Chapter 15 — Eating a piece of sea cucumber, I sent my husband's family out the door

During project implementation. Trieu Minh Vien and I also had several contacts. Although Dinh Thinh Company did not win the main bidding package. But they still get a subcontract item. The two companies need to coordinate with each other technically. Trieu Minh Vien is a completely different type of person than Tran Hao. He talked slowly. Clear logical thinking. Have your own perspective on technology. But never stubborn or imposing on others. During a meeting. The two sides disagreed on a technical detail. Dinh Thinh's technical director resolutely defended his plan. Extremely tough attitude. Trieu Minh Vien finished listening to the presentations of both sides. Then looked at me.

“General Manager Lam.”

“Your plan is indeed more optimal.”

“We will adjust.”

The technical director's face immediately became ugly. Trieu Minh Vien just glanced at him. Say nothing. But just that one look was enough. After the meeting. We ran into each other in the hallway.

“General Manager Trieu.”

“Thank you for your understanding.”

He smiled slightly.

“Technical matters are based on reason.”

“It has nothing to do with dignity.”

I looked at him. Gently nodded. Since that time. Outside of work. Occasionally we also chat a few more words. He knows about my divorce. But never actively mentioned it. There was one time. The two companies had a working meal together. He sat next to me. I discovered it when I poured myself some water. He conveniently poured me a glass. Very natural movements. It's like it's become a habit. I took a look at him. He didn't realize it. Still talking to the other person. Tieu Ngai sitting on the other side gently nudged me. I glared at her. She tried not to laugh. Bow your head to eat. I thought everything with the Tran family was completely over. Unexpectedly, there was still another drama. That afternoon. Tham Thanh called me.

“General Manager Lam.”

“Vuong Thuy Phan sued you.”

“Sue me for what?”

“She hired a lawyer.”

“Says that during the marriage you controlled Tran Hao mentally.”

“Leading him to a psychological breakdown.”

“Ask you to compensate 500,000 yuan for mental damages.”

I laughed out loud.

“Mental control?”

"That's right."

“She said you deliberately hid your identity.”

“Intentionally letting Tran Hao work as an outsourced employee in my company.”

“The purpose was to humiliate and trample him mentally.”

“What is the name of her lawyer?”

“A person named Ma.”

“People with equal hands.”

“Specializes in accepting these types of predatory lawsuits.”

“Just file a lawsuit.”

Half a month later. The trial took place. Lawyer Ma. A man in his fifties. Speak as smoothly as grease. He talked endlessly. Say I took advantage of my financial advantage. Carefully set traps. Lure Tran Hao into the company. Then intentionally put him in the lowest position. To control and crush his self-esteem.

“My client's son.”

“An honest and simple young man.”

“Was manipulated by the plaintiff in the palm of his hand.”

“It eventually leads to a mental crisis.”

“Unsuccessful suicide.”

“It was all caused single-handedly by the plaintiff.”

Tham Thanh stood up.

“Dear Jury.”

“The statements made by the other side have absolutely no basis in reality.”

She presented a series of evidence one after another. Tran's job application Hao. He submitted the application himself through an outsourcing company. I had absolutely no idea that this person would later become my husband. Next is the job assignment profile. Tran Hao is classified as an outsourcing group. Because it does not meet the standards for assessing technical capacity. All have inspection records as evidence.

“As for hiding your identity.”

Tham Thanh looked towards lawyer Ma.

“The law does not stipulate that spouses are required to disclose all personal assets to the other spouse.”

“Besides, my client signed a prenuptial agreement in advance.”

“The property ownership rights of both parties have been clearly established.”

Lawyer Ma's face began to become unsightly. Tham Thanh continued.

"Opposite."

“It was Tran Hao who hid his real income and position before marriage.”

“He identified himself as a project manager.”

“Annual salary 300,000 yuan.”

“When in reality, only entry-level programmers are outsourced.”

“Monthly salary 8,000 yuan.”

“If we have to pursue it.”

“Then the party who committed the fraudulent act must be the defendant.”

“But not the plaintiff.”

The entire courtroom was silent for a few seconds. The judge pronounced the sentence. Reject all lawsuit requests by Vuong Thuy Phan. All litigation costs are her responsibility. Outside the court. Vuong Thuy Phan cried and rioted. And lawyer Ma has disappeared a long time ago. Tran Hao stood next to him. Silent without saying a word. When I walked out of court. He called me back.

“Nhuoc Van.”

I stopped walking. But don't turn back.

“I know you look down on me.”

His voice was very small.

“But I still want to say something to you.”

I stood still for two seconds. Then gently respond.

“Goodbye, Tran Hao.”

Then keep walking. It's truly goodbye. The first version of the system has been completed. Preparing for test run. That evening. I'm working overtime in the office. Check the test report. Suddenly received an anonymous email.

“General Manager Lam.”

“Someone is targeting your project.”

“Be careful with Dinh Thinh.”

I frowned. Immediately forward the email to technical director Lao Luu.

“Check for me.”

“Have there been any unusual source code accesses or edits recently?”

Old Liu investigated all night. The next morning called me.

“General Manager Lam.”

“There's a problem.”

“What's the problem?”

“Our core code repository has been accessed from outside.”

“The IP address traces back to a public Wi-Fi network in the coffee shop.”

My heart sank.

“When did it happen?”

“Three days ago.”

“Can the visitor be identified?”

“But that coffee shop is located right below the building of Dinh Thinh Company.”

I put down the phone. Lean back in the chair. Trieu Minh Vien... Isn't that possible? I don't want to believe it. But the current traces are too coincidental. I think all day long. Finally make a decision. I will ask him directly. That afternoon. I drove to Dinh Thinh Company. Trieu Minh Vien received me in the office. He seemed a bit surprised.

“General Manager Lam.”

“What wind brought you here?”

I sat down opposite him. Look him straight in the eyes.

“General Manager Trieu.”

“I have a question to ask you.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

“You just ask.”