Chapter 10 — After Losing 4 Billion Inheritance, I Made The Whole Family Look Up

All eyes in the living room were like needles. Hit me straight. Grandfather holds a cup of tea. Bring it to your lips. But I still haven't drank for a long time. Trieu Ngoc Lan's breathing became heavy. Tran Giai Di also no longer looks at her nails. She stared at my face. I stood there. Look at every person in this room. Among them. Some people see me as a girl doing odd jobs with no future. Some people consider me a pitiful person who only wants to get married as soon as possible. Someone used my money to treat guests. Use my money for surgery. Use my money to fix the house. Then turned to me and said:

"What do you need so much money for?"

Someone forced me to sign a paper admitting defeat. Someone spread defamatory news about me. Someone said I had a "dignity problem" in front of more than two hundred people. I opened my mouth slightly.

"Thuy Khang Technology..."

The air in the room was tense to the limit.

"The largest shareholder of Thuy Khang Technology..."

To Kiet unconsciously took a half step forward. Trieu Ngoc Lan's hand clasped tightly at her side. Grandpa also put down the tea cup. The sound is very quiet. But it startled everyone. Those two words. Like a rock thrown into a still lake. Don't make too much noise. But each wave continued to spread. Trieu Ngoc Lan gasped. As if suddenly forgetting how to close. To Kiet stood in front of me. Two hands pulled out from his pants pockets. Let it hang next to you. The fingers curled slightly. Tran Giai Di jumped up from the sofa. Then he sat down again. Like being forced back by something. Grandpa didn't move. He sat in the chair position. One hand placed on the armrest of the chair. Look at me with a completely different look. No more coldness. No more impatience. A kind of emotion so strange that I had never seen on his face in the past twenty-seven years. To Kien Minh spoke dryly:

"Nien Van..."

"What did you just say?"

"Say it again."

"Thuy Khang Technology."

"Launched three years ago."

"The current market value is 22.3 billion yuan."

"I hold 38% of the shares."

My voice is not loud. But each word fell clearly.

"The company's first startup capital was invested by me."

"The founding team was built by me."

"The roadmap to bring the company to the stock exchange was jointly planned by me and my representative Phuong Di."

"All outside work is handled by Phuong Di."

"And I'm in charge behind the scenes."

The whole living room was so quiet that you could hear the sounds of insects outside the window. Trieu Ngoc Lan finally recovered. The voice was trembling and shrill.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Where does someone like me who opens a tattered studio have the courage to become a listed company?"

"Did you swindle money from someone outside?"

My mother immediately shouted and interrupted. I looked at Trieu Ngoc Lan.

"Just now, General Director Vuong of Thinh Hoa Real Estate personally came here to find me to discuss cooperation."

"I also saw it with my own eyes."

"A real estate owner with revenue of more than 10 billion yuan per year."

"Do you think he would let a con man get the better of him?"

Trieu Ngoc Lan's lips moved twice. But I couldn't utter a word. To Kiet's throat moved slightly.

"Are you telling the truth?"

I looked at him.

"If you want to check, go ahead."

"Business registration information and shareholder structure of Thuy Khang Technology are all public data."

"The company in my name is Niem Vien Investment."

"The legal representative is myself."

To Kiet's face turned white little by little. Like the paint is gradually peeling off. Three days ago. It was he who sat to the right of his grandfather. Try to suppress the smug smile at the corner of your lips. He himself is in the group "To Family's Young Generation" and said:

"It's up to you whether you want to come or not."

"It's just jealousy."

It was he who recently advised me:

"Sign it, everyone is relieved."

He looked at me. Lips opened and closed twice. But couldn't say a word. I picked up the Voluntary Renunciation of Inheritance Rights form on the tea table. Fold it in half. Give it back to Trieu Ngoc Lan.

"I didn't sign."

"It's not because I want that 4 billion yuan."

"But because it's not necessary."

Trieu Ngoc Lan stood frozen. Can't even receive it. If you don't accept it, it's not done. His face was as gray as dirt.

"Nien Van."

Grandpa finally spoke. The voice was completely different from before. No more oppression and arrogance. But there's an emotion that's hard to name.

"This..."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

I looked at him.

"Have you ever asked me?"

He was silent.

"When you say design is just a frivolous thing, with no future..."

"You once asked me if I do anything besides the studio?"

"When you said To Kiet was on the right path."

"Say I'm not as good as him."

"Have you ever thought about finding out what I'm doing?"

My voice was very calm.

"No."

"Because in your judgment."

"I'm just a twenty-seven year old girl."

"No boyfriend."

"Every year I earn tens of thousands of yuan."

"Not worth mentioning."