Chapter 4 — Mother-in-law Slaps Me, I Make The Whole Family Pay

Gu Wei's presentation... as I expected, it was a complete failure. Without me explaining the UI interface in detail, without me analyzing the user experience logic in depth, the entire presentation of the "Khai Minh" system becomes hollow and dull. Investors constantly ask questions, aiming straight at the core points in the design. Co Vi was confused and didn't answer clearly. In the end, the other side just said they would "reconsider". A polite refusal. Co Vi fell into a tangled state. That evening, he called me again. This time, the attitude turned completely around. His voice over the phone was tired, even a little pleading.

"Van Van, I was wrong... really wrong. Tell me the price, as long as you come back to help me, I will agree to any condition."

"Fifty thousand. Not even a penny less."

"Okay! Fifty thousand is fifty thousand!" He replied immediately. "I'll transfer immediately! Go back to the company, we'll adjust the plan together, and then meet the investor again!"

“I'm not going back.” I coldly refused. "I only consult remotely. When the money is in my account, I will send the content that needs to be presented."

“Lam Van, you…” He choked, but in the end he still had to give in. “Okay, I'll move now.”

A few minutes later, the phone rang to say the money had arrived. Fifty thousand, every number. I looked at that series of numbers, my heart not wavering. Originally… it was something that belonged to me. I turned on the computer and sent him a prepared file. A copy of the instructions… was garbled. I list in great detail the operating logic of most functions. But the most important points, the most groundbreaking interaction designs… I just skimmed over. Even deliberately hiding some core parameters. Without me, that document... is just an empty skeleton. Enough for him to manage. But absolutely not enough to raise capital successfully. When I finished, I turned off the computer. The next day, the "ace" divorce lawyer my mother introduced - lawyer Vuong - brought his whole team to meet us. After listening to my presentation and seeing all the evidence, he pondered for a long time.

"The situation... is more complicated than we expected. But what you kept is all key evidence, of great value."

That afternoon, lawyer Vuong's team immediately filed a divorce petition in court. At the same time, please apply asset preservation measures, block part of accounts and assets in Co Vi's name. It is said that when he received the summons, he was at the company, angry. He probably never thought... I would act so quickly and decisively. In the evening, I was walking with my mother down the block when a familiar Range Rover drove like crazy, braking suddenly in front of us. The car door opened. Co Vi's eyes turned red and he rushed down. He was like a cornered animal, rushing towards me and holding my hand tightly.

"Lin Van! Why do you have to go to this extent! How can you be so heartless!"

He screamed, spit almost splashing into my face. My mother immediately stepped forward and brushed his hand away.

"Co Wei! Please be polite!"

I stood behind my mother, looking at the out of control man in front of me.

“Absolute love?” I asked back.

"For the past three years, you've enjoyed all the glory of 'genius founder', and I was treated as a stepping stone by you... at that time, did you think you were in love?"

“You and your mother, one soft and one hard, both mentally pressured you just squeezed my value out of me… do you know how I lived?”

He was speechless for a moment. A flash of guilt passed through. But very quickly, anger overwhelmed me.

“So what!” he growled. “Without you, my designs will forever be just waste paper! You gave me the opportunity, you turned it into a real product!”

I laughed. A cold, contemptuous smile.

“Then you will know… without my designs, your company is really just a waste of paper.”

I didn't say more, turned around, took my mother's hand and left. Don't turn back. Leaving him standing in the afternoon light, like someone who had lost everything at the betting table. The next day, I used the same fifty thousand he transferred... to register a design studio of my own. Name: “Lam Van Design Studio”. My new life… starts with his money. It's ironic to think. Sometimes, life returns very quickly. And it hurts.