Chapter 22 — After Being Evicted From Home, I Inherited 30 Million Yuan

Aunt Chau nodded.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I bought it myself.”

“Do you have two and a half million available?”

I took out the savings book my mother left behind.

“I haven't touched a penny of the money in here.”

The next day, I applied for transfer through the property transaction center. Priority purchasing rights of major shareholders. According to regulations, I have the priority to buy back at the listed price. When Tham Ba Chau received the notice... His face must have been worth seeing. He originally intended to bring outsiders in to make things difficult for me. Unexpectedly, I directly interrupted him. Three working days later, the transfer was completed. Cam Hoa Tu Phuong's share structure officially changed to: Tham Niem Hoa holds ninety-five percent. Phuong Tri Vien holds five percent. Every inch of Cam Hoa is clean. My uncle was completely eliminated from the game. His last trace in Cam Hoa was also erased. But humans have not disappeared. The night I completed the share change, I walked out of the asset trading center. On the steps in front of the door, I saw Tham Ba Chau. He stood alone under a streetlight. Still wearing that old beige khaki jacket. Her hair seemed a little more gray than the last time we met. Seeing me walk out, he didn't move. Just look at me.

“Nien Hoa.”

I stopped walking.

“These three years…”

“After your mother died, you did do some things you shouldn't have done.”

“But Cam Hoa is my mother's life.”

“At first… you really wanted to help me.”

“After that, the money transferred became more and more.”

“Even if I want to stop, I can't stop anymore.”

I looked at him. He bowed his head.

“If my mother knew you did these things…”

“She will hate you.”

Having finished speaking, he turned and left. Say nothing more. I stood on the steps, watching his back disappear at the end of the alley. Hands put in pockets. Touching that patched embroidered scarf. Mom once said... As a human being, you must not lose your roots. He lost his roots. But at least… He admitted it. This matter... I won't pursue it anymore. But that debt... I will remember it all my life. A week after my uncle left Cam Hoa... Chung Dao came to find me. Not to Cam Hoa. But to my private office. I rented a small studio space near Lam Tri Y's house to design new products. That afternoon, I was sitting in front of the embroidery frame folding test samples. The door was knocked three times. I thought I was a shipper. It's Chung Dao. No makeup. Hair tied in a simple ponytail. Don't wear that delicate little suit like last time. Just put on an old hoodie. She stood in front of the door looking at me.

“Can I come in?”

I didn't avoid the person who let her in. Just stand right at the door.

"What is up?"

Her lips tightened.

“Miss Niem Hoa…”

“The story at the exhibition that day, the share transfer story, and the articles on the internet…”

“Did Tam Ba Chau tell you to do it?”

She was silent. After a while, he replied softly.

“But… that's not entirely the case.”

She bowed her head.

“He found Mr. Canh Tham and said he wanted to get sponsorship.”

“Mr. Canh Tham took me to meet him.”

“He was very enthusiastic as soon as he saw me.”

“After that, he contacted me privately and asked me to post something online…”

“Even when I come to Cam Hoa…”

“He said if he succeeds, he will give me a sum of money.”

“So you do it.”

I leaned against the door frame.

“Chung Dao.”

“When you did those things, Have you ever thought about a problem?”

She raised her head to look at me.

“From beginning to end, everything you did…”

“In the end, what benefits do you personally gain?”

“Shen Ba Chau took advantage of you to work.”

“If he succeeds, he eats most of it.”

“You just picked up the crumbs.”

“If he fails, he brushes it off and walks away.”

“And you stand in front.”

“What about Luc Canh Tham?”

“Does he know you helped your uncle do these things?”

She bit her lip and didn't speak. I waited three seconds.

“He knows.”

Her voice was very small.

“He knows.”

“Just pretend not to know.”

“Every time I tell him something…”

“He always said: you see and do it yourself.”

“He never stopped me.”

“Never protected you either.”

“Exactly what he did to me.”

I looked at her face. Twenty-four years old. Four years younger than me. Being with someone like Luc Canh Tham... She thought she had the ticket to change her life. But in the end… Just another person left behind.

“Chung Dao.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“But there is one sentence, please remember carefully.”

“Someone like Luc Canh Tham…”

“It doesn't matter who is next to him.”

"The important thing is whether that person is still valuable to him or not."

“When you were still useful, he would take you in and out everywhere.”

“Until you are no longer valuable…”

“He will push you to block the knife.”

“You think you have taken my place.”

“But actually…”

“You just changed into another person that he used and then threw away.”

She stood in front of the door. Fingers clenched the sleeve of his hoodie. Didn't say anything for a long time.