Chapter 3 — Father Wants to Divide His Estate, But the Whole Group Is in My Name

Then... It took me three years to turn my grandfather's company from a loss to a business that doubled its profits. And he sat in his office, angry every three days, blaming me for not giving him any dignity.

"How can I not treat you?"

I sat down on the sofa and calmly looked at him.

"So in your opinion... how should I treat you?"

Tham Quoc Luong raised his head. His eyes were red. In my memory, this man has never cried. He was always a loud-mouthed, hot-tempered person, always thinking that the whole world must revolve around him. But today... His eyes were red. The funny thing is... Seeing those red eyes, my first reaction was not to soften. I am not soft-hearted. The first thing that came to my mind was... His eyes were red because he really felt guilty? Or is it just because he was exposed that he can no longer keep face? The answer appears right in the next sentence.

"I... after all, I am your father. For more than twenty years, I have worked hard for this family..."

I laughed. I took out my phone and opened a folder.

"Dad, do you want to hear how 'hard' you've been over the past twenty years?"

"In 2007, dad used the company's public funds to pay a sum of 300,000 yuan in the name of 'receiving guests', but in fact he took Chu Uyen to the Maldives for a vacation."

"In 2011, my father used the company's name to buy a house in the outer ring and put it in Chu Uyen's name. That land was originally an old factory area that was renovated with my mother's dowry money."

"2015..."

Tham Quoc Luong jumped up. His face turned from red to pale, the blue veins on his temples bulging.

"You... you let someone follow me?"

"Not tracking."

I turned off the phone screen and conveniently placed it on the sofa.

"It's an audit."

"Three years ago, when I took over the company, it was all discovered during a routine audit."

I looked straight at him.

"Why do you think I have to transfer all the shares to my name?"

"Because it's fun?"

"It's because Dad's arms are too long."

"If I let Dad continue, it won't be long before all the assets my grandfather left behind will be drained away by Dad."

Tham Quoc Luong staggered. He leaned his hand against the edge of the sofa, looking like he was about to lose his footing. Not knowing when, Uncle Ly was standing at the living room door. He looked confused, not knowing whether to enter or not. My mother is still sitting next to me. From beginning to end, she did not say another word. Just quietly drinking tea. Occasionally look at me. That look seemed to be saying... Don't be too cruel. But also saying... Don't stop. My voice calmed down a bit.

"I don't want to push things to the end."

"Anyway, my father's last name is Tham."

"My last name is also Tham."

Tham Quoc Luong raised his head. A ray of hope flashed in his eyes.

"But the rules still need to be clearly stated."

I raised a finger.

"First, Tham Hao Vu is not allowed to step foot into the company. From today, the door of Tham Thi Group will be closed to him."

"Second, the house in Chu Uyen's name must complete the transfer procedure before the end of the month."

"Third, Dad's supplementary card will be canceled. From now on, Dad's living expenses will be transferred month by month, enough to cover."

I interrupted him.

"If you still want to continue living in this house, then From now on, please treat me kindly."

I looked straight into his eyes.

"You only have those four conditions."

"If you can't do it..."

"Then divorce by agreement."

"Dad left empty-handed."

Tham Quoc Luong opened his mouth. Then close. Open your mouth again.

"I... I don't agree to divorce."

I smiled.

"Then do the other four things."

He was silent for a long time. It took so long that Uncle Ly stood outside the door and had to change his standing position three times. In the end... Tham Quoc Luong was like a deflated balloon. He slowly, heavily sat back on the sofa. He didn't nod. Don't shake your head either. I know... This is over. Just as I stood up, Tan Tu had been standing in the hallway for some time. She nodded slightly at me, holding up the phone.

"Chairman Tham, General Director Trieu's side has already signed the contract confirmation."

I walked out of the living room. Behind me, my mother's voice was heard saying to Uncle Ly:

"I'd like you to warm up two more dishes."

"Tri Du hasn't had dinner yet."

Her voice was still calm. As if nothing had happened just now. The hallway is very long. Warm yellow light covers the floor. I walked a few steps then suddenly stopped. Turn your head to look towards the living room. Tham Quoc Luong is still sitting on the sofa. Looking from this angle, his shoulders were slumped, his head bowed, looking like a child who had just done something wrong and was being punished. He is no longer a child. He is a man who has lived for more than fifty years, but from beginning to end he always believed that everything in life should belong to him. I withdrew my gaze and continued to walk forward.

"Arrange a meeting with the legal department tomorrow."

"What is the content of the meeting?"

"Cancel supplementary card, process asset transfer procedures..."

I paused a bit.

"More..."

Halfway through the hot pot meal, my mother called.

"After eating, go home early, don't drink alcohol."

"I know, mom."

"Also..." She hesitated for a moment then continued: "Your father has been in the room for a while now, and hasn't come out all night."

I still calmly dipped the piece of beef stomach in the hot pot exactly seven times, my chopsticks never stopping.

"Just let him calm down for the night. Let's talk about something tomorrow."

Hanging up the phone, Tan Tu sat opposite, dipping the meat into a bowl of sesame sauce and cautiously asking:

"President Tham, can I ask you a question?"

"Three years ago you knew Tham Hao Vu existed, so why didn't you touch him?"

I put the piece of beef stomach into my mouth and chewed slowly.

"Because it's not necessary."

"So why now..."

"Because he jumped out himself."

Tan Tu nodded, as if he understood but also did not understand. I put down my chopsticks and pulled out a tissue to dry my hands.

"Qin Tu, do you know what I hate the most?"

She shook her head.

"What I hate most is not my own son, not the third person, and even less my father's miserable nature."

I looked at the red hot pot boiling in front of me.

"The thing I hate the most is... some people think that my things should naturally be shared with them."

The contract was worth 30 billion yuan, it took me eight months to negotiate successfully. Flying to Shenzhen six times, flying to Shanghai three times, staying up countless nights. After half a year of regaining ownership of shares, I had to negotiate with seven board members one by one, three of whom almost turned against me. Three years brought the corporation from losses to profitable growth profit, I lost more than six kilograms, and I also had a handful of gray hair. All of these things were built by me using every ounce of strength and every drop of sweat.