Chapter 18 — On a 5-day business trip, I called the police to kick my husband's entire family out of the house

As soon as news of Chu Hao Nam's detention spread, the Chu family immediately exploded. The first person to call was Tien Que Phuong. At first I didn't intend to listen. But she called more than a dozen times continuously. Finally I clicked accept.

“Lam Van Tinh!”

“You hurt my son!”

“He broke the law himself and got caught.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

“If it weren't for you—”

“Why does he have to do those things!”

“It was all forced by you!”

“You refused to give him money, refused to transfer the name of the house to him—”

I interrupted.

“Your son committed adultery during marriage, borrowed money at high interest rates, and stole trade secrets.”

“Each of those things is his own choice.”

“Now you call and scold me…”

“You want me to withdraw my application?”

“You withdraw!”

“After all, he used to be your husband—”

“We are divorced.”

“He is now a criminal suspect.”

“Not my family.”

“You really are a cruel woman—”

I hung up. Then drag her number straight to the block list. The second person came beyond my expectations. It's Tong Nha. No need to call. But block me under the company. When I came down from work, I saw that she was seven months pregnant.

“Lam Van Tinh.”

I stopped walking. She stood under the streetlight. His expression was much worse than the last time we met. No longer does he have the arrogant and proud look of the past. Swelling during pregnancy caused her face, which had cost 300,000 yuan to correct, to begin to deform a bit.

“What did you come for?”

“Chu Hao Nam has been arrested.”

"I know."

“Can you…”

Her voice trembled.

“Help him?”

I thought I would be angry. But no. I just find it funny.

“Tong Nha.”

“He and I are divorced.”

"If he broke the law, he should be punished accordingly."

“I can't manage it.”

“I don't want to manage either.”

Her eyes turned red.

“If he goes to jail…”

“What should I do?”

“What should the baby do?”

“It's a story between two people.”

“Think for yourself.”

“He said…”

“He said you have a lot of money…”

“Could you—”

“He's still lying to you until now.”

I looked straight into her eyes.

“He lived in my house for three years and never paid a penny of rent.”

"I've been driving for three years and have never paid a penny on the car loan."

“He can't even feed himself.”

“What do you expect from him?”

She opened her mouth. Can't say a word.

“Tong Nha.”

“I tell you the truth.”

“What you should do now is not come find me.”

“It's about finding a lawyer.”

“Let's go investigate and see how much debt is still under Chu Hao Nam's name.”

“There are dishes…”

“It will most likely fall on your head.”

Her face turned pale little by little.

"Goodbye."

I walked around her and got in the car. In the rearview mirror... She was still standing under the streetlight. Carry a large belly. There was a moment… I felt pity. But it's only a moment. Before coming to me, Tong Nha had the appearance of a winner. She stood in front of me, using a superior tone to mock my "official wife".

“You are nothing more than a stepping stone.”

That's verbatim what she said. Now the pedal has fallen... She discovered that underneath her feet was originally empty space. That has nothing to do with me. Chu Hao Nam's story has entered the judicial process. I don't need to continue wasting my attention anymore. During the time that followed, I devoted all my attention to the Kim Huy villa project. This project lasted for three months. From Site survey to plan design. From material selection to construction monitoring. I led the whole team to almost always eat and sleep in that Nam Son area. I also met Yu Donghua's parents. The couple are over seventy years old and were both university professors before retiring. They have their own requirements for quality of life.

“Tieu Lam…”

The old lady pulled me back and asked.

“Auntie's knees are bad, the stairs—”

"Don't worry."

I replied smiling.

"Between floors we have built-in elevators."

“The gentle slope also prevents slipping.”

“The height of the handrail is designed specifically according to your body shape.”

“Can the garden grow vegetables?”

“To the west there is a piece of land about thirty square meters reserved for growing vegetables.”

“I have left the irrigation system ready.”

“The east side is a flower bed planted with cinnamon and camellia.”

“Last time you said you liked cassia flowers, so I remembered.”

The old lady held my hand and laughed so hard she couldn't close her mouth.

“This child…”

“So thoughtful.”

On the day the project was completed, Vu Dong Hoa brought his parents to the acceptance test. The couple went around once and then again in the new house. On his face was a look of genuine satisfaction. The kind of emotions that don't need words to be seen. After sending my parents back to the room to rest, Vu Dong Hoa turned back and said to me:

“General Manager Lam.”

“This project of yours exceeded my expectations.”

“Thank you, Mr. Vu.”

“Previously I said design fees are based on area.”

“800,000 yuan.”

“But now I feel like it's not enough.”

I smiled slightly.

“The contract has been signed.”

“So I changed my mind.”

He took out an invitation letter from his briefcase and gave it to me.

“Next month there will be a high-end real estate conference in Cam Thanh.”

“I am the presiding unit.”

“I arranged for you to be a speaker.”

"You brought the case of Kim Huy villa to share."

Cam Thanh luxury real estate conference. A gathering place for top real estate professionals across the city. Project developer. Designer. Investor. All will be present.

“This will be very beneficial for your career.”

Vu Dong Hoa looked at me.

“You deserve to be seen by more people.”

“Thank you, Mr. Vu.”

“I accept.”

On the day of the conference, more than three hundred people attended. I wear a white suit. Completely different from the woman who three years ago stood in the hallway picking her clothes up off the floor. I stood on stage and spoke for twenty minutes. The theme is the design philosophy of the Kim Huy villa project. How to balance aesthetics and functionality in high-end design. How to design truly serve people. After finishing… The applause in the stands was even louder than I expected. As soon as I stepped off the stage, three project developers came to me with business cards to ask about cooperation. But then I suddenly realized— There are people who think they can ruin your life. But actually... They just accidentally pushed you out of the mud.