Chapter 7 — Marriage Costs 600,000 Yuan

“As for the prenuptial agreement, I need to see the original.”

“Many prenuptial agreements are not unbreakable.”

"We have to look at the signing process, the level of fairness of the content, and whether it is related to additional assets after marriage or not..."

“Whether an element of deception, coercion or manifestly unfair terms existed.”

“What will that guy give?”

Tan Tran closed the book.

“So you have to get it yourself.”

I looked at her.

“Is there a safe in Tham Quyet's office?”

I stopped. In the deepest corner of Tham Quyet's office there is a black safe. I have never opened it. He once joked that inside were full of important company documents, even looking at them gave me a headache. Really never seen it before. Now that I think about it… It's not that I shouldn't watch it. It's that I trusted him too much. Tan Tran asked:

“Do you know the password?”

I shook my head.

"Don't know."

“His date of birth?”

“I've tried locking the door before, but it doesn't work.”

“Your date of birth?”

I smiled faintly.

“He's not that romantic.”

Tan Tran thought for a few seconds.

“So what does he care about the most?”

That question made me temporarily unable to answer. What is Tham Quyet most concerned about? Or the unborn son? Suddenly I remembered something. Three years ago, Tham Quyet changed the safe. That day I even asked why it suddenly changed. He said the old safe was not safe. When the installer asked if he wanted to change it to a six-digit password... He casually replied:

“Still use that sequence, it's easy to remember.”

Which row is it? I frantically searched through my memories in my head. Bank card password is not. Door lock is not. I don't know the phone password either. Tan Tran saw my hesitation.

“What did you think of?”

“But not sure yet.”

Tan Tran gave me a business card.

"This is lawyer Phuong, my senior. A case like yours... she handles it better than me. I will tell her in advance."

I received the business card. White background with black text. Phuong Nhu Y. Partnership lawyer. Tan Tran looked at me.

“From now on, don't argue with Tham Quyet.”

“Every conversation is attempted to be recorded.”

“Don't hit the snake and move the grass.”

"Especially Chu Kieu. She is seven months pregnant, the other side will most likely take advantage of the pregnancy and the baby to exert pressure."

I nodded. Tan Tran looked straight at me.

“You have to prepare yourself mentally.”

“What mentality?”

“They'll say you lost control of your emotions.”

“I would say you're mentally unstable.”

“I will say that after the miscarriage, your condition was always problematic.”

I stopped. Tan Tran's voice was extremely calm.

“If they want to force the price during negotiations, even turn around and bite you back…”

“The most common way is to turn you into an irrational woman, incapable of managing assets, and unfit to continue running the studio.”

I suddenly remembered Tham Quyet's words last night:

“Just calm down for a few days.”

Tan Tran gently squeezed my hand.

“So Wen Tang…”

“You have to be more alert than them.”

I nodded. At four o'clock in the afternoon, I returned home. Tham Quyet was not there. The house was cold and empty. Without Ms. Ly, the kitchen no longer had the smell of medicinal herbs. I entered the office. Up until now, Tham Quyet has almost never allowed anyone to enter the study room. Even the cleaner is a permanent person, but he has to wait until he has a house to come in. I stand In front of the safe, slowly squat down. The black metal door was cold. The password keypad lights up blue. Six digits. I entered Tham Quyet's birthday first. Enter the marriage anniversary date. Enter the company's founding date. The system displays the following notification:

“Two tries left.”

I stopped. Can't try again. If you enter incorrectly five times in a row, the safe will lock itself and send a notification to the linked phone. I sat down on the carpet and closed my eyes. What does Tham Quyet care about most? Not me. Nor this marriage. The phone vibrates. It's a message from Tham Quyet.

"I'll talk later tonight. Don't do any more meaningless things."

I looked at that line and my heart suddenly sank. Pointless work. Tham Quyet is best at turning the pain and stubbornness of others into "meaningless". It's not that he doesn't understand the feeling of unwillingness. It's just that he thinks— Only his unwillingness is worth it. As for other people's stubbornness... It's all annoying.