Chapter 6 — After my engagement was canceled, I went to Shenzhen and lived the most brilliant version

Unexpectedly now... The phone suddenly rang. A phone number from Beijing. I picked up the phone.

"To Niem, right? I'm Truong Ky, Tran Duy's colleague."

I miss her. Have met a few times at the company's year-end party, is a pretty good person.

"What's up?"

"I know it's probably not appropriate to talk about this now, but..." She hesitated for a moment, "Something happened the day Tran Duy got married."

“What?”

“Lam Duyet's younger brother beat him right at the wedding.”

"...What?"

"Right during the ceremony. In front of all the guests."

I sat up.

"Because Tran Duy signed a prenuptial agreement. There was a clause in it, if after marriage he had an affair, all the assets would belong to Lam Duyet. But Lam Duyet's younger brother discovered that, right before the marriage, Tran Duy had..." She lowered her voice, "Flirting with another female colleague. Not you, but a new intern in their department."

I listened to all those words and suddenly realized... I didn't have any emotions in my heart. Not trying to act calm. But I really don't feel anything anymore.

“So Lam Duyet's younger brother thinks his sister was deceived?”

"That's right. That younger brother's temper was like fire. On the spot, he jumped in and beat Tran Duy. The wedding also broke up. Now no one knows whether the two of them are divorced or not, but everyone in the company is talking about it."

“What's the point of telling me this?”

Truong Ky was silent for a moment.

"I just feel... you should know. Back then, you were dumped too suddenly. Actually, at that time, we all saw that Tran Duy had a problem. It wasn't because you weren't good."

"Thank." I replied. “But I don't care anymore.”

Hanging up, I conveniently threw the phone aside. On the wedding day, Tran Duy was beaten right at the wedding. Meanwhile, just a few days ago, Lam Duyet ran up to me to brag about how magnificent her wedding was. So the real purpose of her looking for me was to delete her chat history... It was absolutely not because she was afraid of me. It's because he's afraid that Tran Duy will use those conversations to prove that their relationship started very early, thereby making the prenuptial agreement invalid. What she wants to protect... Is herself. I smiled softly. These people forever live in their own calculations, always fighting and scheming with each other. No longer standing on that chessboard. The following week, I put all my effort into the image plan of "Son Hai". During the day, I'm at the company handling the final work of the Thanh Tu project, and at night I'm home working on the design for "Son Hai". Honestly... Well done. The brand orientation of "Son Hai" is "Modern Oriental Aesthetics", which is coincidentally the field I am best at. The entire aesthetic system, color logic and layout language that "Niem Bach" accumulated over four years can finally be officially put into use. Haven't been able to use it yet. On Friday afternoon, I sent the plan to Co Dien on time. Fifteen minutes later, he replied to the email:

"Let's meet in person at eight o'clock tonight. Eighteenth floor, Loc Minh."

When I arrived, he was alone in the meeting room. On the table is my design plan spread out, next to a cup of black coffee. I sat down. He turned to the third page of the plan. That's the design a set of bookmarks. Ink blue background, golden brushstrokes, depicting the Minh Xa species in the Son Hai Kinh.

"This." He pointed to the direction of the lines on the picture, "Did you use a technique combining pen and sketch?"

“There is no one on the market that draws like this.”

“That's why it's identifiable.”

He nodded. Turn to page seven. It is a silk scarf design. A white space takes up most of the picture, only in the diagonal corner there is a clump of green bamboo and half a white deer.

“This white space ratio is very extreme.” he said.

“But it makes sense.”

“I didn't say it wasn't reasonable.” He looked up at me, “I mean... this logic of using white space, I've only ever seen it in one person's work.”

My heart beats faster.

“Nien Bach.”

The atmosphere suddenly became strangely quiet. I looked at him. He also looked at me.

“Do you think I copied Niem Bach?” I asked.

"Are not." He replied, “I think you are Niem Bach.”

I didn't answer right away. The light in the meeting room was blindingly white. So white that people have nowhere to hide.

“Why do you think like that?” My voice was very calm.

Co Dien leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping on the table top.