Chapter 7 — Female CEO Comes to Collect Debt

"The external debts have been collected, the internal debts have not yet been collected. The child is three years old, so he should have a complete household registration book." "If you still want to run, I can slowly wear down on you. You run once, I will chase you once. Even if you run away until you are eighty years old, I will still come and block the door."If someone else said these words, I would treat them as a joke. But Co Han Chi said, I couldn't laugh at all. She can really do it. I held the confirmation paper and asked her in a low voice: "Do you still hate me?" The office was quiet for a few seconds. Co Han Chi looked at me and slowly spoke. "Hate. The day you took the money and hit me in the face, I just wished I couldn't sew your mouth shut." My throat was tight. She paused and continued: "The day you ran away holding the child, I also hated it. But in these three years, you have raised Thua An very well. Your father protected the boy, you also protected the boy. The story of you standing up to help me at the press conference, I have remembered." "Trieu Dai Dung, in this whole life I have suffered a lot, and there are not many people I have trusted. You are counted as one."After listening, I suddenly burst out laughing. Laughed for a moment, but the bridge of my nose felt a bit spicy. I picked up a pen and signed the "Return to Work Agreement" first. After signing, I signed my name on the marriage certificate. Co Han Chi stared at those two names, his eyes finally softening completely. She stood up, walked in front of me, raised her hand to fix my lopsided collar. Three years ago, even in my wildest dreams, I never dared to think that one day she would touch me like that. Trieu Thua An stood behind and clapped his hands and shouted: "Dad signed a contract to sell himself!" I turned around and glared at the boy: "Boy, who taught you?" "Grandpa taught." The boy said in an immature voice, then added: "Grandpa also said that in the future, dad must listen to mom, otherwise he will be sent back to the district to stand guard." Co Han Chi laughed. This is the first time I've seen her smile like that. Like the surface of ice cracking, underneath is a stream of water that is constantly moving. She stuffed the car keys into my hand, her voice gentle. "Trieu Dai Dung." "Present." "Downstairs, driving." I was stunned: "Where to?" She looked at me, then looked at the boy who was puffing his cheeks and pretending to be busy on the sofa. "Going home."