Chapter 15 — On a 5-day business trip, I called the police to kick my husband's entire family out of the house

News of my promotion had just spread throughout the company. The first person to run to congratulate was To Tieu Doanh.

“Sister Tinh!”

“Design director right there!”

“It's so great!”

“Please keep your voice down.”

“Must crave!”

“Another day.”

The first task after a promotion is team building. It took me two weeks to interview more than ten people. Finally, five people were chosen. Three designers. A project manager. An assistant. The team has just finished building, the first project has arrived. Vu Dong Hoa — owner of Kim Huy Group in Cam Thanh, who specializes in high-end real estate development — contacted me through General Manager Trieu.

“He wants to do a high-end private villa project.”

General Manager Zhao said.

“In the Nam Son area of Cam Thanh.”

“Independent villa with an area of eight hundred square meters.”

“No budget limit.”

“Design fees are calculated based on area.”

“If I get this project…”

“Just one application alone is 800,000 yuan.”

“When will we meet?”

"Day after tomorrow."

“His assistant has already confirmed the schedule.”

At ten o'clock the next morning, I went to Kim Huy Group's office. Vu Dong Hoa is younger than I thought. Over forty years old. Talk very directly.

“General Manager Lam.”

“I saw your portfolio.”

“Clean, decisive style.”

"I love."

“But I have a concern.”

“You just say it.”

“This project is not ordinary housing.”

“It's for my parents' old age.”

“You two are old.”

“The requirements for life experience are very high.”

“Flow of movement, lighting, barrier-free design…”

“I don't want to go through the motions.”

"I get it."

“Can you give me a rough concept?”

“No need to draw.”

“Just try to tell me what you think.”

I thought for a few seconds then slowly spoke:

“I went to see the land plot in Nam Son.”

I slowly opened my mouth.

“The west side has steep slopes, the east side is flat.”

“If I designed it…”

“The master bedroom will be located on the east first floor.”

“Mornings receive the best natural light.”

“Older people often sleep lightly.”

“As soon as I open my eyes and see the morning sun, my mood will be much more pleasant.”

“The living room and dining room I will do in a seamless style.”

“Breaking the traditional layout separating living room and kitchen.”

"The scope of your daily activities will be more focused, reducing unnecessary travel."

“The entire steps will change to a gentle slope.”

“The handrails are recessed into the wall so as not to affect aesthetics.”

“The west side will be used as a garden and activity area.”

“The afternoon sunlight is softer there—”

Vu Dong Hoa raised his hand to interrupt me.

“Have you come to see the land?”

“I stopped by after work yesterday.”

He looked at me for a few seconds then burst out laughing.

“The project is left to you.”

After signing the Kim Huy villa project, my life entered a busy but extremely fulfilling rhythm. During the day, lead the design team. In the evening, revise the plan. Visit the construction site on the weekend to see the current status. There's no one at home waiting for me. No one uses the tone "are you working overtime again" to make me feel guilty. No one anymore automatically enjoys everything I create and takes it for granted. I have never lived so comfortably. Until one day— Friday night in late November. I worked overtime until after nine o'clock and was preparing to pack up and go home when my phone rang. It's a message from Tran Duong.

“Miss Lam, there is something I think I should remind you of.”

“Lately Chu Hao Nam and his family interacted very often with a person named Chung Vi."

“Local people in Cam Thanh, specializing in loan sharking.”

"According to my understanding... Chu Hao Nam is likely borrowing money at high interest rates."

Loan sharking? I frowned.

“Does it have anything to do with me?”

“The verdict has already taken effect.”

“His personal debt has nothing to do with me.”

“In theory, yes.”

Tran Duong responded very quickly.

“But Chung Wei is not the type of person to do things properly.”

“There have been cases in the past where he harassed debtors' family members.”

“Even though you two are divorced…”

“But if Chu Hao Nam reveals your information to the other party…”

My finger paused on the screen.

“What do you mean…”

“Could he use my information to fraudulently borrow money?”

“There is currently no evidence.”

“But I advise you to do two things.”

“First, check your credit report for abnormalities.”

“Second, confirm whether your personal information has been impersonated or not.”

“I will go check tomorrow.”

The next morning, I went to the bank to print my credit report. Everything is normal. No strange loans. No guarantee listed. But when I opened the banking app to see the last three months of transaction history... I discovered a problem. October 3. The third day after the divorce judgment took effect. There was a transfer of 36,000 yuan from a canceled partnership account to an unfamiliar account. That is the portion of the court's money divided by Chu Hao Nam. But the joint venture account…

“Isn't that account frozen?”

I immediately called Tu Manh.