Chapter 9 — Ex-Wife Takes Power

“Tomorrow's press conference, I will come personally.”

He hung up. I put down my phone and looked outside, where the lights of tens of thousands of families were gradually lighting up. Luc Canh Tham, do you think that by cutting off Qian Hue Lan's line, I can only stand still and wait for you to come home and clean up? You are wrong. You close one door, I'll kick out two windows. This bravery was taught to me by your three years of cold violence. Should have said thank you. Chapter 10 The next morning at six o'clock, I opened my eyes. Outside the window, the sky is not yet fully bright. I stood in front of the mirror, putting on each item of clothing. Black vest, straight shoulder line, tight waist. Her long hair was pinned high with a silver bobby pin, fully revealing her elegant neck and chin. I twisted the bright red lipstick. Plump lipstick, intense red color. Luc Canh Tham hates this color the most. He once squeezed my wrist, pressed the lipstick down on the dressing table, and said in a deep voice: "Van Ninh, when you smile you always look timid, this color is too bright." He likes me with a bare face, likes me wearing linen dresses, likes me talking half a beat slow. What he needs is not a wife, but a decorative object. Don't speak, don't cause trouble, even your breathing must follow his rhythm. Unfortunately, that decoration was smashed by his own hand, the pieces were scattered all over the ground, and he didn't even bother to look down. I slowly apply lipstick. Red, standard, bright. Nine forty-five in the morning. The flight from Frankfurt landed on time in Pudong. When Luc Canh Tham pulled his suitcase and rushed out of the gate, his whiskers were jagged, his eyes were full of blood, and his suit was wrinkled and out of shape. He didn't go home, didn't change his clothes, took a taxi straight to the company. In the car, he stared at his phone. Hot search number 1: Hang Nghiep Group had a personnel earthquake. Hot search number 2: Co Van Ninh parachuted into the Chairman's chair, internal story of Luc Canh Tham's disappearance for half a year. The photo attached to the third hot search is a photo of him and Tham Nhuoc Huyen standing side by side on the streets of Berlin. The title is straight into the viewer's eyes: *Iron evidence of adultery in marriage, ex-wife absolutely betrays.* Each piece of news, like a burning cigarette butt, is pressed straight into the face that he always thought was a copper wall and an iron wall. He thought he hid deep enough and acted quickly enough. But what actually slapped him in the face, was not a slap. It was a wall collapsing right in my face. The car suddenly braked in front of Hang Nghiep building. He was stunned. Outside the company's main door, reporters, cameras, microphones, and flash lights were stuck, the entire area was completely black. On the electronic screen outside the building's wall, large text ran continuously:

“Hang Nghiep Group press conference, 10:30.”

He glared at that text, his hand clutching the handle of the suitcase, his joints turning white. At that moment, the building's glass door from the inside was pushed open. The first person to step out was Phuong Dich Than. Phuong Dich Than of Thien Thinh Group. The person he hated the most, chasing after him for five years without catching up, not even being able to invite him to a meal - Phuong Dich Than. Phuong Dich Than was wearing a dark gray suit, standing on the steps, leaning slightly in, as if giving way to someone. Next, the second person stepped out. Black vest, bright red lips, silver hair clip, high heels stepped on the marble steps step by step, each sound was crisp and steady. It's me. Phuong Dich Than and I stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the main door of Hang Nghiep Group. Under the sunlight, he looked at me, his whole body as if pinned to the ground. I bowed my head slightly, my eyes crossed the crowd, without deviation or tilt, falling right on his face.