Chapter 6 — Let go at the right time, life will bloom

"Until then."

"Evidence of adultery."

"Recording."

"All will be submitted."

Ha Canh Tham seemed to have lost all his strength. The whole person is limp.

"...Recording what..."

"...What video..."

I looked at him. Voice monotonous.

"The phone call between you and your mother."

"The part where you said I was an 'old buffalo'."

"There's also..."

"The entire journey of you and Dinh Vy in Sanya."

"Picture of two people entering and leaving the hotel together."

"Photos of kissing by the pool."

"Video hugging each other on the balcony."

"If you want..."

"I can open it for you now."

Ha Canh Tham's body began to tremble. Father Ha angrily raised his hand. A strong slap hit the back of his son's head.

"Animals!"

"Look what you did!"

Ha Canh Tham was hit sideways. But don't dare avoid it. He looked at me. The voice was choked.

"Niem So..."

"I beg you..."

"Don't sue."

"If this gets out..."

"My life will end..."

I looked at him softly.

"Now..."

"You just learned to be afraid?"

Ha Canh Tham lowered his head.

"I sign..."

"I will sign the divorce papers..."

"But 1,934,700 yuan..."

"I really can't help it..."

I calmly replied. I have long prepared a plan.

"If you don't have it, pay in installments."

"Pay 15,000 yuan every month."

"For eleven years."

"That's my limit too."

Ha Canh Tham opened his mouth. But couldn't utter a word. Father Ha took a deep breath.

"Niem So..."

"And your mother's medicine money..."

I looked at him. The voice remained calm.

"She is no longer my mother-in-law."

"However..."

"I'm not a heartless person either."

"If Ha Canh Tham signs the agreement."

"I'll pay for the last month of medicine."

"Let you two have time to find another way."

"Just the last month."

Ha's father's eyes were red.

"Niem So..."

"It's the Ha family's fault for me..."

I shook my head slightly.

"The two words 'sorry'..."

"Not worth 1,934,700 yuan, dad."

I stood up.

"The agreement is on the table."

"Take a photo of your ID and send it to me."

"I will let the lawyer handle the next procedures."

Ha Canh Tham sat motionless for a long time. It was Ha's father who put the pen in his son's hand. Ha Canh Tham's hand shook violently. The tip of the pen slid across the paper several times. It took a long time to sign my name. The handwriting is crooked. Miserably bad. I put the agreement in my file bag.

"Alright."

"You two go home."

When walking to the door. Ha Canh Tham suddenly turned his head. Hoarse voice asked:

"Niem So..."

"Do you hate me?"

I thought for a few seconds. Then smile.

"I don't have the strength to hate you anymore."

The door closed. I stood at the mysterious gate. Listen to the footsteps of father and son. More and more distant. Then I bent down. Look at the divorce agreement in hand. Right next to Ha Canh Tham's signature. There is a small splash of water. Whether it's sweat... Or tears... It doesn't matter anymore. The divorce procedure took place very quickly. Chu Nghien Bach's work performance. Always makes others feel secure. Come Saturday. I received the divorce certificate. A small notebook. Bright red cover. Chu Nghien Bach asked me:

"Do you want to celebrate?"

"Why celebrate?"

"Free now."

I laughed.

"Then let's go have a nice meal."

We went to a Japanese restaurant. Chu Nghien Bach ordered a bottle of sake. Pour me a glass.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Complete all ongoing projects."

"Then..."

"I want Open your own design studio."

"Is there an orientation?"

"Building an independent designer brand."

"I've been working in the industry for six years."

"The relationship also exists."

"Reputation is also there."

"It's time to stand on your own feet."

Chu Nghien Bach raised his glass.

"I wish you..."

"Everything went smoothly."

I clinked glasses with him. First sip of sake. But after the spicy taste. It's a sweet aftertaste in the throat. I used to think. It's all over. Ha Canh Tham signed the application. Paying for medicine in installments. River water does not violate well water. But I underestimated someone. Tenth day after divorce. I received a text message from an unknown number.

"Tham Niem Sister."

"You thought you won?"

"You won't win anything."

"Canh Tham was forced to divorce by her aunt."

"The person he loves is originally me."

"You're nothing but a pitiful abandoned person."

I don't answer. The next day. Another message.

"I heard you're a designer?"

"What a coincidence."

"Me too."

"No wonder Canh Tham said you were boring."

"Aesthetic taste is outdated."

"Even pajamas are only gray."

I still ignore it. On to the third day. No more texting. It's a phone call from the company's human resources department.

"Miss Tham."

"There is a girl named Dinh Vy who just applied for a job at my company."

"She specifically wanted to join your project team."