it.

Shuyin had predicted the opportunity perfectly. Lu Zeyan was in a vulnerable, dissociated state, his defenses down, his mind too overwhelmed to properly process routine administrative tasks. And she’d been absolutely right.

The share transfer forms were buried in his folder, signed and stamped with Lu Zeyan’s personal seal, completely legal and binding.

By the time Lu Zeyan realized what he’d actually authorized, if he ever did realize, buried as the forms were among dozens of other documents, it would be too late. The shares would already be transferred, registered with the appropriate authorities, and officially recorded in Lin Shuyin’s name.

Fifteen percent of Lu Zeyan’s personal holdings in the Lu Group Southern Branch.

Worth approximately eighty million yuan at current valuation.

Transferred in under ten minutes through nothing but psychological manipulation and perfect timing.

Ting Fei made his way back to Shuyin’s office, his steps measured and professional, his expression revealing nothing to the employees he passed in the corridors.

But inside, he was celebrating.

This was masterful work.

This was the kind of strategic manipulation that would become legendary if anyone ever found out the full details, which they wouldn’t, because discretion was part of the art.

He entered Shuyin’s office and found her exactly where he’d left her, sitting at her desk with the children nearby, projecting calm confidence while her mind worked through contingencies and next moves.

She looked up as he entered, her jade eyes sharp and questioning.

Ting Fei simply smiled and placed the folder on her desk, opening it to reveal the signed and stamped share transfer forms.

"Done," he said quietly. "Signed, stamped, and completely legal. He has no idea what he just authorized."

Shuyin stared at the documents for a long moment, almost not believing it could have been that easy.

But there they were, Lu Zeyan’s signatures, messy and distracted but legally valid. His personal company stamp, pressed firmly into the red ink boxes, official and irreversible.

Transferring fifteen percent of his personal shareholdings in Lu Group Southern Branch to Lin Shuyin, effective immediately upon filing with the corporate registry.

"He just... signed them?" she asked, picking up the forms to examine them more closely. "Without reading?"

"Without reading," Ting Fei confirmed, his voice carrying satisfaction and professional pride. "I buried them in a stack of legitimate administrative documents. Framed the whole thing as routine compliance paperwork that Legal needed to be processed before the end of business. He signed seven documents in total, six of which were real board minutes and committee updates, completely legitimate. The share transfer forms were numbers four and five in the sequence."

He settled into the chair across from her desk, relaxing slightly now that the high-wire act was complete.

"He was perfect for it," Ting Fei continued. "Completely dissociated. Still processing what happened in the board meeting. His mind was a thousand miles away. I could have probably gotten him to sign over his entire company if I’d pushed it, but that would have been too much, someone would have noticed and challenged it. Fifteen percent is significant but not so extreme that it screams fraud."

Shuyin set the documents down carefully, reverently almost, and then started laughing.

Not the polite, controlled laughter of someone maintaining a professional facade, but genuine, delighted laughter that came from deep in her chest. The kind of laughter that spoke to the sheer audacity of what they’d just pulled off.

"This is..." she managed between laughs, "this is possibly the most elegantly executed theft I’ve ever been part of. He literally handed over eighty million yuan worth of shares because he was too distracted to read paperwork."

To be fair," Ting Fei said with a slight smile....