Chapter 5 — Divorced and received 500 million yuan, I hugged the 4 heirs and disappeared

Time is the best healer, also the strongest sculptor. One year later. A high-end mother and baby brand called "For Us" suddenly emerged overseas, quickly becoming famous globally. Its founder is a mysterious Oriental woman named “Avery”.

“For Us” takes “intimacy and companionship” as its main philosophy, each product designed is filled with humane care, loved by mothers around the world.

That day, a leading financial magazine in the country took Avery as its cover character. She announced that "For Us" will officially enter the domestic market. In the photo, the woman with neat short hair, wearing a well-tailored white suit, is confident, beautiful, and has an explosive temperament. In her arms she held a lovely baby like a doll, that child was almost a miniature version of herself. In her eyes there was no longer any shyness or patience from before, only aloofness and determination remained. Pho Than Ngon met me again at a top business conference. At that time, Pho Thi Group's reputation was seriously damaged due to the scandal a year ago. He was busy trying to save the company's reputation and market. And I, Lam Van, no, now it's Avery, as a special guest standing on stage giving a speech. I wore a champagne-colored long dress, stood under the spotlight, spoke fluently, had clear logic, and was endlessly talkative, my whole body radiating light. Pho Than Ngon, in the stands, looked almost stunned. He was completely unable to connect the dazzling woman on stage with the pale woman lying on the hospital bed a year ago, who he used five hundred million to humiliate. Are they the same person? How is that possible? After the speech ended, I walked off the stage and was immediately surrounded by a group of businessmen. Pho Than Ngon held the glass of wine, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to walk towards me. He wanted to say something to me. Apologize, or question. But it was like I didn't see him at all, chatting happily with my partner next to me, while gracefully turning around and walking directly past him. The hem of my skirt didn't even touch the corner of his shirt. Complete ignorance. Pho Than Ngon stood frozen in place, his hand holding the glass of wine stopped in mid-air, his face pale. He felt an unprecedented sense of failure and humiliation. The feeling of being treated like air annoyed him more than any curse. As soon as the conference ended, he immediately frantically sent someone to investigate all of Avery's information. When the investigation results were placed in front of him, he clutched the papers tightly, his knuckles turning white. Avery is Lam Van. The ex-wife he once threw away. Documents show that a year ago I went abroad, used some startup capital to establish "For Us". But next to me there is really only one child. Looking at this, Pho Than Ngon's heart was both angry and inexplicably relieved. Only take one away. So are there still three of us in the country? Or do I simply not have the ability to take all the children away? He thinks he still has a chance to save himself. Just reclaim that child, then find the remaining three, and everything can still get back on track. He's naive thinking that he still has cards in his hand to negotiate with me. He was completely unaware that this was the next trap I had prepared for him. I intentionally let only one child appear, precisely to make him give birth to this illusion. Let him think that he still has hope. Then when he is most pleased, I will give him the heaviest blow. Pho Than Ngon started pursuing me crazily. Or more accurately, a kind of "salvation" that he considers to be right. The next day, a truck stopped under the building of the Chinese branch of the company “For Us” that I founded. Several people dressed in black got off the bus, carrying countless exquisitely packaged gift boxes. The latest version of Hermes bags pile up into a small mountain. Cartier's high-end jewelry sparkles with dazzling light. There was also a bouquet of nine hundred and ninety-nine blue roses, enough to cover the entire reception desk. All company employees were stunned. The receptionist trembled and handed me a card. On it is Pho Than Ngon's flying dragon and phoenix handwriting: "Van Van, welcome home." I looked at that pile of gifts piled up like a mountain and just found it extremely funny. He is still the same as before, thinking that just using money can solve all problems. I took a pen, wrote a line on the back of the card, then told the receptionist to return all the gifts in their original state.

"Thanks to the Deputy General's 'waste products', my brand was just preparing an environmental protection art exhibition. Unfortunately, these things are still not qualified."

This news reached Pho Than Ngon's ears. He was so angry that his face turned blue, but he couldn't do anything. If one plan fails, he tries another. He used the name of Pho Thi Group to send an invitation to cooperate with our company. I don't refuse. In the meeting room, he brought Giang Noan along, sitting opposite me with the appearance of a winner. Maybe he wanted to use this way to declare that he "won't leave" Giang Noan, and by the way, stimulate me.