Chapter 2 — Mother-in-law Chooses Ex-Love

I flipped through three boxes of documents, organizing the entire history of early Git code submissions, employee confidentiality agreements, server logs, outsourcing contracts, and inventor certifications into a complete timeline. At four in the morning, I pushed the USB towards him.

“If the other party wants money, they can negotiate, but if he dares to sue, the odds of losing the case are very high.”

Van Thoi Nghien looked up at me: "Lawyer Sam, are you sure?" I replied: "I'm not sure about anything, my service fee will be a little cheaper." He laughed. That was the first time I saw him smile. At ten o'clock the next morning, the lawyer on the other side sat at the negotiating table. I threw out the list of evidence, 30 minutes later, the other party lowered the price from 30 million to 3 million yuan, and signed a commitment to permanent confidentiality and non-competition. The investment representative immediately gave me a thumbs up. I don't have time to enjoy compliments. Turn around and look at the profit commitment terms in the SPA contract. The world of adults does not have a tyrannical CEO jumping in to save it. There are only lines of bright red edits, midnight meeting minutes, and bombshell calls for missing signatures on the stamp page. Later, Van Thoi Nghien pursued me, also very "adult". There was no umbrella under the night rain, nor were there candles and roses. First, he told his assistant to bring me hot Americano for three months straight. Notes are always brief: "Less ice, don't drink on an empty stomach." Then he appeared downstairs at my company with a bowl of porridge and a bottle of vitamins after I had been awake for 48 hours. I said: "Boss Van, do you know that lawyers are not allowed to have relationships with clients?" He said: “So I'm about to change law firms.” I laughed out loud: "If you do that, you will harm the interests of my company." He replied: “You can wait for the project to finish.” The day the project ended, he invited me to dinner. During the third meal, he asked if he could officially pursue me. That year I was 32 years old. The age of pretending to be timid is past. I said: "Okay, but my work is very busy, my personality is normal, I will not lower my career priority because of love." Van Thoi Nghien said: "I like you like that." Listen. How to say well. After dating, he actually did very well. Before going to court, I often had a stomach ache. He would put medicine in my pocket for me. I stayed up all night editing the prospectus, he sat next to me processing emails, waited for me to sign the final version, then directly carried me to bed to sleep. If I forget to eat rice, he will place the lunch box next to my computer, open the lid, separate the chopsticks, and let the soup cool enough to drink. When I go on a business trip, he will tell the driver to take the suitcase to the airport and add lens soaking water inside. He cooks very well. Stewed beef with tomatoes, steamed seabass, stir-fried eggs with shrimp, fire soup as precise as doing an experiment. Sometimes I tease him: "Boss Van, if you put this condition on the marriage market, it's very dangerous." He bowed his head and peeled the shrimp for me: "So lawyer Sam should quickly seal the lock tightly." At that time, I really thought about getting married. I don't have parents urging me to get married, nor do I need to use marriage to change my life. Liking someone, being comfortable together, is a body in itself The yield is very low. Moreover, Van Thoi Nghien is handsome, emotionally stable, respects my work, and has never asked questions like "Which is more important, family or career?" My friends all say I'm lucky. I accept it all. But of course, I'm not the only one who's lucky.