Chapter 14 — Cracks Under Light

"The article was posted by you?" "You guess." "Hua Kien Thanh has been taken away, aren't you still afraid?" "What am I afraid of? He is more afraid than me. In my hand I have evidence that he received money, he will not tell all to drag me to the end." Tham Nhuoc Ninh lowered his voice: "On the contrary, it is you, Lam Van. Your parents' small shop, your grandmother's vase, your life, every single thing can be destroyed. people talk about corruption." I said: "You admit it." She paused, her voice suddenly became harsh: "Are you recording?" I hung up. Uncle Phuong happily asked: "Is this girl's mind stuck in a door?" I sent the recording to Ms. Luong, then passed it on to Co Minh Nghi's assistant. When the car arrived downstairs, Chu Nghien Tu was waiting there. Obviously he also saw the article, his expression was very poor. "Give me the recording." He said: "Let me handle it." I got out of the car: "No need." "Lam Van, this matter was caused by Chu Thi and Tham Nhuoc Ninh, I am responsible." "You are not the only one responsible." I said: "You are the source." His lips were white. I continued: "If it weren't for your support, she wouldn't have dared to steal the jade button, wouldn't have dared to rob me of credit, and wouldn't have dared to force my parents out of the street." Chu Nghien Tu's voice was hoarse: "I will publicly apologize." I asked: "With what status?" He was stunned. "A childhood friend? A neighbor? Or someone who once criticized me for making you lose face?" He bowed his head: "What do you want me to do?" The light in the hallway was broken, the light fell on it. half of his face, making him look much more struggling than before. I said: "Stay away from me and my family." He tightened his grip on the phone: "I can't do it." I looked at him: "Then I will force you to do it." He was about to say something when the phone rang. The voice of Chu's mother crying came from the other end: "Nghien Tu, it's not okay. The company said someone canceled the cooperation, the exhibition center also wants to hold responsible. Your father told you to go home immediately." Chu Nghien Tu looked at me, his eyes complicated. I said: "Go back." He asked: "What did you do?" I did not answer. Uncle Phuong stuck his head out of the glass door: "What's wrong? The bad things are all done by your family, do the good things still have to be on her head?" Chu Nghien Tu's face became even whiter. I helped my mother go upstairs. When I reached the second floor, I heard him standing below calling: "Lam Van, I really know I was wrong." I didn't stop. At the end of the hallway, the neighbor's old light flickered twice before finally coming on. The online article was taken down within half an hour. It was not done by Chu Nghien Tu. Co Minh Nghi used the museum's official account to post a statement, attaching old photos, donation records, photos at the exhibition center and a recording of Tham Nhuoc Ninh's call. After sharing, Mr. Phuong only wrote one sentence: "Sooner or later, the stolen credit will hit my feet." Ms. Luong also publicly explained the incident at the exhibition last night, directly naming and canceling Tham Nhuoc Ninh's status as advisor. The comments reversed very quickly. "It turned out that the person who really repaired the vase was Lam Van." "Tham Nhuoc Ninh stole someone's jade button, and then came back to slander her?" "Is the man from the Chu family blind?" My mother sat on the sofa looking at the phone, sometimes laughing, sometimes sighing. "Van Van, everyone scolded you very happily, but I still felt uncomfortable looking at it." I poured water for her: "Don't look anymore." My father sat next to him and wiped it. After cleaning the clock for a long time, it still hasn't been reinstalled: "The boy from the Chu family won't be comfortable tonight." I said: "That's what he deserves." The doorbell rang. My father opened the door, outside was Father Chu. He didn't bring a gift, just a file. His hair seemed to be grayer than it had been in the past few days. "Mr. Lam, I came to apologize." My father did not let him in: "I'm sorry."

Does it work?" Father Chu whispered: "If it doesn't work, it has to come." Mother Chu stood on the stairs, not daring to step up, her face no longer had the usual noble look. Father Chu handed the file to my father: "About the store, Aunt Trieu's daughter-in-law falsified the documents, we went to apologize to her. The Chu family's relatives will never touch that store again. As for the money we borrowed from your house in the past, this is both principal and interest." My father did not accept: "We will calculate the money, but not now." Father Chu looked at me: "Van Van, I am also sorry for you. Over the years, we have enjoyed your care, gradually getting used to it and forgetting that it is not your responsibility." Those words were more like human words than all the words Chu Nghien Tu had ever said. Finally, Chu's mother could not bear it and stepped up: "Van Van, you are wrong. She just loves Nghien Tu so much, afraid that she will be laughed at by outsiders." My mother coldly looked at her: "So you let outsiders laugh at my daughter?" Chu's mother cried: "I'm confused." I asked: "Did Tham Nhuoc Ninh stay in Chu Nghien Tu's apartment because you agreed?" She nodded. "Let her drink the soup you cooked, did you also tacitly agree?" Her lips trembled: "At that time I didn't think much." "Forcing you to come here." Is it also your idea to take care of the two of them?” Chu's mother's crying gradually subsided.