Chapter 7 — After Divorce, I Made My Husband's Family Bankrupt

I want to swallow everything I have, but I also want to rely on the Bach family to climb higher. The end result is... both sides lost everything. At six o'clock in the evening, I met Bach Anh at the coffee shop on the first floor of Century Hotel. She changed into a black dress, her face colder than in the morning. Next to him is Chu Dinh. As soon as he saw me, Chu Dinh smiled coldly:

"Diep Thanh, you are truly fearless. Bach Anh, it's her! She's the one who harmed our family like this!"

Bach Anh didn't even look at her, his eyes were straight on me.

“Miss Diep, my father said you have something you want to show me.”

I put the file bag on the table. She opened it and pulled out each sheet. Letter of intent to cooperate from Dinh Vi. Patent. Export list of Diep's factory. Debt table of Chu family restaurant. The application to change legal entity was rejected. And finally… the court sealing notice. She finished looking at it and put it back on the table. Chu Dinh leaned his neck to look, his face turning white.

“Bach Anh, these—”

Bach Anh's voice is very light. Then she looked at me.

“Are these… real?”

"They all have red marks. You can look them up."

Bach Anh was silent for a long time. There was light jazz music in the bar. Outside, the rain is heavier.

“He said the restaurant collapsed because you cut off the power.”

“And you said the recipe belonged to the Chu family, and you took it away.”

“From the Chu family?”

“You can look up when Diep's factory was founded — 1987. Chu's restaurant opened in 2006. When I started tweaking the recipe, Chu Khai was still playing games in middle school.”

Bach Anh picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip. Hands are very steady.

“So… he tricked me from the beginning.”

“Not just lying to you.”

I pointed to the legal entity change form.

"Last November, he tried to push me to become a legal entity to shoulder the debt. I lacked documents so I was refused."

Bach Anh put down the cup.

"I got it."

She stood up. Chu Dinh panicked:

"Bach Anh! Don't listen to her—"

Bach Anh turned back to look at her. His eyes were very calm. But cold.

“Where is your brother?”

“…Stay…at your house…”

“Tell him to call me back.”

She took out her phone and dialed the number.

“Hello, dad. I'm done talking… Yes…”

She walked towards the door, her voice lowered. But I still heard the last sentence clearly.

"Withdraw. Those two million, don't invest anymore."

Chu Dinh immediately turned pale.

“Bach Anh!”

Bach Anh hung up the phone, picked up his bag and stood up. When passing by Chu Dinh, she paused for a moment.

"Go tell your brother, don't look for me in the future. About your family..."

She glanced towards me sitting in the corner.

“Miss Diep said it clearly enough.”

Having finished speaking, she left. The sound of high heels tapping on the stone floor was decisive and cold. Chu Dinh sat down on the sofa, his makeup smeared by tears into two white streaks. She stared at me.

“Diep Thanh… you won't have a good ending…”

“Go away, Chu Dinh.”

I collected the files on the table.

"Go find your brother. Tell him, the lawsuit will be sent tomorrow."

Chu Dinh is gone. The cafe is quiet again. I picked up the cold cup of coffee and drank the last sip. Outside, the rain is still falling. The phone lights up. Message from Truong Khai Son. Just one line:

"Chu Khai has been arrested. Tonight at 7 o'clock, Northern police station."

Faster than I thought. On the morning of Saturday, General Director Vuong's assistant called.

“The Bach side wants to make an appointment with the three parties.”

“Chairman Bach wants to know the share structure of your new company.”

“Tell him to contact me directly.”

“He said 12 noon, rooftop restaurant of The hotel Ky.”

I looked at the clock. I changed clothes and went downstairs. The rooftop restaurant rotates slowly, with floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking half the city. When I arrived, Bach Tung Dao was present. The man is in his fifties, has a calm demeanor, wears a gray Trung Son shirt, and holds a purple wooden string in his hand. Opposite is General Director Vuong. The two of you are talking very well.

“General Diep is here.”

I sat down. Bach Tung Dao personally poured tea for me.

“For last time, thank you.”

He talked about Bach Anh.

“Nothing.”

“I owe you a favor.”

He put down the teapot.

“She almost threw 2,000,000 yuan into the water. After that, Chu Khai also called to harass me, so I blocked it."

His voice was calm as if telling a story about the weather.

“I invited you here today to discuss cooperation.”

“What kind of cooperation?”

“Your formula, I want to invest.”