Chapter 13 — Cracks Under Light

"When I was twelve years old, Lam Van once sent me a plan to restore a piece of porcelain. I still keep it to this day. Just because she didn't enter the public world doesn't mean she's not qualified." Chu Nghien Tu suddenly looked at me: "Twelve years old?" I didn't look at him. Co Minh Nghi smiled: "Miss Lam, over the years, Mr. Phuong has always said that you don't want to show your face. I used to think that your personality was indifferent. Today, it seems, you just don't want to be held back by trivial things." Uncle Phuong snorted coldly: "The trivial matter that held her back the longest is standing right over there." Chu Nghien Tu's face turned white. Several eyes in the hall fell on him. Finally, he lowered his voice: "Lam Van, sorry." I closed the wooden box. "I don't accept." After the exhibition ended, Co Minh Nghi announced on the spot that next month the rattan vase would be put on public exhibition in the name of Lam To Nga's old collection, the restoration consultant's name was Lam Van. As soon as those words came out, Chu's mother's face completely collapsed. Her previous words of "only knowing how to fix broken vases" were returned to the ears of the rich landladies. "Your eyes are really high. The person invited by Director Co, in your mouth is just a small factory employee." "No wonder that girl doesn't want to enter your door." "Considering fish eyes are pearls, instead stepping on pearls in the mud." Chu's mother tried to force a smile: "It's all a misunderstanding." My mother walked up to her: "It's not a misunderstanding, It's the Chu family who bullies people too much." Chu's mother's lips moved, but she didn't dare to respond. Chu Nghien Tu stood at the door waiting for me. Tham Nhuoc Ninh was taken by Ms. Luong to coordinate the investigation. Before leaving, she cried and called his name, but he did not chase. I walked out holding the wooden box, he blocked me in front of me: "Van Van, let's talk." My father stopped him: "There's nothing to say." Chu Nghien Tu looked at my father: "Uncle, I didn't understand things before." My father said: "You're twenty-three years old, not three." His face was ugly: "I will compensate." My mother was so angry that she burst out laughing: "Why do you people of the Chu family like to talk about compensation? Family?" Are we short of money?" Chu Nghien Tu looked at me: "I know you're not lacking." I said: "I don't know." He hastily said: "Now I know. You know how to restore, you know Teacher Phuong and Director Co, you're not like I thought." That statement was even harder to hear than the apology. I asked: "What if I'm still like you thought I was?" Chu Nghien Tu was stunned. "If I'm really just a small factory employee who knows how to stew soup, deliver food and watch over you when you have a stomachache, will you apologize today?" He couldn't answer. I walked around him. He immediately chased after her: "I admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have left Nhuoc Ninh in the apartment, I shouldn't have said those words at the dinner table. Give me some time, I'll handle it properly." I stopped walking: "Deal with what?" "Deal with her, deal with my mother." "What happens after that?" A bit of hope flashed in his eyes: "Then we'll go back to how we were before." I looked at him, suddenly feeling very confused. "Chu Nghien Tu, I'm not the cup you broke, I just need to re-stick it and I can continue to hold water." He said: "But twenty-three years is not fake." "Of course it's not fake." I said: "So I used twenty-three years to see clearly who you are." He seemed to be stabbed, his voice lowered: "Do you really want to be so unfaithful?" I asked: "When you scolded me and made you lose face, did you leave a way out for me? No?” He didn't chase anymore. Uncle Phuong's car stopped outside the door. Before I got in the car, Co Minh Nghi's assistant ran out: "Miss Lam, Director Co told me to pass on your message. Tonight suddenly appeared on the Internet."

One article said she relied on connections to steal Tham Nhuoc Ninh's achievements, and also said the origin of the cloud vase had problems. She told you to be careful." Uncle Phuong slapped his hand on the steering wheel: "It's not over yet?" I opened my phone. The article has been shared many times. The accompanying image is the scene of me rushing on stage last night to hold the vase, the angle was very dangerous, it looked like I was stealing Tham Nhuoc Ninh's position. The title was extremely dirty, saying I failed to pursue master Chu Thi so I turned to step on his "bright moonlight" to get the upper hand. My mother saw it, angry. with a pale face: "Who wrote it?" Uncle Phuong said: "Who else could it be?" My phone rang. Chu Nghien Tu sent a text message: "The article was not posted by me. I'll have someone delete it." I took a look but didn't answer. The next second, Tham Nhuoc Ninh's phone number called. I answered the phone. Her voice no longer cried, but was extremely calm: "Lam Van, do you think you won?" I turned on the recording. "You say it." She smiled: "Now Chu Nghien Tu feels guilty, in a few days it will be fine. People on the internet just like to see the jokes of women like her who stubbornly cling to men. Even if the rattan vase has a pure origin, it cannot silence their mouths." I asked: