Chapter 11 — After Divorce, She Made The Whole River City Bow Its Heads

Co Tram Chu stood in the rest area, his suit without a wrinkle, his expression calm, looking no different from usual. But only Chu Nham knows that his boss has been sitting here for 40 minutes, not even drinking a sip of water, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the elevator door. It's like waiting for someone who is forever uncertain whether they will appear or not. Chu Nham gently advised: "Mr. Co, should we go back first? If Mr. Lam wants to meet, he will contact you." Co Tram Chu said softly: "Wait a little longer." Chu Nham silently closed his mouth. He's really satisfied. In the past, many partners wanted to meet President Co, and waited for several hours under the Co's building but their turn never came. Now the feng shui rotates, it's Mr. Co's turn to sit on a cold chair in the lobby of his ex-wife's company. But still committed to volunteering. At 5 p.m., right at peak time, employees get off work. The elevator door opened, a group of Tinh Than employees rushed out. Seeing Co Tram Chu, their steps clearly slowed down. A few bold girls even sneaked a few more looks.

“This is the late President?”

“Handsome is really handsome, but his eyes are so pitiful.”

“If it were me last night, I would have regretted it too.”

“Stop talking, I've already brainstormed 100 chapters of 'chasing my ex-wife'."

Chu Nham's forehead twitched when he heard it, but there was no way to stop it. Anyway, people talk so softly. And right in the middle of that half-hidden, half-open anticipation, the elevator door opened once again. Lam Van walked out. Today she is wearing a light gray vest, a neat black shirt inside, her hair tied in a loose bun, holding documents in her hand, her whole person exuding the calm and professionalism of someone standing on high. As soon as she appeared, the whole hall was almost silent. Co Tram Chu immediately stood up. Four eyes looked at each other. Lam Van's expression was calm, not surprised, not wavering, as if she knew he was still here.

“Wait for me?” She spoke first.

Co Tram Chu's throat moved slightly: "Yes."

“What's going on?”

“I want to invite you to dinner.”

It's still the same sentence. Lam Van smiled faintly: "Boss, I already refused during the day."

“I know.” Co Tram Chu looked at her, his voice very soft, "So this time it's not an invitation, it's a request."

Everyone in the lobby: “…!” Chu Nham: “…!” The receptionist almost broke her pen. It's Co Tram Chu, but he openly said the word "Beg"? Lam Van also had a moment of surprise, but quickly returned to normal. She looked at him, her eyes without any warmth: "Boss, if you do that, you will make me misunderstand that after the divorce you discovered that you are a lover." This sentence is really teasing. But Co Tram Chu did not back down.

“What if I say, it's true?”

This time, even the air seemed to calm down. Lam Van quietly looked at him. Those eyes that had made her tremble countless times, at this moment clearly reflected her image, sincere to the point of almost being stubborn. But in her heart, there was not the slightest ripple anymore. She finally understood that love is something that, once completely dead, cannot really be revived.

“Then it has nothing to do with me anymore.”

Lam Van retracted her eyes, lifted her feet and walked out. Co Tram Chu chased after: "Lam Van."

“Don't follow me.” Her steps did not stop, “Now I'm allergic to my ex-husband."

A few uncontrollable laughter could be heard from behind. Co Tram Chu was not angry at all, just stood rooted to the spot, watching her get in the car and leave. When the car drove out of the main hall, Trieu Duong sitting in the passenger seat turned his head to look back, clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "Boss, this is the first time I've seen Co Tram Chu look so much like a gentleman." Lam Van scrolled through emails on her phone, not bothering to look up: "Then you'll get used to it if you look at it more often." Trieu Duong: “…”