Chapter 4 — I Am The Real Angel, Not A Substitute

Seeing me withdraw my smile, Lam Man Tuyet smiled even brighter. She took down the painting and gave it to me: 「Then take this painting~」 「No need, thank you.」 I politely refused. But she still put the painting in my hand, pretending to be innocent: 「Take it, even though I don't understand anything about art, this painting is very expensive~ two million yuan~」 This sentence caused bullets to explode: 【What?! A painting costs two million?! The world of the rich is truly incomprehensible!】 【Up there, this painting by artist Nguyen Thuy - is very hot recently, supply is not enough to meet demand, so the price is high. Two million is not the most expensive.】 【Snow Princess is really both beautiful and kind, in the face of "the one who stole the young lady's life for 20 years" but still generous, without revenge, I cried!!】 【Wait... the sentence "that's very expensive, two million~" sounds familiar, right? Like who said...?】 ………… I looked at Lam Man Tuyet's clearly alms-giving eyes, smiled coldly, pushed the painting back: 「It's expensive, right, two million... but just to buy a fake painting.」 As soon as the words ended, the studio was as quiet as paper, even Lam Man Tuyet was stunned on the spot. Bullets immediately exploded, her fans were scolding me for being so country that I didn't know how to look at things. Lam Man Tuyet regained her composure, quickly pretending to be helpless, smiling "sympathetically": 「Sister, I know you don't like the gift I gave you, but you can't make up a story saying the painting is fake, right?」 Thu Ninh, keenly recognizing the hidden meaning in Lam Man Tuyet's words, was about to speak up to relieve me, but I raised my hand to stop her, turned to look at Lam Man Tuyet, and calmly said: 「I'm not making it up. This painting is really fake, because the original is with me.」 All the paintings I paint are unique, especially this one - Hope - I have never sold, so if the painting in her hand is not fake, then what is? What's more, the paintings I draw, do I not know whether they are real or fake? 「Phew.」 Lam Man Tuyet's close friend - Ly Na - couldn't help but laugh, making everyone turn to look at her. While trying not to laugh, she apologized: 「Sorry, I couldn't help it. This Ms. Duong is so funny, she talks as if she is 'Primitive' ha ha ha...」 Ly Na's laughter was both bright and sarcastic, Lam Man Tuyet also covered her mouth and laughed along. I calmly replied: 「I am Primordial.」 Hearing that, Ly Na laughed even louder: 「Ha ha ha, are you going to prove it? Don't think that Nguyen Thuy always keeps her identity secret and doesn't show her face, so she can take advantage of people's names to gain fame! It's so funny, ha ha ha!」 Ly Na rolled her eyes and laughed scornfully, Lam Man Tuyet's fans on the bulletin board were screaming: 【What a greed for fame, crazy, dare to impersonate Nguyen Thuy?!】 【Liar, so desperate for fame that you made up this whole thing!】 I was too lazy to argue, took my phone, took a picture of Lam Man Tuyet in her hand, then changed to another account, and posted a weibo post: 【Nguyen Thuy: This picture is fake, please remember to distinguish carefully, don't be fooled. 「Photo」】 After posting, I held up my phone in front of Ly Na's face, curled my lips: 「Can you prove it now?」 Ly Na's smile stiffened. She quickly took out her phone, logged on to Weibo — and was stunned when she saw the post just now, with the photo attached to it being the one I just took. She stammered in horror: 「Are you... are you really a Primordial?!」 The bullet was also completely stunned: 【WTF?!】 【Really?! Duong Vien is Nguyen Thuy?!】 【I fainted, it turns out that the older sister is not only a lost lady but also the best artist in the art world today?!】 Lam Man Tuyet's face turned pale—how proud she was just now, now she's even more embarrassed. I even pretended to sincerely "comfort" her: 「It's okay, after all, the day I was kicked out of the Lam family, you guys made me pay one million yuan in 'care fees', so losing two million because of this fake painting is not worth anything to your family.」 Swoosh— The whole studio simultaneously sucked in cold air, all eyes turned to Lam Man Tuyet, as if asking: 「Didn't the Lam family tell Duong Vien of their own volition? leave?」 「What nonsense are you talking about?」 Lam Man Tuyet's smile trembled and threatened to collapse. I imitated her innocence and asked back: 「I didn't say nonsense. I still keep the money transfer receipt. That very day, when some people chased me away and forced me to go to the police to change my name and erase my household registration, I transferred the money. If you don't believe me, I'll look it up~」 After saying that, I took out my phone, intending to open the transaction file. 「That's enough, we're recording, just say something in private!」 