Chapter 18 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

They said someone using their real identity reported that the car repair shop had a serious safety risk, immediately sealed it and asked to close it for correction. Giang Du Bach stood in front of the sealed rolling door, rubbing his chin.

“This bastard, is quite interesting.”

She looked at him, an indescribable guilt rising in her heart.

"Sorry, I've implicated you. I will compensate you for your damages."

Giang Du Bach turned his head, looked at her and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Lady Han, do you think I'm just starting out on my first day?"

He took a step forward. His tall body blocked the bright sunlight, enveloping her in his shadow.

“I have a disability, the more people don't let me do something, the more I have to do it.”

He bent down to look at her, a passionate fire dancing in his eyes.

“This homestay, I definitely have to finish building it.”

The rainy season in Dali always comes suddenly. On the afternoon of the third day, a pouring rain drenched the whole street. Because the project was stalled, the homestay yard was filled with unfinished wooden materials covered with waterproof tarpaulins. Online public opinion is still boiling. Some enthusiastic netizens even went to the homestay door and splashed red paint on the gate. Write four big words, "Go to hell, poison woman." Nam Chi angrily called the police three times, but this type of sneaky criminal was simply impossible to catch. Han Mo Tuyet sat on the second floor balcony, looking at the puddle of red paint being washed away by the rainwater downstairs. Are you frustrated? Very frustrated. This resentment is not because of being oppressed by Tham Bach Chu. It's because of the disgusting feeling like having a toad with scabies crawling on the top of your foot. If you can't get rid of it, if you step on it to death, you're afraid of getting dirty. At four o'clock in the afternoon, a black Mercedes commercial vehicle parked in front of the homestay. The car door opened and Trinh Van Chieu walked out holding a black umbrella. Today she was dressed modestly, without makeup, looking extremely haggard. She looked exactly like a widow who had just lost her husband. She walked into the yard and looked up at Han Mo Tuyet on the second floor.

"Sister-in-law, Mr. Bach Chu has been transferred from the detention center to the city hospital. He refused treatment and has been on a hunger strike for three days now."

Her voice sounded drifting in the rain.

“The doctor said, the tumor in his stomach was pressing on a blood vessel. If he didn't have surgery immediately, he might not survive this week.”

Han Mo Tuyet picked up the cold tea cup in her hand and took a sip, not paying any attention to her.

“Are you satisfied?”

Seeing her indifference, Trinh Van Chieu suddenly raised his voice. There was a sickly glee in his voice.

"You forced him to this point, he wanted to suffocate even the last bit of hope for life. Han Mo Tuyet, you are so scary."

She laughed.

"Trinh Van Chieu, you went all the way here, just to discuss whether I'm scary or not?"

She stood up, walked to the edge of the balcony, looking down from above.

“If I were really scary, four years ago I would have posted some sexy, revealing photos of you on the company's internal group, so that you would never be able to climb to the position of chief flight attendant in your entire life.”

Trinh Van Chieu's face immediately turned pale, and his hand holding the umbrella trembled. That's the dark information she left behind when she first joined the company. At that time, she wanted to get promoted so she ignored it every trick. Later, he was drowned by Tham Bach Chu. She thought only Tham Bach Chu knew, but she had forgotten that Tham Bach Chu's email in those years had been managed by Han Mo Tuyet.

“You... you're talking gibberish!”

“I said gibberish?”

Han Mo Tuyet looked at her coldly.

“You and Luu Que Phuong are doing all sorts of nonsense behind your back, do you think you can hide from the world?”