Chapter 18 — From Grandmother to Capitalist Queen

First, the voting rights of shares. Co Dinh Xuyen asked Lam Tri Y to delegate voting rights to him, in other words - she can hold shares and enjoy dividends, but in the shareholders' meeting she cannot vote.

“No way.” Lam Tri Y firmly refused, "What I need is full shareholder rights, including voting rights. If voting rights are authorized for you, what do I use these shares for?"

“Are you doing this for dividends?” Co Dinh Xuyen's lawyer asked.

“It's not because of dividends. It's to participate in corporate governance.” Lam Tri Y looked straight at Co Dinh Xuyen, "You promised me a seat on the Board of Directors. If I don't have the right to vote, that Board of Directors seat is just an empty shell."

Co Dinh Xuyen was silent for a moment, then finally gave in. Second, the term of the Board of Directors seat. Co Dinh Xuyen proposed that Lam Tri Y's term on the Board of Directors be one year, with re-election after one year.

“At least three years.” Lam Tri Y said, "A year is too short, I can't do anything."

“Two years.” Co Dinh Xuyen bargained.

“Three years.” Lam Tri Y did not give a single step.

In the end, both sides each took a step back — two and a half years. The moment the agreement was signed, Lam Tri Y felt a surge of complex emotions. Not joy, not liberation, but a strange... emptiness. What she just signed is not just an ordinary share transfer agreement. This is part of the divorce agreement. After signing it, the seven-year marriage between her and Co Dinh Xuyen officially ended. There will no longer be the words "I do" at the wedding. There is no longer a diamond ring on the banks of the Seine River. No more sunshine and swimming pool at Ban Son Nhat Hieu. Only a thirty-seven page legal document remained, stamped with a red seal, coldly declaring the end of a relationship. When Lam Tri Y put the last stroke of the pen to sign his name, the pen stopped on the paper for a second. Then she put down her pen, stood up, and reached out to Co Dinh Xuyen.

"Mr. Gu, happy cooperation."

Co Dinh Xuyen looked at her hand, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed it.

“Happy cooperation.”

The two hands held each other for less than two seconds and then separated. The palms of my hands were dry and the temperature was cold, just like two strangers. They were already strangers. Coming out of the meeting room, Lam Tri Y and lawyer Phuong separated in the hallway. Lawyer Phuong went to send documents, while Lam Tri Y walked towards the elevator alone. When she passed the corner, she saw To Van Tinh. To Van Tinh wore a loose wool dress - fourteen weeks pregnant, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, but her overall figure was still very slim. She leaned her back against the hallway wall, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, her face was pale, her eyes were red and swollen, clearly she had just finished crying. Seeing Lam Tri Y, her body clearly stiffened. The two looked at each other for three seconds. Lam Tri Y spoke first: "Director To, who are you waiting for here?" To Van Tinh bit her lower lip: "Wait for Dinh Xuyen."

“Oh.” Lam Tri Y nodded, her expression calm as if saying "The weather is really nice today".

Then she noticed the cup of coffee in To Van Tinh's hand - Americano, large size, steaming.

"You're pregnant, and you still drink coffee?"

To Van Tinh was stunned, looked down at the cup of coffee in his hand, and instinctively hid it behind his back.

“It's okay for me… to drink a glass once in a while.”

“Consuming caffeine in early pregnancy will increased risk of miscarriage.” Lam Tri Y's voice was still faint, as if she was presenting common medical knowledge, "If you really want to keep this baby, I advise you to change to decaf or fruit juice."

To Van Tinh's eye sockets immediately turned red.

“The late lady—”

“Call me Ms. Lam.”

"Miss Lam..." To Van Tinh's voice began to tremble, "I know you don't like me. I also don't expect you to forgive me. But… but I want to tell you something.”

“What?”