Chapter 21 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

His eyes rolled back, this time he actually fainted. Trinh Van Chieu was sitting on the ground, his face pale. Han Mo Tuyet did not look at them any more. Walking shoulder to shoulder with Giang Du Bach, he walked out of the hospital building. I don't know when it stopped raining outside. The horizon cracked a gap, the golden sunset pouring through the clouds. Puddles of water on the ground reflect sparkling light.

"Actually, you could have turned your cards face up early, so why did you have to wait for him to dig his own grave?"

Giang Du Bach gave her a cigarette and lit one himself. She took the cigarette, didn't smoke it, just held it loosely in her hand and played with it.

“Because only when he uses all his tricks and exposes all the filth and despicableness, will he truly understand how miserably he has lost.”

She looked toward the sunset over the Thuong Son range in the distance.

“He does not deserve forgiveness, he only deserves destruction from head to toe.”

The story of Tham Bach Chu quickly spread throughout Dali and in the aviation world. Fake medical records and evidence that he manipulated regulations incorrectly. Like a storm, completely tearing apart the affectionate image he had worked so hard to create over the years. The airline where he worked issued an official document that same day. Not only did he expel him from his Party membership and position, but he also put him on the blacklist of the entire civil aviation system. For the rest of his life, even flying on a plane will be criticized by countless eyes. As for Trinh Van Chieu, on suspicion of blackmail and economic fraud, she was sent straight to the detention center. After Liu Que Phuong learned that the baby in Trinh Van Chieu's womb was an illegitimate child, she rushed to tear Trinh Van Chieu right in the hospital room, scratching her entire face. In the end, a stroke led to hemiplegia, and he could no longer speak clearly. But that's already a thing for the future. The red paint stain in front of the homestay door has been washed away and shines clean. The material suppliers who had been bought out by Tham Bach Chu, after learning that Tham Bach Chu had fallen into the trap, spent all night transporting the materials back. Even compensated an additional amount of labor money as atonement. That afternoon, the homestay sign was finally hung up.

“Mo Quy Homestay” (Afternoon Return).

Nam Chi clapped her hands loudly, looked at those four words, and let out a long breath.

"Finally, we're at peace. These past few days have been like filming a TV show."

Han Mo Tuyet smiled, turned and walked into the yard. Giang Du Bach is standing under the porch. He held a tape measure to measure the size of the last wooden bar. Today he wore a white protective tank top, sweat pouring down his toned arms. Under the sunlight, it radiates a shiny light. Seeing her come in, he put down the tape measure and used the towel around his neck to wipe the sweat from his face.

“Lady Han, congratulations. Finished cleaning up the mess.”

He walked in front of her, a smile forming on the corner of his lips.

“According to the contract, my work has ended. The remaining interior decoration, you guys can handle it yourself.”

She looked at him. Over the past half month, if it weren't for him secretly helping to investigate Trinh Van Chieu's case. This counterattack would not have won such a resounding victory.

“Are you free tonight?” she asked.

Brother raised eyebrows.

“Does Miss Han want to marry me?”

“Invite my chief designer to have a glass of wine and celebrate a bit. The location is up to you.”

“Okay.”

He smiled softly, his deep voice vibrating in his chest.

"I'm just afraid that the Han lady won't drink me back."

That evening, Giang Du Bach took her to an outdoor pub on the shore of Nhi Hai Lake. There is no ear-splitting music, just the resident singer holding a guitar and singing rustic folk songs.