Chapter 17 — After I Refunded the Plane Tickets

He almost crawled and ran out of the meeting room. I looked at that struggling back. His eyes had no temperature at all. Kill the chicken to scare the monkey. This chicken… Fat enough. Those monkeys... I guess I understand everything. I glanced around the conference room. Everyone who met my eyes immediately lowered their heads as if burned. There was only fear and panic left in his eyes.

"Alright."

I smiled again, as if what just happened had never happened.

“Let's continue the meeting.”

To celebrate the company overcoming the crisis and signing the largest contract ever. Dong Tong covers the entire top floor of the most luxurious seven-star hotel in the city. Organize an extremely grand celebration party. All company employees are present. Everyone wore their best costume. The banquet hall is brightly lit. Wine glasses clinked non-stop. Everyone's face was filled with joy after surviving the accident. But I — To Tinh. Without a doubt, he is the most prominent figure of today's party. I wore a long silver dress that looked like it was covered with stars. The top designer that General Dong specially invited to tailor for me. Standing next to General Dong. Receiving countless compliments and glasses of wine from all directions.

"Director Su, I pay my respects to you! You are truly the goddess of war of our company!"

“Director To, from now on my entire department will have to rely on you for support!”

“Director To, you are so beautiful today!”

I smiled elegantly. Gently clink glasses with each person. Just a symbolic lip click. No one dared to actually force me to drink. Their eyes looked at me... It was like looking at a walking money printing machine. Even more precious than that. It's like looking at god. The party is halfway done. General Dong held the microphone and walked up to the center stage.

“Dear colleagues, good evening!”

“It's a great day for our company!”

“Not only were we not defeated by the lawsuit demanding compensation of one hundred million…”

“But also reborn from the fire…”

“Winning a ten-year exclusive cooperation with Thien Vu Group!”

“But all of this…”

“It's all thanks to one person!”

He turned around. Reach out to me.

“The hero of our company!”

“It's the director of the marketing department — To Tinh!”

The spotlight immediately shined directly on me. The entire auditorium once again burst into thunderous applause and cheers. I smiled and walked onto the stage.

“To praise the outstanding contributions that Director To has brought to the company…”

Dong's voice was full of excitement.

“I decide!”

“In the name of the company…”

“Reward Director To a river view penthouse in the golden center of the city — Thien Ty Loan!”

“Also…”

“Get a bonus latest version of Porsche 911!”

His words were like two sink bombs. Exploding in the crowd. Thien Ty Loan! It's the most expensive house in the whole city! One square meter thirty thousand yuan! The top floor penthouse is at least more than five hundred square meters! More than one hundred million yuan! There's also the Porsche 911! The dream car of countless men! The selling price is at least three hundred thousand yuan! The whole people almost went crazy. Their eyes looking at me... It was no longer admiration. It's jealousy. Jealousy to the point of red eyes. They can only be jealous. Two receptionists wearing evening gowns carried trays and walked onto the stage. A tray for apartment keys. A tray for car keys. General Dong personally gave both of these items to me.

“This is what you deserve.”

“Thank you, General Dong.”

I clutched two cold keys in my hand. But my heart is hot. Right at that moment. The large door of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside. A figure wearing a Tang costume surrounded by lawyer Ly and bodyguards slowly walked in. It's General Director Vuong! So come here in person! The entire auditorium immediately fell silent. All of them were scared by the terrifying aura on his body and did not dare to move. Even General Dong was stunned and quickly stepped down to welcome him.

"Mr. Vuong! Why did you come here! Without even a word of warning!"

“I came to visit my adopted daughter…”

“Can't you?”

General Manager Vuong laughed loudly. That one sentence... Once again made the whole audience petrified. You… adopted daughter? Director To... Is General Director Vuong's adopted daughter?! This news is ten thousand times more shocking than the penthouse with a hundred million and a car of three million just now. Everyone looked at me with angelic eyes. I could only helplessly laugh lightly. I got it. This "adopted daughter" title... I probably won't be able to get rid of it anymore today. General Manager Vuong completely ignored others. He walked straight in front of me. Eyes filled with love and enjoyment.

“Congratulations baby.”

He took out a delicate velvet box from his pocket. Inside quietly lies a somewhat old Parker pen.

“Give it to me.”

“This is the pen my biological daughter liked most when she was alive.”

“It once told me…”

“People must use their own pen…”

“To write your own destiny.”

“I give it to you.”

“Hope you can use it too…”

“Write a life more brilliant than anyone else.”

His voice carried a faint sadness. But more… Is expectation. I held out my hands. Trinh solemnly accepted that pen. It's very light. But I feel... It's heavier than a hundred million apartment and a three million car combined.

“Thank you…”

“Foster father.”

I said softly. General Director Vuong smiled with satisfaction. That celebration party... Finally turned into my own coronation ceremony. When the party ended, it was very late. I refused the driver. Driving my brand new Porsche back to the house that belongs to me. Thien Ty Loan. Penthouse top floor. I stood in front of the giant floor-to-ceiling glass window. Looking down at the city below my feet. The lights of thousands of houses are as bright as stars. On the river in the distance. The yacht's lights float lazily like a mobile galaxy. The phone vibrated slightly. It's a pushed newsletter. Title reads:

"The famous businessman went bankrupt in middle age, wandered the streets with his wife, was mentally unstable, had to beg on the streets."

The illustration is a man and a woman. Torn clothes. Her hair is as messy as a crow's nest. Empty, dead eyes. Sitting huddled on the street corner holding a broken bowl asking passersby for money. I just took a glance and realized it. It's Truong Vi and his wife. I looked at that photo for a long time. Then gently swipe away the message. Dispiteous. Not gloating either. In my heart... Only peace remains. Already a person from two different worlds. Their outcome... It was predetermined from the beginning. As for my life... It's just begun. I raised the glass of wine in my hand. Gently look towards the sparkling galaxy outside the window with a glass of glass. Even though I used to be small, I never gave up. My personal heroine era has just officially begun. The night wind gently blew her long hair. The corner of my lips slowly curled up. Worth looking forward to.