Chapter 8 — Because of White Moon Light, He Abandoned Me During the Engagement Ceremony

I put my bag down. Slowly walked in front of her.

"Auntie, on the day of the engagement, your son abandoned his fiancee to run away to welcome the white moonlight. I didn't bring the banner to his company to save face for your family."

"As for the company, he was the one who took the company's money to pave the way for Tham Le first. If you see it that way, there's no problem, so in the future when you go to the market, just use public money to pay. After all, your son is so generous."

"Hua Duong, why are you talking so harshly?"

I raised my head and looked straight at her.

"Am I bitter?"

"So please tell me, a woman in a wedding dress was abandoned by her fiance right on stage, became the laughing stock of the whole hall, and then had to replace him to stabilize investors, reassure partners, and calm public opinion. In that situation, what should she say to be considered gentle and generous?"

The bakery immediately fell silent. My mother stood next to the oven, her eyes red but not saying a word. Luc Tram's mother was silenced by me until her face turned pale. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said:

"What's wrong with men being soft-hearted once in a while? Can't you understand things a little?"

I suddenly burst out laughing.

"It turns out that in my eyes, a man who runs away from an engagement ceremony because of his ex-lover is called soft-hearted."

"Sorry."

"I'm not an understanding person."

"I don't want to understand that kind of thing either."

I turned around and took out a gift box from under the counter and placed it on the table. Inside were a pair of gold bracelets and a name change envelope that the Luc family had brought before.

"Please bring these back, auntie."

"From today, Luc Tram and I are no longer engaged, no longer reconnecting, all debts will be clearly calculated."

"And who your beloved son wants to marry in the future, who he wants to protect, has nothing to do with me."

Luc Tram's mother was so angry that her hands were shaking. Finally, she picked up the gift box, pushed open the door and left. After she left. My mother looked at me and sighed softly.

"Do you feel satisfied yet?"

I nodded.

"A little more satisfied."

"That's okay then." Mom stuffed a cake that had just come out of the oven into my hand. "Once you're done, eat some sweets."

I received the cake, my nose suddenly stinging. Perhaps in this world... The person who always favors me the most is always my mother. But the real battlefield... Not in the bakery. But at the launch of Chi Da Bakery's new brand next week. That was the first public activity after the capital raising round was completed. Media, franchise partners, suppliers, investors will all be present. The entire event was also broadcast live across the network. The script for the premiere was planned by me. But now... Luc Tram has temporarily corrected it. He wanted Tham Le to appear on stage as "Brand Lifestyle Advisor." To put it bluntly... I want to lift her up, give her a ticket to enter the company in a dignified manner. Became the ex-fiancee who was "emotional, disruptive, and hindered the company's development." After knowing what happened, Lam Tay was so angry that he almost rushed over and threw coffee in their faces.

"Is he crazy? At this point, he still dares to put that girl on stage?"

I leaned back in my chair, looking at the procedure sheet event. On the contrary... Strangely calm.

"He's not crazy."

"He's betting."

"What's the bet?"

"Bet I'll put the big picture first."

"Bet, I don't want to ruin the brand I've worked hard to build for five years."

"I bet until the end I will still swallow this anger and help him endure the entire debut."

Lam Tay gritted his teeth.

"So what are you going to do?"

I folded the procedure sheet and raised my head to look at her.

"Fulfillment for them."

"Let those two stand at the highest place."

"Stand higher..."

"Falling down hurts even more."

Three days before the premiere. A new wave of public opinion has arisen online. This time it's not an anonymous post. But Tham Le himself posted a post on Weibo.

"There are misunderstandings, I don't want to explain, nor do I want to hurt anyone. I just hope everyone believes that in love, no one is right or wrong, and you should not bring personal emotions into work."

Below are countless sympathetic comments.

"You're so pitiful, being scolded for being a little girl."

"You can tell by looking at her that she doesn't want to fight, it's just that some people won't let go."

"A certain ex-fiancee really eats too unsightly."

I conveniently forwarded the article to the legal department.

"Save evidence."

Then turn off the page. Continue doing your job. One day before the launch. Bui Tu, representative of the investor, came to the company. He is about thirty years old. In previous meetings, there were almost no speeches. But every time he speaks up, he hits the point. He knocked on the door and entered. Put an iced Americano on my table.

"There's more milk and some ice. Last time we had a meeting, I ordered this."

I paused a bit. Then he reached out his hand to receive it. He sat down. Get straight to the point.

"I have seen recent public opinion and all internal documents."

"I know."

"When do you plan to take action?"

I raised my eyes to look at him. Bui Tu's face remained calm. It's like just asking what to eat tomorrow. I suddenly burst out laughing.

"Is it that clear?"

"Very clear." He replied. "You're not the type of person who accepts anger, and you're not even the type of person who uses her heart and soul to make someone else's wedding dress."

"So why are you asking me?"

"Because I need to confirm."

"This investment..."

"Who should I follow?"