Chapter 3 — From Noodles to Glory

"The year I quit my job, he helped me clean out my office. The hard drive containing my works, contract documents, and customer information were all in that room. Later, when I asked where the things were, he said he had already put them away for me, in the storage room." "I'll never look through those things again." "And he's the only one who has a chance to come into contact with them." Dao Vi stood up. "Now I'll help you look up. Login history behind the scenes of my workshop." you, the IP address, I'll pull it all out." "No rush." I held her hand. "Why?" "Because what I need now is not evidence." I looked out the window, the afternoon sun shining on the glass of the building opposite, so bright that it made people unable to open their eyes. "I need a plan." The next three days, my appearance was still the same as before. Breastfeeding, changing diapers, comforting children, cooking rice. Every day Chu Han leaves early and comes home late, occasionally coming back for a meal, his attitude is neither hot nor cold. Maybe he thought my words "don't live anymore" that day were just angry words, so he didn't repeat them. He also didn't mention asking me to apologize to Luong Uyen anymore. Probably feels like cold treatment is okay. In his opinion, what trouble could a full-time mother with no job and no income cause? On Tuesday evening, he returned earlier than usual. Rarely even brought me a portion of porridge to put outside. "I bought it for you, red apple and longan porridge." He placed the porridge on the nightstand, his voice calm, as if completing a task. "Thank you." "Tomorrow my mother will come over and help me take care of the baby for a few days, you can rest well." I raised my head to look at him. "What's wrong?" "What's wrong?" "Suddenly you..." The two words "kind" I didn't say. "The project has entered the implementation phase, These two weeks will be very busy. My mother will come over to help take care of you, so it won't make you tired alone." He paused and added another sentence. "Don't think too much." He went to take a shower. The phone was placed on the nightstand, the screen lit up a bit. It's a WeChat message. I don't have the habit of peeking. But I recognized the avatar of the person who sent that message. Pink cartoon cat, with a petulant nickname: "Uyen". The message preview only shows a few words. "Mr. Chu, tomorrow's meeting..." The following part is collapsed. I moved my eyes away. Drink up that bowl of porridge. Red apple and longan. So sweet it's sickening. The next day, the mother-in-law indeed came. Carrying a suitcase and a face full of rules. "Niem, don't worry about these days anymore, let me take care of the children. You can rest assured that you can take care of yourself." "Thank you, mom." "But there are some things I have to tell you first." Luu Phuong sat down, took a towel from her bag and wrapped it around her hand. "First, the rice mom cooks may not be to your taste, so you have to eat it. Second, I don't care about your crying at night. Mom is too old to bear it, so I still breastfeed myself. Third..." She glanced at me. "If Chu Han's friend comes to the house, don't show that expression again." "Mom, last time you weren't his friend." "Colleagues are also friends. People help him, invite people to eat a meal." What about meals? As a wife, you have to have a bit of a broader perspective." I didn't answer. Carry your daughter back to the bedroom and gently close the door. Vision must be a bit wider. Okay. So I will show her what vision is. That afternoon, while my mother-in-law was watching TV in the living room while the children were all sleeping, I opened the laptop that Dao Vi helped me install. The backstage of Niem Bach workshop has been completely arranged. With three years of outstanding cooperation invitations, Dao Vi helped me filter out twelve high-quality projects. Among them, three projects come from listed companies, two projects come from the Chinese team of international brands, and the rest are all brand upgrading needs of medium-sized enterprises. Price quote ranges from eight hundred thousand to three and a half million. I spent the whole afternoon reading all the documents I needed

requirements of these twelve projects. The fingers placed on the keyboard are very strange, but the thinking is still there. Three years without designing, aesthetics is not lost, logic is not lost, the ability to predict the market is also not lost. I chose three projects and sent a text message to Dao Vi. "These three, I accept." "Are you sure? You're still in confinement." "There's still twenty days left until the end of confinement. Sign the intention first, the implementation time will be next month." "Okay. You're the boss, you decide." Pausing for two seconds, she sent another text message. "Ah yes, the matter you asked me to investigate has come to fruition." My fingers hovered over the keyboard. "Speaking." "Behind the scenes of the workshop." "Your husband's company has been logged in four times in total. I followed the IP address and they all pointed to the same location." "Where?" "Your husband's company. Chu Han's computer." I stared at the text on the screen, not moving for a few seconds. He logged into my workshop behind the scenes. Four. What does he watch? What to download? Or... "Can you check the operations after logging in?" "Yes. Every time he logs in, he goes to the work store, downloads a lot of original files. PSD, AI, visual standard documents, selected are all cases you worked on for big customers." "What about the time?" "The last time, three months ago. Just right at the bidding stage for the 'Northern Lights' project."