Chapter 3 — After You Locked Me In The Villa, I Left You Empty

In the afternoon, Tham Diec Chu arrived. When he opened the door and walked in, seeing me sitting in the living room, his expression was extremely complicated. There is anger. There is guilt. There's a little more…

“What do you mean by going to the law office?”

"The meaning is in the words. Divorce."

“I don't agree.”

"It's okay. The court agrees."

He walked in front of me and bowed low.

"Giang Van, I'll tell you clearly. Divorce is fine, but the conditions must be decided by you. The house belongs to you, the car belongs to you, the savings are divided in half."

I raised my head to look at him.

“Which house did you say?”

“This house is mine.”

“I've been here three years—”

"But my name is written on the red book. You have never paid a penny."

He was stunned.

"What are you talking about? Isn't this house because I found a broker to look at the house—"

“It's me who goes to see.”

“I'm the one who pays.”

“5,280,000 yuan, March 17, 2021, transfer from Bank of China.”

“Do you need me to show you the transaction history?”

Tham Diec Chu's face turned pale. He stood up straight and took a step back.

“What else?”

His voice was hoarse.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“It's because I never asked.”

Those words made him completely silent. After a long time, he suddenly burst out laughing, as if he were mocking himself.

“You want a divorce, right?”

"But I warn you, absolutely do not spread the news about the wedding. Mien Mien's reputation—"

“My wedding video currently has more than five million views.”

He immediately took out his phone. After a few seconds, his face turned from white to gray. Video recorded by a guest. In the frame, Lam Mien Mien wore a wedding dress copied from my design, behind which was a large screen showing a hotel surveillance photo of her and her ex-boyfriend. Most liked comments:

“Massive social death scene.”

Tham Diec Chu's hand holding the phone trembled.

“Did you do it?”

“What do I do?”

"The thing about the screen showing at the wedding! That video! Did you do it?!"

I picked up the glass of water on the table and slowly took a sip.

"Yesterday, I was locked in the villa by you. The power went out and I lost my life. I couldn't even get out the door."

“What do you see me doing?”

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. Logically, it is inexplicable. But his intuition said that this must have something to do with me. He has no evidence.

“Get out.”

I put the glass down.

“Next time you want to meet, talk to my lawyer.”

He gritted his teeth, turned around and left. The sound of the door slamming was very loud. I waited ten seconds then called Tieu Ninh.

“How is the tax evasion case of the Lam family's factory progressing?”

"The Tax Department has officially established an investigation. Today Lam Mien Mien's father was called to work."

“Follow that case closely.”

"Yes. There is one more thing, Mr. Giang."

"Tham Vu Dong just posted a long post on Weibo, saying she was a jealous ex-wife who used despicable tricks to ruin the wedding of Tham Diec Chu and Lam Mien Mien. Several big accounts shared it."

“How long has it been posted?”

“Two hours.”

“Reads?”

“More than three million.”

I thought for a few seconds.

“Contact editor Truong of Phong Thuong magazine for me.”

“Tell her, that cover interview…”

“I accept.”

“When?”

“The sooner the better.”

Dark That day, a new comment suddenly appeared under Tham Vu Dong's Weibo post. This is the official account of Phong Thuong magazine. The content has only one sentence:

"The founder of the WAN brand - Ms. Giang Van - will accept an exclusive interview with our magazine this week. Regarding the ownership of the design, there is only one truth."

In less than ten minutes, that comment was pushed to the top. Because in the fashion world, almost no one knows about WAN. Last year's Milan Fashion Week closing show used WAN's design. Everyone knows that the designer behind this brand is extremely secretive and has never publicly revealed his face. No one knows... WAN is "Giang Van". But now, Tham Vu Dong's Weibo comment section is completely exploding.

“Wait… Giang Van is a WAN???”

"Founder of WAN? That brand with annual revenue of 800,000,000 yuan??"

"Is Tham Diec Chu blind? My wife is WAN and still looking for someone else?"

"Lam Mien Mien's wedding dress was designed by WAN? She's dead."

The comment section, which was originally scolding me, has now turned into a one-sided scolding of the Tham family. Two hours later, Tham Vu Dong deleted the post. But the screenshots have spread all over the internet. The next morning, lawyer Ha called me, his voice full of excitement.

"Mr. Giang, Tham Diec Chu's side is out of the water. He agreed to discuss the divorce conditions."

“What conditions?”

“He said she could keep the house and car, but he wanted 30% of the company's shares.”

“Which corporation?”

"His original words were... 'shares in her company'. But right now he still doesn't know that there are six companies under her name. He thinks she only has a small design studio."

I laughed faintly.

“Tell him…”

"He can't even get a part of the shares."

"The prenuptial agreement clearly states: pre-marital property is owned separately, after marriage there is no joint business, he does not have any right to divide."

“What if he doesn't agree?”

“Let's meet in court then.”

“By the way, has the complaint against the crime of double marriage been filed yet?”

"It was submitted yesterday afternoon. The police have also received it."

Hang up the phone, I go to the company. There is an important meeting today. Plan to merge the newly acquired brand with WAN. There were twelve people sitting in the meeting room, all department managers. When I entered, everyone stood up.

“General Giang.”

I sat down.

“Let's get started.”

Halfway through the meeting, Tieu Ninh knocked on the door, walked in, leaned down and whispered in my ear:

“Shen Yichu is downstairs.”

“I also brought people from the Tham family.”

“Said I wanted to see you.”

I glanced at the clock.

“Let them wait.”

The meeting lasted another forty minutes. After finishing, I went downstairs. In the hall are sitting three people. Tham Diec Chu. And his eldest uncle — Tham Quoc Quyen. Tham Quoc Quyen is the owner of a medium-sized construction materials company in S city, and is also the most famous person in the Tham family. Every time a family gathers, he sits in the chair. Seeing me, he immediately spoke first.

"Tieu Van, we're all family, if there's anything we can sit down and talk about it properly."

“Yi Chu is still young, suddenly confused, please be more generous—”

“Uncle Tham.”

I interrupted him.

“First, my last name is not Tham.”

“Second, use the word 'misguided' to talk about repeated sins kissing… sounds a bit light.”

Tham Quoc Quyen's face immediately changed. Tham's mother jumped up from the sofa.

“What kind of attitude do you have! A woman like you with nothing in her hands, if it weren't for my son marrying you—”

I looked straight at her.

“This office building is mine.”

“Even the sofa you're sitting on is mine.”

“If you say one more word, I will call security to invite you out.”

Tham's mother's lips moved slightly. But no sound came out. Tham Quoc Quyen's eyes slowly swept around the hall. The huge WAN logo hangs right behind the reception desk, dazzlingly prominent. His expression gradually changed from superior arrogance to disbelief.

“WAN is yours?”

“I'll ask again.”

“Is there anything else?”