Chapter 4 — He Said The Marriage Certificate Was Fake, I Almost Laughed Out Loud

Luc Van Trung pursed her lips and looked at me for a long time. Finally she sighed, leaned back in her chair, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Alright."

“When did On Le know he could be trusted, but this time I trust you.”

I laughed. She stopped by again:

"You really can't say? How much is it?"

"Cannot."

“Do you have one million yuan?”

I don't answer.

“Ten million?”

I continued to drink water.

“Damn, it's not a hundred million, is it?”

I almost choked on the water.

“Luc Van Trung!”

“Okay, okay, no more questions, no more questions —”

She raised her hands in surrender. I wiped the corner of my lips. One hundred million? You underestimate me too much. That night, I did not return to Phuong Dat Chu's so-called "home" anymore. I found a hotel near the law office to stay. Room is not big, but clean and quiet. There was no sarcastic tone from Phuong's mother. There is no Phuong Dat Chu's cold face. There are no mountains of dirty clothes and endless piles of dishes to wash. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The phone at the bedside vibrates continuously. Phuong's mother sent more than ten WeChat messages.

“On Le, go back and wash your clothes.”

“Why didn't you cook all the things in the refrigerator before you left?”

"Tomorrow, remember to come and clean a new house for Dat Chu and Man Ninh."

“What is an outsider like you doing in a hotel? It's a waste of money.”

Outsider. An outsider. I turned the phone face down, with the screen facing down. Close your eyes. 500,000,000 yuan. Tomorrow, I will go receive my reward. The next morning. I texted Luc Van Trung:

“Have you finished your appointment with your financial advisor?”

She replied almost immediately:

"It's an appointment, three o'clock in the afternoon. Why are you in such a hurry?"

I put on yesterday's clothes — the dress I wore to the wedding — and took a taxi to the provincial lottery center. The reward process is more complicated than I thought. Verifying identity, checking lottery tickets, handling taxes... The staff kept a professional smile throughout the entire process, but the eyes looking at me clearly carried a bit of caution mixed with respect. 500,000,000 yuan. After tax deduction, the actual amount received is 350,000,000 yuan. 350,000,000 yuan.

“Miss, in what form do you want to receive your bonus?”

“Transfer to my personal account.”

I took out my bank card. It's not the family spending card that Phuong Dat Chu once forced me to open. It's a card I made myself in college. Haven't used it in many years, there's only 300 yuan inside. But very soon, it won't be 300 anymore. After completing all the procedures, I walked out of the lottery center. The sunlight shines directly on my face. I stood on the steps, bowed my head and looked at the balance in the bank app. 350,000,000.00 350,000,000 yuan. Located neatly in my account. I stood still for a long time. The wind blew and the hem of her skirt fluttered slightly. Thirty-two years old. Deceived for ten years. Been a free nanny for ten years. But at this moment… I am the richest person on this street.

“Phuong Dat Chu.”

I quietly read that name.

"Thank you."

“Honestly.”

Three o'clock in the afternoon. Luc Van Trung's office. The financial advisor is a man over forty years old, with a straight suit and gold-rimmed glasses, named Chung Hoa Xuyen. When introducing him to me, Luc Van Trung also deliberately emphasized:

“The best personal wealth management expert in the city, managing tens of billions of assets.”

Chung Hoa Xuyen politely shook my hand. I looked out There was suspicion in his eyes — A woman wearing an old dress from yesterday, with red marks on her face that hadn't yet disappeared... what kind of financial advisor does she need?

“Mr. Chung.”

I sat down, opened the banking app and handed over my phone. He took a look. The fingertip immediately stopped. The pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses shrank sharply.

“350,000,000 yuan.” I said calmly.

Luc Van Trung was sitting next to him drinking coffee at that time. Coffee sprayed directly out.

“How… how much?!”

“350,000,000 yuan.”

“Lottery money.”

The coffee cup hit the table hard, creating a "click" sound. Luc Van Trung jumped up, walked around the desk and rushed in front of me.