Chapter 22 — After Divorce, I Made My Husband's Family Bankrupt

The video was posted and the internet exploded again. Someone said: "Too extravagant." There are also people who say: "To come up from nothing like this, it's not that strange." A comment was pushed to the top:

"I am a former supplier of the Chu family. That year, they owed me money for vegetables and did not pay for three months, Diep Thanh paid out of his own pocket. Chu Khai didn't know, Trieu Le didn't know either. Today I say it just to make everyone understand - what kind of person is that woman they kicked out of the house?"

Twenty thousand likes. I turned off the phone. Continue to view Dinh Vi's new order production schedule. Uncle Tran knocked on the door and entered.

“General Manager Diep, there is news from the court.”

"When the debt was due, Chu Khai couldn't raise the money. Today the execution party came to the house and cleaned up everything that could be taken away. Trieu Le fainted on the spot and was taken away by an ambulance."

I said nothing.

"Chu Dinh just called, saying they are now renting a small room with a partition, the whole family is crowded together. Trieu Le's relatives have all blocked contact."

“What about Chu Khai?”

"I'm out. But my travel is restricted, I can't take high-speed trains or planes. Now I'm working at a construction site, 200 yuan a day."

Uncle Tran looked at me.

“General Manager Diep, do you need—”

“No need.”

I put down the planner.

"Let the court follow the process. If it needs to be limited, then limit it. If it needs to be enforced, then enforce it."

Uncle Tran nodded and left. Phone vibrates. Save Error sending a photo. A little girl sat in front of her new desk, raising her hand in a V and smiling brightly. Below the photo is the text:

"General Manager Diep, this month's salary I was able to buy a desk for my child. Chu Dinh said thank you."

I don't answer. Put down the phone, continue viewing orders. The next morning, Ms. Vuong of Dinh Vi called, saying that six cities outside the province had all met the test operation standards.

"General Manager Diep, your seasoning is so good. The chef in Chengdu said it's the best he's ever used. The Tay An store opened yesterday, and the turnover rate has exploded."

"That's good. The next batch will be sent next week."

"Ah, Mr. Bach said that next year he wants to invest more in the online fast-moving consumer goods segment. What do you think?"

"We can discuss. I will send the specific plan next week."

Turning off the computer, I stood by the window. Outside, a new plot of land is being leveled — the third phase expansion of Diep Thi. The distant horizon is blurred in the winter mist. In the afternoon, I went to a trade forum. At the end, just as I walked out of the hotel lobby, someone called.

“Diep Thanh.”

Familiar voice. I'm back. It's Chu Khai. He is skinny. Sunken cheeks, high cheekbones, sunken chin with green beard. He was wearing a gray construction suit, his pants and shoes were covered in mud.

“Diep Thanh… you… you wait a minute…”

His gait is a bit limp, his left leg seems injured.

“What do you say?”

“I just want…”

He stood in front of me, his lips moving for a long time, and finally he said a sentence.

“…wanted to apologize to you.”

I didn't reply.

"I now... work at a construction site in the north. Every day, 200 yuan. Chu Dinh is paying half of the child support. My mother now lives in a cramped room and scolds me every day."

He smiled, a smile that was more unsightly than crying.

"She's right. I'm useless. Five years ago when you married me, I had nothing. You brought the recipe and helped me grow the restaurant. I thought it was because I was good. Now that I think about it... from start to finish, you were supporting me."

He stopped.

“When my mother criticized me Miss, I didn't speak up. Chu Dinh said bad things about her, I didn't stop her. When I asked for a divorce... I really believed Bach Anh could take me and my family higher."

“Now I'm empty-handed. All relatives avoided it. Former friends also cut off contact."

He coughed softly, his shoulders slumping.

“For the past few months, I have been working at a construction site and am tired as hell. At night I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about the past. I remember you waking up early every morning to go to the market. Remember, she was busy until late at night still taking care of supplies. Remember the spinach dish she stir-fried... my mother said it was bland, actually it wasn't bland, she was just picky.

“Stop talking.”

I spoke up. Chu Khai choked.

“What is the point of saying these things?”

“I just want—”

“What if I remember?”