Chapter 10 — From Noodles to Glory

"I... I'm taking revenge on you!" "I'm protecting my work. Is there a problem?" He was blocked by me and couldn't speak. His finger pointed at me, his lips trembling. "So... what do you want?" "Very simple." I sat back on the sofa, crossing my legs. "First, I will still fight Luong Uyen's copyright infringement lawsuit as usual. If she uses my things, I have to compensate. Second, the Tri Vien project I have already accepted, has nothing to do with you. Third..." I looked into his eyes. "I want a divorce." "Divorce?" Chu Han felt like he had been slapped. "Are you crazy? Because of this little thing..." "This little bit of matter?" I interrupted him. "You stole my work, you raised an outside woman, you let me stay for a month to serve her, you humiliated me in front of everyone... this is 'this little thing'?" "I don't raise an outside woman! You and Luong Uyen are clean!" He denied reflexively, his voice was very loud, but his eyes were averted. "Pure or not, it's no longer the case. more important.” I open a document on my phone. "This is the draft divorce agreement that the lawyer sent me this afternoon. Please look at it." He did not accept it. "To Niem, I will not divorce." "It's not my turn to decide." "Why do you think it's not my turn to decide?" He took a step closer, intending to use his height and physique to overwhelm me. "Based on this." I opened another folder in my phone. Inside is a recording. His own voice came from the phone speaker. "Don't panic. I've deleted all those files, they can't find the source." "I'll handle the watermark issue. I remember... those designs were made by myself, I don't know which factory, and I've never seen any documents. Just keep this point in mind." The conversation between him and Luong Uyen in the office. That day the door was not closed. The recording function on my phone is turned on. After the recording was finished, Chu Han's face lost all color. "You recorded?" "You incited her to give false testimony and destroy evidence. If I hand over this recording to Tri Vien's legal department, what do you think the result will be?" He took a step back. "This is not as simple as losing your job." I turned off the phone. "Tri Vien can hold you personally responsible. Inciting trespass, destruction of evidence, commercial fraud... any crime revealed is enough for you to drink a bottle." "So..." I stood up, facing him. "Divorce agreement, do you sign or not?" He looked at me, his eyes like a cornered animal. "What do you want?" His voice hissed through his teeth. "The house belongs to you. The two children belong to you. Every month I pay eight thousand in child support. The property is divided according to the law." "I'm dreaming!" "Let's meet in court then." I turned around and went back to the bedroom. "This recording and evidence of infringement will be submitted at the same time. At that time, not only will you leave empty-handed, you may also face criminal prosecution." "To Niem!" He chased after me, grabbed my arm. "Stop! Do you think you can intimidate me? Do you believe me..." "You want to move your hand?" I turned my head and looked at his hand. "That day in the living room I wanted to hit you. Today I want to make up for it..." again?” His hand stiffened in place. “The camera is on.” I pointed to the small camera in the corner of the living room. It was installed last year, he said, to prevent theft. "I saved three copies of the recording, one on the cloud, one at the lawyer's place, one at Dao Vi's. I can't delete it in time." He let go. The whole person was like a deflated balloon, falling to the ground. "To Niem... when did you become like that..." "You forced me to become like that." I went into the bedroom and closed the door. Leaning against the door, listening to the silence outside the living room. Then I heard a grown man bury his head in his hands and cry

choked, heavily suppressed. I'm not soft-hearted. On the day he resigned three years ago, that naive To Niem passed away. Early the next morning, Chu Han left. He didn't eat breakfast, didn't talk to me, didn't even look at the child. Eyes red, holding the key to the door. I know where he went. Sure enough, that afternoon her mother-in-law arrived. This time her face was pale, and before she entered the door, her voice came first. "To Niem! Come here for me!" I was changing my daughter's diaper. Hearing the sound, I was in no hurry, changed the diaper, covered the baby with a blanket before leaving the bedroom. "Mom." "You said you want a divorce?" Luu Phuong stood in the middle of the living room, pointing at me, his voice high-pitched. "Are you sick in the brain?" "It's not my brain that's sick. It's your son who stole my things." "What is that thing that's worth making a fuss about divorce? You have a husband, children, a house, food to eat, you don't even know enough?" "Mom, he stole my design work, worth several million. Used it to help another woman come out. This has been confirmed by Party A." "Something not designed, I don't understand." Luu Phuong sat down on the sofa. “I just ask you one question… are you sure you want to destroy the house?” “He destroyed this house first.”