Chapter 4 — After my engagement was canceled, I went to Shenzhen and lived the most brilliant version

She was wearing a white dress, standing at a convenience store, carrying a paper bag from some luxury brand in her hand. I looked at her, said nothing.

“It's really you!” She smiled and walked over, “Why are you in Shenzhen?”

"Work."

"Is that so? Where do you work?"

I don't answer. She continued to herself: "Tran Duy and I got married last month, you know? The wedding was held very grandly, in Wanda's banquet hall..."

“Is something wrong?”

She paused for a moment, her smile still unchanged: "Nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you for a long time so I said hello. Do you live alone in Shenzhen now? Where are you?"

“It has nothing to do with you.”

I picked up my sandwich and left. She called out from behind: "To Niem, don't be like that. Everything is over..." I didn't turn around. Back at the company, Chu Vi saw that my face was not okay.

“Meet someone.”

“Ex-boyfriend's current wife.”

Chu Vi put down her chopsticks: "What? Is she in Shenzhen?"

“I don't know if I'm passing by or if I live here.”

“What is her attitude?”

"Pretended to greet me in a friendly manner. Even boasted that he was married."

Chu Vi took a deep breath: "I can't bear it."

"Don't get excited. It's not worth it."

“Are you just going to let it go?”

“I came to Shenzhen precisely to stay away from these troubles.”

That day after work, I deliberately took a detour home, afraid that I would see Lam Duyet again. But the next day, she went directly to the company. The receptionist called internally: "To Niem, someone is looking for you downstairs, saying he is your friend." I went down to take a look, it was Lam Duyet. She still had the same bright smile on her face as before.

“How do you know I work here?” I stood in the middle of the lobby, not inviting her in.

"I saw you walking this way yesterday so I guessed it. There are only a few companies in this building."

Her purpose was absolutely not just to "say hello".

“What do you want to do anyway?”

Lam Duyet retracted his smile and looked around.

“Can we find somewhere to talk privately?”

I took her to the coffee shop downstairs. After sitting down, she got straight to the point: "To Niem, can you delete the previous conversations between you and Tran Duy?"

"It's... WeChat chat history, photos and the like. I don't want others to find it."

I laughed coldly.

“I deleted him a long time ago.”

“But Tran Duy's side is still…”

"So you told him to delete it. Why are you telling me?"

She hesitated a bit: "He said... some previous photos of the two of you have been uploaded to the cloud drive. I'm not sure if you..."

“Lin Duyet.” I interrupted her, "Four months ago, when you two were together, did you ever think about my feelings?"

The smile on her face completely disappeared.

"Now you're running to tell me to delete my chat history? Who do you think you are?"

“To Niem, I just…”

"What are you just? Afraid I'll keep the evidence? Afraid I'll bring up the old story?"

She didn't speak anymore.

"Assured." I stood up, "I'm not interested in your two trash talk. But don't come looking for me again. If there's a next time, I can't guarantee what my attitude will be."

I turned around and left. While standing in the elevator, my hands were still shaking. Not out of fear, but out of anger. Based on what? On what basis can she blatantly run away? Come in front of me to brag and then make a request? When I get home at night, I turn on the computer. On the management page of "Niem Bach" there is a new private message, coming from a fashion magazine.

"Hello Ms. Niem Bach, we would like to invite you to create a cover illustration for this issue of the magazine, and at the same time conduct a private interview. Are you convenient?"

I looked at that message and suddenly had a thought. Up until now, I have always hidden my identity as "Niem Bach", for fear of getting into trouble and being found out by others. But what if... I don't hide it anymore? That evening, I did not respond to the magazine's invitation. But that thought was like a seed, planted. The second week, the company held an internal vote. I won the title of best designer of the month, a bonus of five thousand yuan. During the general meeting, the director praised me: "After To Niem arrived, the Thanh Tu project signed a year extension. This is the first case among our company's customers." Everyone clapped. After the meeting, Mr. Trinh called me into his office.

“To Niem, I have an idea to share with you.”

“Just say it.”

“I want to put you in charge of a new project.” Mr. Trinh pushed a file over, "Under Loc Minh Technology there is a new consumer brand called 'Shan Hai', specializing in creative cultural products with a modern Chinese style. They are in need of a brand image director, starting to build everything from scratch. Co Dien personally asked me to nominate a candidate."

“Did he specifically request it?”

“He said that last time in the meeting he saw your abilities and felt you were suitable.”

Mr. Trinh looked at me, "This is a good opportunity. The first year budget of 'Shan Hai' is twenty million yuan. If you can do it, your position will not just stop at a designer."

“I will think.”

"Don't think too long. Co Dien's side needs an answer next week."

I nodded and left the office.