Chapter 1 — Divorced and received 500 million yuan, I hugged the 4 heirs and disappeared

AS SOON AS GIVING GIVES, MY HUSBAND THROWS ME 500 MILLION DIVORCE FEE. THE NEXT MORNING THE WHOLE FAMILY GOES CRAZY LOOKING FOR 4 CHILDREN. My postpartum wound had not yet healed, my husband impatiently throws me a divorce fee of up to 500 million yuan. Seeing his eyes of undisguised hatred, I didn't cry, didn't hold back, and didn't bother for another second, just calmly took the money and left. He immediately opened the champagne to celebrate, because he could finally get rid of that "fool" that is me, out of his life. But he was completely unaware that inside the suitcase I brought with me when I left home were not clothes. They are the only four heirs, nine generations of the Pho family. Wait until the next morning, when the nanny walks into the children's room, the sky of this entire wealthy family will completely collapse. The post-surgery numbing screw has not yet completely dissolved, the wound in my abdomen hurts as if thousands of red-hot iron wires are continuously piercing through my skin. I lay on the cold white bed in the VIP hospital room, every breath brought sharp pain to my bones. Pho Than Ngon stood next to the bed, looking down at me from above with cold eyes as if looking at an old item that had no use and could be thrown away at any time. Today he was wearing an expensive, handmade suit, smooth and wrinkle-free, in complete contrast to the hospital room that reeked of disinfectant. He pulled a check out of his pocket and held it loosely between two fingers. The movements were so casual that it seemed like what he was holding was not money, but just a worthless piece of paper. His voice was as cold as ice, without any emotion. In the past three years, since I met him, I have become very familiar with that intonation. He conveniently threw the check onto the blanket. The fragile piece of paper fell to the exact location of my surgical scar, clearly light but weighing like a thousand pounds. I tried to open my eyes and looked at the number line above. 500 million yuan. That money was used to buy off my reproductive value. After two years, she became a daughter-in-law in the Pho family, living more obediently than cattle and horses. Also bought off my last remaining bit of dignity.

“Lam Van, this is what you ‘deserve’ to receive.”

He deliberately emphasized the word "deserve", his tone of favor and contempt was not hidden at all.

"Stop thinking about things that don't belong to you anymore."

What "doesn't belong to me" in his words, of course, also includes the four children that I almost lost my life to give birth to. Pregnant with four children at the same time, the pain I had to endure was far beyond that of a normal person. Morning sickness to the point of vomiting green bile and yellow bile. My feet were so swollen that I couldn't wear any shoes. In the last months of pregnancy, my belly was so big that I couldn't lie down, and every night I had to sit against the head of the bed to sleep. On the day I gave birth, I even had to step through the ghost gate because of severe bleeding. But in Pho Than Ngon's eyes, all of that is just an inevitable step in a transaction. At that moment, his surgical scar hurt again because of his action of throwing the check. The intense pain kept me completely awake. I bit my lip, not allowing myself to let out even a moan. Don't be weak in front of him. That was the last bit of dignity I had left. I He propped himself up and tried to sit up. Every movement hurts like being burned. Pho Than Ngon just coldly stood and watched. He had no intention of helping. The divorce agreement is placed right next to it. Obviously he had been preparing everything for a long time. I picked up the pen. His eyes stopped at the last signature line. I don't cry. Don't cause trouble. Don't even bother to question. Because I understand clearly, to someone who has never put you in his heart, all your emotions are just a cheap joke. The nib of the pen glides across the paper. The two words "Lam Van" appear clearly. That was also the end of a ridiculous marriage that had lasted for the past three years. Pho Than Ngon happily withdrew the agreement. The eyes looking at me finally showed another emotion. It's relief. The relief of someone who has just been relieved of a burden. He turned around and without hesitation took out his phone. Then click on the number sequence that I have memorized for a long time. The moment the call was connected, the cold voice from before immediately became strangely gentle. That gentleness... I have never received it.

“Noan Noan, you are free.”

“Let's go celebrate tomorrow.”

From the other end of the line came Giang Noan's soft, pampering voice. Even though I only listened on the phone, I could still imagine her white lotus appearance, always pretending to be innocent and pure.

“Than Ngon, what about Miss Lam and the ‘child’?”

She deliberately emphasized the word "child", as if they were not four living lives, but just a few items that could be handled arbitrarily. Hearing those words, a strong feeling of disgust rose in my heart. My child. In their eyes, it's not even worth as much as a piece of luggage that needs to be packed. Pho Than Ngon laughed softly. The tone was gentle and indulgent, but every word uttered was cold to the end.

“She has already received the money, she will immediately know what to do and disappear.”

"As for the children, they already have a nanny and a specialist to take care of them. There's no need for her."

I lowered my eyes, hiding the coldness rolling at the bottom of my eyes. Pho Than Ngon. You'll know soon enough. After all, no one needs anyone. After ending the call, he was clearly in a good mood. He turned around and left the hospital room, not even a glance was too lazy to give me alms. The door closed. All outside sounds are also completely isolated. I tried to push myself up and step by step walked to the mirror. The woman reflected in it had a face as white as a sheet of paper. Dry, cracked lips. Hair that hasn't been washed for many days is stuck to my head. Even I felt disgusted by that appearance. But those eyes were terrifyingly bright. Inside is burning the fire of revenge. I took my phone and called my best friend.

“To Duyet.”

“Yeu Duyet, the plan can begin.”

Quiet late at night. I changed into the cleaning uniform I had prepared in advance, put on a mask, a hat, and pushed the cleaning cart slowly into the hallway. I intentionally walked through the hidden corners of the surveillance cameras. Every step is precise and without error. I have silently rehearsed these routes from the times I went to the doctor's office in the late stages of pregnancy hundreds of times in my head. In the headset, To Duyet's calm voice rang out.

“Tieu Van, I've finished dealing with the electronic lock of the children's room."

“You have thirty seconds.”

“Don't worry, I'm waiting for you outside.”

I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, then raised my hand to push open the heavy door in front of me. Inside the children's room. Incubators lined up under cold, pale blue light. Just take a quick look. I have recognized my four treasures. They are tiny. Wrinkled skin. It looked like four baby monkeys had just been born. But all four slept very well. The small chest rose and fell rhythmically with each breath. It was the most gentle sound I've ever heard in this world. My heart immediately softened.