Chapter 17 — Husband Announces Stepson as Heir, And I Reach Top 47 Global Assets

98,000,000,000 USD? Ranked 47th globally? He stared at that series of numbers. Like wanting to pierce a magazine. Count each number over and over again. I'm afraid I saw it wrong. But no mistake. Every letter and number is clear. Like a verdict engraved on a stone stele. He suddenly remembered the words his assistant once tremblingly reported to him.

“General manager...”

“The lady has entered the 47th position on the global wealth rankings.”

He just laughed. Think it's a myth. But today. That sentence appeared before his eyes again. And it cannot be denied. A stream of cold air runs from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. His whole body stiffened. Blood seemed to freeze in my veins. Then he started to remember. Remember everything that has happened. Remember the day Wen Qing wore a white dress that cost only a few dozen yuan. Sit with him at a spicy hot pot restaurant on the side of the road. Remember that winter. She saved every penny to buy him a designer jacket. And I wore my old, faded shirt all winter. Remember the days of failed startups. Debt piled up. Everyone avoided him. Silently took all the dowry money he had saved. Put it in his hand. Then laughed and said:

“Let's start over.”

He remembered the first time he gave her a diamond ring. Just a 0.3 carat crushed diamond. But she was so happy that she cried like a child. He always assumed. I gave her the best life. Jewelry worth tens of millions of yuan. He said. That's my favor to her. Until today. He just understood. How funny everything is. How wild. A woman owns nearly $100,000,000,000 in assets. Would you even pay attention to that little "grace"? A woman can easily move up the global wealth rankings. Would you value that 10 carat pink diamond? She is with him. Suffer with him. Build a career with him. Not because she didn't have better options. But because... She loves him. She voluntarily took back all her light. Volunteer to stand behind. Make a green leaf silently. Supporting a small tree named Luc Thanh Vien. One step at a time. Become the so-called giant tree that covers the sky. Just regret that. When that tree grows up. The first thing it does. It was cutting off the hands that had nurtured me for ten years. She simply wanted to play a game with him called:

“A normal husband and wife, building a business together with nothing.”

But him. That idiot. Really immersive again. He really thinks he is an arrogant son of heaven. It is a rare commercial talent. He really thinks that. It was her light that illuminated her life. After getting bored of that game. He even personally pushed the woman who had accompanied him for ten years away. Pushed her down. To the point where I was covered in injuries. How stupid he is. How cruel again. A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of Luc Thanh Vien's mouth. Shoot straight onto the cover of the magazine in your hand. Dyeing On Tri Ha's flawless face into a blinding red. The newsstand owner was startled. Hastily waved his hand to chase people away.

“What are you doing?”

“Don't dirty my newspaper!”

“Get out of the way!”

But Luc Thanh Vien didn't seem to hear. His two knees I'm soft. He knelt down heavily on the ground. He looked at his face covered in red blood. Tears finally burst. Not because of unwillingness. Not out of anger. But because... An endless regret. Ten years late. But enough to crush his soul into ashes. What did he lose in the end? What he lost. Not a wife. Nor is it a company. But the woman who once lifted up the universe. Then put it before him with all your love. He smashed it all with his own hands. Luc Thanh Vien trembled and raised his hand. Want to touch that face. Want to touch that woman. But the arm just raised. Having given up helplessly. The distance between him and her. Is 98,000,000,000 US dollars. It is the distance between heaven and hell. It's the distance of one lifetime. Forever untouchable. He collapsed in the middle of the cold street. In the scornful eyes of passersby. Cry until your heart is broken. Like a child abandoned by the world. Just regret that. No one will step forward to help him up anymore. No one will look at him gently anymore. Then say something like that year:

“I'm here.”

Awake again. Luc Thanh Vien is lying in a public hospital that smells strongly of disinfectant. White wall. White bed sheets. Everything is blindingly white. After vomiting blood and fainting in the middle of the street. A kind passerby called an ambulance to bring him here. He was penniless. Even basic medical examination fees cannot be paid. The hospital could only temporarily admit him for humanitarian reasons. Luc Thanh Vien lies on a hospital bed. Like a walking corpse that has lost its soul. He doesn't want to eat. Don't want to talk. Just open your empty eyes wide. Quietly looking at the ceiling. In his head, he kept repeating the ten years between him and Wen Qing. The same dazzling number on the magazine cover. 98,000,000,000 US dollars. He finally understood. How wrong was I?