Chapter 19 — Mother-in-law Gave Me 500,000 Yuan To Get Away, I Freeze Her Son's 100,000,000 Yuan

These three things add up. It is no longer simply a matter of operating a business without standards. Chu Yuan placed all the completely arranged documents in front of me.

"General Manager To."

"If these documents are officially turned over to the regulator and the economic investigation team."

"Then what Lam Hao has to face will no longer be a civil dispute."

I looked at the stack of files on the table. Numbers. Signatures. Every stroke of the pen is written by Lam Hao himself. Three years ago. When he held my hand and said:

"No matter how poor I am, I will not let you suffer."

He is still someone I feel I can trust. One year later. He began to often come home late. Two years later. He gradually stopped looking at me. Three years later. His mother took out the divorce agreement empty-handed. Every step along that path. I remember it all very clearly.

"General Manager To?"

Chu Vien gently reminded. I withdraw my thoughts.

"Temporarily not submitted."

He stopped.

"Not yet submitted?"

"Temporarily not transferred to the management agency."

"There's one more thing to do first."

I looked at the documents.

"Let Lam Hao see these things for himself."

Chu Vien thought for a few seconds.

"I want to give him one last chance."

I said slowly.

"Look at him choosing to stand up and admit his mistakes."

"Or let me accept it for him."

"The choice belongs to him."

Chu Vien nodded. Pack up your documents and leave the office. I stood up. Step in front of the ground-level glass door. Below is the whole city. Nearby are office buildings. Shopping centers. Further away are residential areas and parks. A little further. It's the apartment complex where Lam Hao and I lived for three years. From this position look down. It's just a small corner among countless gray buildings. Very normal. Like three years of my marriage. But normal. Doesn't mean it doesn't carry weight. The phone rings. It's Lam Hao. I looked at the screen for two seconds. Then pick up the phone.

"Van Tinh."

"Do you have time tomorrow?"

"I want to see you."

"Meet for what?"

The other end of the line was silent for a moment. Then speak up.

"I want..."

"I want to explain everything to you clearly."

"Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock."

"Twenty-third floor, Thanh Nguyen Investment."

"Thank you."

The phone hung up. The street lights were on. The windows in the old apartment building also turned on their lights. Just a few more days. That house will have absolutely nothing to do with me. How does it feel? Maybe still a little bit. Just very little. Ten o'clock the next morning. Lam Hao comes. He wore a clean white shirt. Hair is cut neatly. Beard is also clean shaven. Completely different from the haggard appearance last time in the hall. He thinks this is the last chance. So I specially decorated myself. Enter the office. His eyes glanced around. Glass door close to the ground. Large desk. Calligraphy hangs on the wall. Then stopped at the photo frame on the table. He took a step forward. A young woman is holding a baby girl. Behind is an old office building.

"Who is this?"

"Me and my mother."

He looked at the photo for a long time.

"The first founder of Thanh Nguyen Investment."

"She used 400,000 yuan to start a business from an office of only fifty square meters."

"When she died."

"I'm seventeen years old."

"When taking over the company."

"I'm twenty-two years old."

Lam Hao slowly sat down. Not sitting. Which almost collapsed chair.

"So the year you marry me..."

"How much money is Thanh Nguyen Investment managing?"

"I don't think you need to know the specific number."

I looked at him.

"I just need to know."

"100,000,000 yuan for me."

"It's not a huge amount of money."

His fingers trembled slightly on the armrest.

"So why did you marry me?"

"Because at that time."

"I think you're a good person."

I stopped.

"Three years have passed."

I pulled the drawer. Take out a file bag. Place on the table. Push towards him. Lam Hao opened the file bag. First document. This is a statistical table compiled by Trieu Tue Phuong. Seven unusual expenses. All is clear. Go to the second page. His movements suddenly stopped. Those are the emails recovered by Diep Tri Thu. The entire fake data purchase transaction with Ton Tong. His expression gradually darkened. Go to the last page. It's the email he sent to Tham Nhuoc Lam.

"Wait until after successfully raising capital, I will fulfill my promise to you."

He put down the file. Both hands hang down at the side.

"These..."

"Where did you get it from?"

"Company server."

"Back up emails."

"Bank statement."

"All were obtained legally."

He bowed his head. Don't look at me.

"Van Tinh."

"I know I was wrong."

I looked at him.

"I've said that many times."

"It was said in the hall."

"It was also said under the streetlight."

"But from start to finish."

"You never made it clear."

"Where did I go wrong?"

"I shouldn't have falsified the data."

"I shouldn't take company money."

"I shouldn't..."

His voice choked.

"I shouldn't let you suffer."

I interrupted.

"None of those things."

Lam Hao raised his head. His eyes were filled with confusion. I looked straight at him.

"My biggest mistake."

"Not falsifying data."

"Faking data is greed."

"It's because you don't have enough ability but you want to take a shortcut."

"A lot of people make that mistake."

I stopped. Each word rang out in the quiet room.

"My biggest mistake is..."

"I know I did those things."

"But still choose to continue playing the good guy."

"I'm filial to my mother."

"You are kind to your friends and colleagues."

"Let me cook for you."

"Let me bring food to the company."

"Let me stand behind you."

"Being a useless woman in everyone's eyes."

I looked at his increasingly pale face. Continue speaking slowly.

"You turned me into a wall."

"A wall helps you hide all evil things."

"Ambitions."

"Lies."

"Transactions cannot be seen by others."

"You're all hidden behind that wall."

"I think..."

"Just I don't know."

"Then those things wouldn't exist."