Chapter 7 — After Losing 4 Billion Inheritance, I Made The Whole Family Look Up

Even the shadow cannot touch it. The phone vibrates. Not a group message. It's a screenshot sent by Tieu Tong.

"General Manager To."

"I just asked for it from someone in the industry's circle of friends."

I opened the photo. It was a chat in a WeChat group. The group name is:

"Thanh Bac Brand World".

Look at the number of members. About two hundred people. In the group someone is saying:

"I heard that To Niem Van's studio is about to not survive anymore."

"Grandpa doesn't recognize her either."

"The cash flow has been cut off."

Another asked:

"Is it real or fake?"

"Last month I discussed cooperation with her."

First person to reply:

"100% real."

"The news came from her cousin."

"I heard that because she was fighting for inheritance, she made a fuss in the house."

"Dignity matters."

I put down the phone. The corners of the lips are cold. Dignity matters. What a beautiful down cap. The next afternoon. The studio's office door was knocked lightly three times.

"Clack...clack...clack."

The door just opened. The person who walked in was To Kha Kha. This year I'm in my third year of university. Currently interning at my studio, in charge of writing content and running errands. Her nose was red. Both ears were also red. Apparently he had been crying outside for a long time before daring to come in.

"Miss Niem Van..."

"What's going on?"

I put down the documents in my hand. To Kha Kha walked to the desk. Give me the phone. On the screen is a WeChat group named:

"The To Family's Young Generation"

I pulled it up to see. The message at the top is from To Kiet.

"This Saturday night, we gathered at the old villa to congratulate me on receiving my grandfather's legacy."

"All must be present."

"No one is absent."

"@Everyone"

Immediately below were a series of messages.

"Congratulations, Kiet!"

"Mr. Kiet is so awesome!"

"4 billion yuan! What a winner of life!"

I continued scrolling down. Saw To Kha Kha's message.

"Is Ms. Niem Van coming?"

"The other day I saw her looking very sad."

To Kiet answered right below.

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

"Anyway, grandpa already said it."

"From now on, the To family's affairs no longer have anything to do with her."

Someone curiously asked:

"What's wrong, Kiet?"

To Kiet sent a contemptuous laughing emoji.

"What else?"

"It's just jealousy."

"Seeing that my grandfather left me money, I lost balance in my heart."

"The other day there was a riot at the old villa."

"Then I stood downstairs arguing with my mother."

"There's no dignity left."

"Everyone say it."

"Is that kind of person still worthy of being a member of the To family?"

Someone immediately chimed in below.

"It's too much."

"Grandpa's money is up to whoever he wants to give it to."

"What qualifications does she have to cause trouble?"

"I heard her studio isn't that good either."

"I didn't earn much money all year."

"But the temperament is very big."

To Kha Kha couldn't bear it. One sentence:

"Everyone, don't say that."

"Miss Niem Van is not that kind of person."

Immediately someone objected.

"Kha Kha, you're still young so you don't understand."

"She pays my salary, of course I will defend her."

"That's right."

"Know people, know their faces, but don't know their hearts."

"Kha Kha."

"Don't work there again."

"Let Kiet introduce you to a nicer place."

I read every line. Scroll to the end. There's nothing left. To Kha Kha stood in front of me. Tears fell down.

"Miss Niem Van..."

"I don't argue with them."

"But what they said was not true."

"You obviously treat everyone so well..."

I pulled out a tissue and gave it to the girl. To Kha Kha received it. Snorted.

"Ms. Niem Van."

"Are you really not going to the party Saturday night?"

"Don't go."

"They said if you don't come..."

"I really won't consider you family anymore..."

I laughed.

"I thought when you walked out of the old mansion that day..."

"Do they still want to accept you?"

To Kha Kha was speechless. Tears fell again.

"Alright."

"Stop crying."

"Go back to work."

The girl nodded. Turn around and leave. But as soon as he reached the door, he turned back.

"Ms. Niem Van."

"No matter what they say..."

"I still believe in you."

I watched her back disappear behind the door. The file on the table was still open. But I couldn't read another word. I opened the phone book. Scroll through once. In just three days. I've blocked four people. Tran Giai Di. To Kien Minh. Trieu Ngoc Lan. There is also a chat group that has been switched to do not disturb mode. Twenty-seven years of friendship. Finally erased. Only brackets and punctuation remain. The phone vibrated again. It's a message from Phuong Di.

"Nien Van."

"Chinh Nguyen Holdings bought another round."

"Ownership rate is about to go up to 4%."

"You really don't plan to meet Ha Tu Hien first?"

I thought for a moment. Then answer:

"Arrange to meet."

"Next Monday."

"Using my name."

"Don't mention me."

I locked my phone screen. Look out the window. It's not dark yet. A plane trailed white smoke through the clouds. Slowly disappearing over the horizon. How large this city is. So large that it can contain all the disappointments and self-pity. But there is not enough space for a fair sentence.