Chapter 7 — Let go at the right time, life will bloom

"Do you know this person?"

I paused for a moment. Then replied very decisively.

"It's just..."

"In the cover letter."

"She mentioned your name."

"Say you two are old acquaintances."

"Still said..."

"You introduced her yourself."

I hung up. Open Dinh Vy's social network account. Latest post. Posted exactly an hour ago. The attached photo is a cup of coffee. It's the Starbucks store under my company building. The status line is only a few words.

"New beginning. Towards the light."

Someone asked in the comments:

"Have you changed jobs?"

Dinh Vy replied:

"To a bigger environment."

"Learning from an old friend by the way."

I lock the screen. Manh Tuyet saw my expression.

"What's up?"

"Ha Canh Tham's lover..."

"I'm about to start working at my company."

Manh Tuyet almost spit out a mouthful of coffee.

"Is she crazy?"

I shook my head slightly.

"She's not crazy."

"Just thought I won."

"So I wanted to come here to show off my achievements."

"So what are you going to do?"

I reopened the computer. Continue to perfect the design.

"Do nothing."

"She can't come in."

"What if she changes her ways?"

I calmly replied.

"It's up to you."

Manh Tuyet hesitated for a moment. Finally speaking up.

"Nem Niem."

"Have you ever thought..."

"Could it be that her target isn't you?"

I raised my head.

"What do you mean?"

"I found out."

"Previously, Dinh Vy only worked as a graphic designer at a small company."

"Normal ability."

"There's very little experience."

"She can't really aim for a job here."

"Finding you..."

"Like I want to show off my power."

"Wanted to confirm that I was the winner."

I thought for a few seconds.

"It's also possible."

"But it's also possible..."

"Everything is behind Ha Canh Tham."

"You forced me to pay 1,934,700 yuan."

"In his heart, he is definitely not willing."

I said nothing. Manh Tuyet's analysis is very reasonable. I don't want to waste my time with people like that. Dinh Vy doesn't think so. After being rejected by the company. She began to continuously post meaningful status lines on social networks.

"There are some people who look flashy on the outside."

"But actually she's just a sour woman, holding on to money and refusing to let go."

"The essence of love is to be together in the most difficult times."

"But don't take advantage of someone else's need for help and give them another kick."

"There are several famous designers."

"Honestly."

"The work is so rustic that I don't dare look at it."

Someone in the comments section started asking who she was referring to. Dinh Vy did not mention the name directly. Only use figurative expressions. Or play on words. There are still many netizens following the clues. In the end... All points pointed towards me. In the company. There also began to be gossip behind his back. Although it hasn't affected work yet. But the feeling of being whispered about behind your back... It's really uncomfortable. After knowing the story. Chu Nghien Bach called me.

"Do I need to send a lawyer letter?"

"What she posted."

"It's enough to constitute a violation of honor."

I replied very calmly.

"Not yet."

"Just let her post more."

"More evidence."

"When it comes time to sue, it will be easier."

Chu Nghien Bach burst out laughing.

"You're really calm."

"Dealing with this type of person."

"Are not be hasty."

"I'm even more impatient."

"The more she thinks she won."

"I will help you preserve evidence."

"Every post she posts."

"My side will create a certificate and store it."

"Thank you, senior."

"Don't be polite."

"Ah yes."

"I have something to say."

"What's going on?"

"The fact that I want to open a studio."

"I have a friend."

"South side of the city."

"There is an office building that just became vacant with a few independent offices."

"The rent is quite reasonable."

"The location is also nice."

"Do you want to come over and check it out?"

"I sent you the address first."

"I'll come and see when I'm free."

After hanging up. I opened Dinh Vy's latest post. Attached photo... Is a screenshot of an article I posted on a design forum two years ago. She circled some opinions in red in the article. Then write a very long rebuttal. The tone is harsh. But professional knowledge... is so pathetically lacking. Anywhere wrong is wrong. Soon. People in the profession began to comment.

"This critical girl..."

"The difference between color space and color range is still indistinguishable."

"I advise you to re-learn basic knowledge before teaching others."

Dinh Vy immediately started arguing with them. More loss of face. I just took a few screenshots. No comments. Don't respond. Then turn off the page. Manh Tuyet stopped by to look. The corners of the lips curl up.

"She's digging her own grave."

I nodded.

"You really don't care?"

I smiled.

"No need."

"Flowers will wither on their own."

Dinh Vy is more persistent than I thought. Also crazier than I thought. Twenty-sixth day after divorce. I went back to my old apartment. To get some remaining items. The key... I still haven't returned it to the landlord. When opening the door. The first person I saw... Was Ha Canh Tham. He leaned against the wall in the living room. In his hand he held an empty bottle of wine. A few empty beer cans were littered on the floor. The whole house reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Compared to ten days ago. He was even more emaciated.