Chapter 7 — From Grandmother to Capitalist Queen

The year he broke the capital chain, I used one million yuan of my pre-wedding savings to put it all into it. But he never — ever — considered me an equal partner.” Her voice was very calm, as if she were presenting a legal case.

“The company name does not include me, the shareholding structure does not include me, even on the Board of Directors there is no seat for me. I worked at that company for seven years and didn't even have an official title."

“But To Van Tinh does. She joined the job for three months, already has the title of PR Director, has a company-issued car, has a payment limit, and has my husband's child."

She stopped, the corner of her mouth curled up in a smile.

“So I want 5% shares. It's not a matter of money — it's a matter of location. I have to sit at that table, I have to have the right to vote, I want every time he makes a decision, he has to see me.”

Duong Duong was silent for a few seconds, then nodded strongly: “Understood. I'll go find a lawyer."

“Find lawyer Phuong.” Lam Tri Y said, "It's Phuong Huc from the old law office. He is the best at handling divorce cases in Tan Hai."

“Yes.”

“One more thing.” Lam Tri Y took her phone, opened To Van Tinh's LinkedIn page and showed it to Duong Duong, "Help me investigate her background. University, Master's, every work experience, every social relationship. I want to know how she appeared in front of Co Dinh Xuyen - was it a coincidence, or was it arranged by someone?"

Duong Duong took the phone and glanced, her pupils slightly constricted: "Do you suspect someone is behind it?"

“Co Dinh Xuyen is cautious, suspicious, and has a strong sense of control. He doesn't seem like the type of person who would impulsively commit adultery." Lam Tri Y sat back on the sofa, hugging a pillow, "Three months into work, To Van Tinh was pregnant - this speed was too fast, not consistent with his behavior pattern. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless someone gives a push.”

Duong Duong put away the phone, his expression became serious: "I'll go investigate right now."

“No rush.” Lam Tri Y pointed to the breakfast bag, "Let's finish the little dragon bag first." If it is cold, it will lose its taste.”

The two people sat in front of the small apartment's dining table, quietly finishing their breakfast. Outside, the sound of Peking opera singing echoed from the radio of the old man exercising downstairs, and sunlight shone on the warm table surface. Duong Duong secretly looked at Lam Tri Y's profile - she was concentrating on sipping porridge, her eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, her expression was peaceful like a normal morning, without worries. But Duong Duong knew that this woman had just finished calculating a war in her mind. Not the crazy kind of war, throwing bowls and smashing doors. It was a quiet, precise war, a fatal blow. Like playing Go. No, it's more like chess — the Queen can move vertically, horizontally, or diagonally at will, crossing the entire board, aiming straight for the crown. After breakfast, Lam Tri Y washed the dishes — she was determined to wash them herself and not let Duong Duong help. Amid the sound of water washing porcelain dishes, she suddenly spoke:

“Duong Duong, do you think I'm cruel?”

Duong Duong was surprised: “Yes?”

“He had an affair, and she chose to make it public in front of three hundred people.” Lam Tri Y turned off the faucet, used a towel to dry her hands, "You didn't leave him any way out, didn't save any face. She didn't even bother to talk to him in private once — directly nailed him to the stake of shame in front of all her colleagues in the business world.”

She turned around, leaned against the kitchen door frame, crossed her arms over her chest.

“Many people will think, you should be a little more generous, close the door and solve the problem. After all, we are husband and wife, after all, we have seven years of love, after all..."