Chapter 16 — After Divorce, She Made The Whole River City Bow Its Heads

That calmness makes people more desperate than any heart-wrenching crying scene. Co Tram Chu stood still in place, his throat moved, and for a moment he couldn't utter a complete sentence. Lam Van saw him like that, but she also lost interest in continuing to entangle him.

“Co Tram Chu.” Before turning around, she gently said the last sentence, "If you have any dignity left, then don't bother me anymore."

The door opened again, lights and laughter came from the hall. She walked out, without looking back. As for Co Tram Chu, he stood alone on the balcony, the night wind blowing the hem of his vest. For the first time, he realized it so clearly - it turned out that the biggest retribution was not Lam Van arrogantly insulting him. But she was too lazy to even insult him, only completely leaving him in the past. * Chapter 9: What did she ever do for him When Co Tram Chu returned from the Tham family, he stayed awake. At two o'clock in the morning, Co's old house was quiet except for the ticking sound of the clock. He sat in the study room, in front of him was an old cardboard box. That was the box that the housekeeper found in the storage room today, inside it contained a few miscellaneous items that Lam Van left behind in the past. He originally didn't intend to watch it. But the moment he put his hand in, as if urged by some instinct, he still pulled out each item. Lying on top is a square folded cashmere scarf, dark gray in color, with a meticulously knitted wool cape. The housekeeper standing next to him reminded in a low voice: "This is the young lady... no, it's Miss Lam, who knitted it for you last winter." Co Tram Chu's movements stopped. I remember now. Last winter, one time when he returned from receiving guests, suddenly there was an extra scarf on the car. He thought it was a gift from a certain brand. He thought the design was too ordinary so he didn't bother to touch it. In the end, he didn't know where he threw it away. Turns out, it was Lam Van's own pill. Below that, is a document clipped in a transparent cover. Inside was a thick stack of documents, all public analysis, foreign market data and risk assessment reports on some of Co Thi's most key projects in those two years. There are also notes written in extremely slender handwriting in the margins. The more Co Tram Chu looked, the darker his face became. These documents are incredibly professional, their analytical angles are sharp and thorny, and many points were later proven in reality to be completely accurate. But that year, he had never seen these things.

“Why are these things here?” he asked.

The butler hesitantly replied: "It seems that Ms. Lam once assigned it to your secretary's office, but then... it was probably considered a normal document so it was shelved." Co Tram Chu's finger that was gripping the edge of the document slowly tightened. It turned out that while he was unaware, Lam Van always used her own way to help Co and him. But she never said it. Never compete for credit. Just like she was – quiet, restrained, doing everything well that she didn't bother anyone. At the bottom of the carton, is a small medicine box. The inside was empty, but the box was preserved very new. The moment he saw the name of the medicine, Co Tram Chu's eyes were shocked violently. It is an imported medicine to treat stomach diseases that is very difficult to buy domestically and at a high price also expensive. And he used this drug continuously for a year. At that time, he thought he was a good shopping assistant. Only today did I find out - On the back of the medicine box was a sticky note, in familiar delicate handwriting: *"Take this medicine half an hour after eating, do not take it on an empty stomach. Co Tram Chu, if you don't listen, your stomach will be damaged."* No signature. But besides Lam Van, there will be no one else.