Chapter 6 — filial drama

She used the most miserable days to support his good future. It was also the Khuong family that gave him the foundation and position. Everything that makes him proud is given to him by others who support him in exchange. After the funeral ended, I placed a divorce agreement in front of Pho Thua Chau. "Fu Thua Chau, sign." He looked at me with red eyes. "Khuong Ninh, do you have to force me at this time?" "I don't agree to divorce." I looked at him. "I have no right to disagree." In his eyes, a familiar arrogance appeared again. Even though he had fallen into this situation, deep in his bones he still felt like he could control everything. "Khuong's is under my control now." "Your father has retired to the back line for a long time, the senior leaders in the company also listen to me." "Khuong Ninh, if you divorce me, Khuong's will be in chaos." "Do you really want to ruin our many years of love and Khuong's future because of this?" I almost burst out. laughed. "This thing?" "Fu Thua Chau, until now you still feel that killing your mother is just 'this thing'?" His face turned white. Then, he gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't mean it." "I've suffered enough already." "You can't take advantage of this moment to corner me." I didn't continue to argue with him. The next day, I took my father to Khuong Thi Group. Deputy Thua Chau arrived before me. He sat in the chair position in the meeting room, his face gloomy. When he saw my father, his eyes clearly changed. But very quickly, he calmed down again. "Dad, your health is not good, why do you come here personally?" My father looked at him coldly. "If I don't come, Khuong Thi will really have to change her last name to Pho." The meeting room was silent. Pho Thua Chau's face became unsightly. "Dad, what do you mean by this?" I placed each set of documents on the table one by one. "First copy. You used Khuong Thi's administrative account to sign a high-paying housekeeper contract with Vuong Vy Vy." "Nominally the life assistant of the general manager, but in reality you let her live in my wedding house, managing everything in the house." "Second version. You used related companies to secretly transfer profits." Benefit from some of Khuong Thi's projects." "All these years, you have not been supporting Khuong Thi, but little by little gutting Khuong Thi." "The third version. On a stormy night, you mobilized Khuong Thi's security system and real estate management resources to prevent saving people, leading to a public opinion crisis and serious legal risks." "Deputy Thua Chau, do you think the board of directors is still holding you back?" Deputy Thua Chau suddenly stood up. woke up. "Khuong Ninh! Have you been investigating me for a long time?" I looked at him. "From the first time you brought Vuong Vy Vy into the house, I felt something was wrong." "I just didn't expect you to be more disgusting than I thought." His chest heaved violently. "What Khuong Thi is today is because I risked my life to build it!" My father finally spoke up. "What are you risking your life for?" "Using the family's money." "Using my Jiang family's resources to risk my life?" "Using my Jiang family's resources to risk my life?" "Using my daughter's single-minded trust to risk her life?" "Or using your heartlessness to the point of not even recognizing your own mother to risk your life?" Fu Chengzhou's face immediately turned pale. In the meeting room, many senior leaders bowed their heads. In the past, when Pho Thua Chau was still glorious, everyone called him General Director Pho. But now, no one dares to speak up for him. After being kicked out of Khuong Thi, Pho Thua Chau went to the small house where her mother-in-law used to live. It was a two-bedroom apartment in an old residential area that he bought for her. He said many times: “Mom

"If I'm not used to living in a villa, it would be more comfortable to live there." But actually I know. It's not that my mother-in-law isn't used to it. It's because she's afraid she'll make Pho Thua Chau lose face. That house is very old. The wall paint is a bit yellow. On the table there's still half an uneaten dumpling, next to a plate of pickles. In the wardrobe are all old clothes that have been worn for many years. But in the drawer are neatly arranged all the articles related to Fu Thua Chau. Pages cut from financial magazines. Screenshots of interviews. Photos taken at the company's year-end party. Next to each page is the mother-in-law's not-so-beautiful handwriting. "Thua Chau is on television again." "My son is successful." "Ninh Ninh is a good child, Thua Chau must treat him well." "I should less often come to the villa, to avoid embarrassing my children." Deputy Thua Chau flipped through each page, his hands shaking so much that he could barely hold the last page the day before the tour group departed. "I haven't had a passport so I can't go to France." "Thua Chau has filial piety, I can't let him know." "It's also good to let my in-laws go instead of me. She knows a lot and won't make you lose face." "Tomorrow I will bring pickles to Ninh Ninh and Thua Chau, visit you two and then return."