Chapter 17 — Dawn After the Crack

“I've lived a normal life for twenty-eight years, and lying down for two more days won't hurt anything.”

That night, Lam Niem So went into labor. In the delivery room, the cramps came wave by wave. The nurse next to her told her to push. She gritted her teeth, her hands clutching the edge of the bed. Outside the delivery room, Lam Tri Vien, Lam Sung Son, Lam Tri Phuong, Lam Can Vu and Tong Dao were all standing there. A large family kept walking restlessly in the hallway. At exactly two forty-six in the morning, the sound of a newborn baby's cry tore through the door of the delivery room. A baby girl. Weighs more than three pounds. When the nurse held the diapered baby and carefully placed it on her chest, Lam Niem So looked at that tiny, wrinkled face, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word. Tears kept falling. This was the first time she experienced an important event in her life with someone by her side. The door to the delivery room opened and Lam Tri Vien was the first to rush in. Seeing his daughter and grandchildren, the man holding this three hundred billion corporation in his hands immediately turned red.

“Good, very good.” He only knows how to say the same word over and over again.

Lam Sung Son walked to the bed, looked at his great-granddaughter's face, her lips moving for half a day.

“Just like Niem So when she was a child.” He said hoarsely, “Just like her mother.”

Lam Niem So hugged her child, the jade bracelet on her wrist sparkling with gentle blue light under the light.

“What is your name?” Tong Dao leaned his head in to see.

Lam Niem So looked at the little darling in her arms.

“Lam So Tinh.”

"The word Sister in Niem So. The word Love in the sentence "After the rain, the sky is bright again."

Lam Niem So's month of confinement took place at the main house of the Lam family. It is an independent three-story villa, in the garden there is a cinnamon tree that is said to have been planted for forty years. Lam Sung Son moved out to the best room on the second floor, invited two nannies, and also told the chef in the house to change the menu every day to accommodate different dishes. Lam Niem So felt that everything was not very real. Half a year ago, she still had to eat meals divided equally at the Tran family's house, but now she is living in a villa worth hundreds of millions of yuan, with someone serving tea and water to her teeth. But she didn't stop because of that. In the second week of confinement, she began sitting on her bed drawing a design sketch. She has already thought about the direction for the second batch of products of "So Kien" - the "Healing" collection. It is a continuation of the crack aesthetic, but this time, the crack is no longer the main character, but the gold threads used to fill those cracks. The inspiration comes from the Japanese art of Kintsugi - using gold to repair broken ceramics, turning wounds into the most brilliant details. She sent a sketch of the idea to Co Tham. Co Tham's answer was extremely brief: Amazing. When will there be a plan for mass production? Niem So: Next week. During the confinement period, the outside world was not at all calm. Tran Quoc Dong's case has entered the stage of reviewing and prosecuting, and the Procuracy has determined that the crime of kidnapping and child trafficking has been established. Tien Duc Hai was also prosecuted. Tran Quoc Luong's construction materials company was fined three million eight hundred thousand yuan due to tax problems, plus the loss of several large customers, the capital chain was damaged. interrupted, on the brink of bankruptcy. When the news came, Lam Niem So was breastfeeding her baby. Lam So Tinh sucked very well, her little mouth kept bulging and falling.

“In the past, mom didn't get to eat delicious food.” Lin Niem Chu whispered to her daughter, “But now you have everything.”

On the day her confinement ended, Co Tham arrived. He brought a bouquet of flowers and a gift box.

“Congratulations.” He placed the gift on the table, "It's for So Tinh."

Lam Niem So opened the box, inside was a silver bracelet for children, extremely delicately crafted, with a cloud pattern engraved on it - exactly like the pattern on her silver lock.

“Did you ask a worker to do that?”

"Yes. Use the exact pattern on your silver lock."

Lam Niem So took out the bracelet and held it in her hand.

"Thank you."

Co Tham sat down on the living room sofa, the shadow of the cinnamon tree in the garden reflected through the window.