Chapter 13 — I Awakened the Embryo After Twenty-Six Years

The moment the anesthetic was injected into my spine, I felt the lower half of my body lose all feeling. But my mind was unusually alert. The feeling of a scalpel cutting through the abdomen, stretching the skin... Mixed with the constant shrill sound of machinery.

“Blood pressure is dropping!”

“Quick, increase dopamine!”

“President Tham, come on!”

“Almost out!”

Principal Ly's voice was urgent and tense. My consciousness began to disintegrate. Countless fragments of memories appeared before my eyes, flashing by like a torchlight. I saw myself that year kicking around the negotiating table. Seeing Luc Ba Dinh's red eye sockets when he put on my wedding ring. Seeing Luc Vi Nguyet's wrinkled face at birth - the face that I loved to the core. Then that face... Gradually turned into a look of crazy resentment under the rain. It turned into a scene where it caressed its belly and said coldly:

“You have destroyed that capitalist embryo.”

I suddenly bit the tip of my tongue hard. The sharp pain caused my disintegrating pupils to immediately regain focus. I can't die. My trillion-dollar country. My Tham family... Still waiting for its owner! A cry so loud that it seemed like it was about to knock the entire ceiling of the operating room and suddenly exploded. Immediately followed by a second cry. A little softer. But also full of life.

"It's out! It's out!"

Director Ly was so excited that his voice broke.

“Dragon and phoenix fetus!”

“Brother is five pounds two!”

“My sister is four and eight pounds!”

“Both are extremely healthy!”

The nurse carefully held two small cotton balls still stained with blood and placed them next to my face. I tried my best to tilt my head to look. Two black eyes like grapes were still tightly closed, and her small lips were extremely cute and pursed. My tears finally burst. Mixed with sweat flowing into the mouth. But also sweet. I weakly opened my mouth. Luc Ba Dinh, dressed in sterile clothes, knelt at the head of the bed, crying like someone who had lost control. He pressed his forehead against mine.

"I'm done ordering, Lan Quan."

His eyes were red, his voice was gentle but extremely determined.

“That year, Vi Nguyet took my last name.”

“Both of you take my last name.”

“The Tham Thi Group I built…”

“Of course it must be given to the children with the surname Tham.”

A tear finally fell from the corner of my dry eye.

“My brother's name is Tham Lam Uyen.”

“The younger sister's name is Tham Yen Thanh.”

Like standing at the edge of an abyss, every step must be calculated. The sea is calm, the river is calm, the world is peaceful. One year later. The stage lights are too dazzling. I stood on stage, holding a glass of champagne. Today is the celebration party for two years since I returned to take charge of Tham Thi Group. It was also the first birthday party for Tham Lam Uyen and Tham Yen Thanh. Double joy at the forest gate. The famous elite in Giang Thanh are almost there. Eighty banquet tables were full. Everyone is laughing. I also laughed. I wore a dark red haute couture cheongsam, my figure had completely recovered. There is even more majesty and calmness than a year ago. Luc Ba Dinh stood next to me, in his arms holding Lam Uyen wearing a tiny suit. Tan Du Bach hugged Yen Thanh, wearing a princess dress, standing on the other side. In the past year. Not only did Tan Du Bach wipe out all remaining forces of Qi Tu Hang... he also led the market value of Tham Thi to double.

“Thank you for coming to my son and daughter's baby shower.”

I raised the microphone, my voice was deep and strong strong.

“The future of Tham Thi Group…”

“It's still a long time.”

“I, Tham Lan Quan…”

“Will continue to work for another twenty years.”

“Until the day I personally hand over this trillion-dollar empire to you two brothers.”

The applause below echoed like thunder. There is no betrayal. No dog blood. The only ultimate splendor belongs to power and money. Outside the banquet hall. The cold winter wind chills to the bone. A woman wearing an old cleaning worker's uniform is holding a broom and struggling to sweep fallen leaves in front of the hotel door. Her hair is more than half gray. Her face was full of cracks and traces of cold weather, making her look as old as a woman in her forties. Occasionally, a luxury car passes by, splashing mud and water all over us. She trembled and dodged, her numb eyes glanced at the brilliant golden banquet hall. Behind the ground-level glass. Sparkling crystal lights. She saw the woman surrounded by everyone like a bright moon in the sky. Also saw the two children in the woman's arms laughing loudly with all the guests. Her dry, chapped lips moved slightly. It seemed like he wanted to call something. But the cold wind blew— Swallowing that sound into the long night of Giang Thanh. She lowered her head. Continue sweeping the muddy leaves into the trash. Because that's the only job today that can be exchanged for a bowl of hot noodles for her. Human life is like that. Whichever scenario you choose... You have to swallow the corresponding outcome yourself. I stood inside the ground-level glass door, raised my wine glass, and coldly withdrew my gaze. I toasted with Luc Ba Dinh.

“Call a lawyer tomorrow.”

“Lam Uyen and Yen Thanh's family trust fund…”

“It's time to prepare.”

I tilted my head back and drank the entire glass of wine. The wine is very good. Burning throat. But the final aftertaste... lasts forever.