Lam Man Tuyet quickly pressed my hand, her expression was extremely unsightly. She just signaled for help from the director, hoping the camera crew would cut the broadcast immediately, but... the director completely ignored her. Why? — Because before accepting this show, I invested double the amount of money the Lam family poured into the show. Now the director... just listens to me. In the previous show, I experienced the power of money, so this time, I want to let Lam Man Tuyet also "taste" that feeling. 10 Lam Man Tuyet forced a smile, quickly pulled the group to another topic, and led us to her huge bedroom. She took us into the closet, showing off the wall of Hermes bags. While excitedly introducing each beloved bag, Bui Triet - the peak traffic - suddenly asked me: 「Was your room before this place?」 The sudden question made me stunned, but I didn't think too much, casually replied: 「No, the Lam family doesn't let me go to the second floor. I used to sleep under the stairs, the same stairs that everyone just went up, there is a small room underneath.」 I told it very coldly, as if I was saying what the weather was like today. But Bui Triet's eyes were red, he suddenly turned his head to glare at Lam Man Tuyet, his voice trembling with anger: 「The Lam family can spend two million to buy fake paintings, but force her to sleep under the stairs? And even forced her to pay one million 'care fees'?!!」 At this time, Bui Triet was like a mad lion. Lam Man Tuyet was startled and almost fell, the bag she was holding fell to the ground. She quickly bent down to pick up the bag, blew away the non-existent dust, both heartbroken and angry, without thinking, she retorted: 「So what?! You can even sleep under the stairs!」 As soon as Lam Man Tuyet finished speaking, the whole studio was as quiet as paper, everyone's eyes looking at her were indescribable. Only then did she realize that she had said something wrong and hastily stammered: 「Everyone, don't listen to her nonsense! Duong Vien, after all, the Lam family has raised you for more than twenty years, why do you say that to us! My parents have always treated me very well!」 As she spoke, she began to act with tears in her eyes, as if I was the kind of person who ate porridge and was ungrateful. Compared to that touching performance, I just replied blandly: 「I have a money transfer receipt for the Lam family, and does the Lam family have documents proving that they spent money to support me? Good for me? Is that kind of "good" like not letting me eat enough, not wearing warm clothes from a young age, letting me sleep under the stairs when I'm happy, sending me to sleep in a dog cage when I'm not happy?」 「Or is it "good" like not letting me go to school for 9 years of compulsory service, forcing the best student in the school to drop out in high school, and then also faking my desire to take the university entrance exam?!」 I listed the things one by one, then turned to Lam Man Tuyet, her face full of confusion: 「Didn't the Lam family only treat me "well" like that? I don't see them treating you like that. As soon as she was picked up, she already had a house, a car, and branded goods, spending money without thinking. What about me? From elementary school to adulthood, I didn't receive a single penny of pocket money.」 As soon as my words ended, bullets exploded: 【Oh my god, is Duong Vien telling the truth? Why is it so different from what the media accounts have said?!】 【If it's true, then the Lam family is really a beast, they don't let their children go to school, are they still people?!】 【Lam Man Tuyet's fans kept screaming for Duong Vien to "steal 20 years from a rich lady" - and this is a "rich lady"? Losing to even poor households receiving subsidies!】 【Actually, I've been feeling strange for a while now. The photos that were released a few days ago showed Lam Man Tuyet, looking nothing like someone who used to live in the slums. What kind of poor family would wear a bracelet worth over a hundred thousand yuan?!】 ………… Everyone at the scene was also completely stunned, the eyes looking at Lam Man Tuyet were indescribable, as if they couldn't believe it. Except for Ly Na, everyone unconsciously took a few steps back from her. Bui Triet burst into tears, trying to wipe away her tears, wanting to come closer to me and say something, but trying to hold back, finally turned around and ran out, crying as she ran. Lam Man Tuyet saw everyone quietly stay away, her face was sometimes white, then blue, constantly changing. She bit her lip, her hands trembled, and continued to signal for help from the director. Her eyes glanced to the point of convulsions, but the director didn't pay attention. Finally, she played the old card again — “fainted.” I calmly signaled to the director: 「Call a doctor to check her health.」 - In the previous show, the doctor was arranged by her manager, and all said it was beneficial for her. But this time, the doctor was arranged by me. Even if she really dies, this show has to finish filming and then die again. The three doctors finished the examination and simultaneously concluded: - The body is healthy, just need to rest for a few minutes and it will be fine. At that moment, it was lunch time, the director immediately took the remaining guests out to eat, and continued filming in the afternoon.