Chapter 2 — On my wedding day, I was forced to give up 19 real estate properties. I flipped the table on the spot

Tham Tu explains:

"This is a cash flow analysis of Tran Thi's entire ongoing project. If they lose orders from Thinh Nguyen, they can only survive two months at most."

Shorter than I expected.

"Get ready. Tomorrow, notify Tran Thi—Thinh Nguyen Group will end all cooperation."

Tham Tu's hand paused for a moment.

“General Su, this will make Tran Thi immediately paralyzed.”

"I know."

I turned to the first page of the file.

"The houses they made me sign to give up, all the deposits for each house, tomorrow will go through the legal process and get them all back."

Tham Tu looked at me for two seconds, didn't say anything more, turned around and went to make arrangements. In the office, only silence remained. The phone lights up again. This time it was a message from Tran Hao.

"To Niem, where are you? Let's talk."

Second news.

"Dad made you sign an agreement that I didn't know about. Don't get excited."

Third news.

"Is what you said true? Is Thinh Nguyen yours?"

Wednesday news.

“Please call me back.”

I turned the phone face down, leaving the screen facing the table. Ten minutes later, Tham Tu knocked on the door.

“Boss Su, someone is coming downstairs.”

"Tran Uyen. Said he wanted to see you."

I finished changing my clothes——a black suit with a white shirt. The wedding dress is folded neatly and placed on the sofa.

“Send her up.”

The elevator door opened, the sound of Tran Uyen's high heels echoed throughout the floor. She rushed into the office, saw me sitting in the director's chair, and froze for three seconds.

"To Niem? Is this... really your office?"

She doesn't sit.

“What you said at the wedding, is it true?”

“You can go check it out yourself.”

Tran Uyen bit her lip and walked around the room. Glass doors, genuine leather sofa, entire wall full of books——her eyes turned from surprise to something else.

"Even though you are the landlady Thinh Nguyen, you messed up my brother's wedding like that, how is this debt calculated?"

“You came here to demand justice?”

“I came to ask you——what exactly do you want?”

I stood up.

"I said it before. Divorce, deposit recovery, termination of cooperation. Three things, not one less."

Tran Uyen smiled coldly.

"Do you think that with a little money you can control the Tran family? My father has been involved in the Kinh Hai business for thirty years, with relationships spread throughout the industry. A twenty-seven year old girl like you, really thinks she can turn the sky?"

“How much of those relationships are maintained thanks to Thinh Nguyen's orders?”

Tran Uyen's face turned pale.

"Go back and tell your father, give him three days to complete the divorce proceedings. Three days later, there's still no movement—Thinh Nguyen's lawyer team won't talk so easily anymore."

“Shen Tu, see off the guests.”

Tham Tu appeared at the door. Tran Uyen still wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't. She turned around and left. The sound of high heels gradually fades away. I sat back down on the chair. The phone lights up. Khuong Dao texted again:

"That video has already been shared 50,000 times. To Niem, you're famous."

She included a screenshot. Top search number 9—“Kinh Hai bride announced divorce right at the wedding ceremony”. Below are comments all at once:

“This bride is so cool.”

"My father-in-law forced me to sign a relinquishment of property? That's great."

"Wait, the bride said the deposit was all paid by her? What's going on?"

I scrolled through those comments, my eyes stopping at one line.

“Does anyone know what company Thinh Nguyen Group is? Are not?"

Below is someone answering:

“Top 10 real estate developers in Kinh Hai, annual revenue of hundreds of billions of yuan. Are you sure it's the same Thinh Nguyen?"

I exited the page. That evening, Tran Quoc Dong personally called. Tham Tu gave the phone:

“General Su, do you hear me?”

“Turn on speakerphone.”

Connection call. Tran Quoc Dong's voice was completely different from before—the style of imposing authority had completely disappeared.

“Nien Niem, what happened today... is because Dad didn't think carefully. That agreement has been torn up, look at us..."

“Mr. Tran.”

I interrupted.

“From now on, call me General To.”

The other end of the line was silent for five seconds.

“To… President To, what about cooperation…”

“Your company has already received notice.”

“What announcement?”

“The official letter terminating cooperation will come tomorrow.”

“You can't do that! The Tan Thanh Van Son project is halfway done, now you withdraw—Tran Thi will die!”

“You should have thought about that before making me sign that agreement.”

I hung up. Tham Tu stood next to him, his expression calm.

“General To, if the Tran family cannot survive, they may find another company to take over the project. Do I need to tell you in advance?

“How many companies do you think in Kinh Hai dare to take on the project that Thinh Nguyen gave up?”

Tham Tu thought for a moment:

“You are right.”

“Tomorrow, convene a team of lawyers. Divorce and money recovery proceed in parallel.”

He turned away and I called back.

“Three years ago when I married into the Tran family, you said something. He said 'General To, you are not worthy'."

He doesn't deny it.

“You're right.”

The next morning, Thinh Nguyen's lawyer's dispatch was sent to Tran Thi Real Estate. One formula three copies. Termination of cooperation in Tan Thanh Van Son project. Termination of cooperation in Dong Ngan industrial park. Termination of cooperation in Cang Lam commercial area. Violation fine: 0 yuan. Because in the contract there is a clause—party A has the right to unilaterally terminate the cooperation without compensation. This clause... was because I told Tham Tu to add it that year. Tran Quoc Dong couldn't pay attention. He never read the contract carefully. He just looked at the amount of money. Less than two hours after the dispatch was sent, Tran Thi shares plummeted 11%. News spread very quickly. In the Kinh Hai business world, everyone is talking about one thing—The Tran family's daughter-in-law... is the real boss. I sat in the office processing a backlog of documents for three years, and Tham Tu came in to report every half hour.

“General To, Tran Hao is here. Downstairs.”

“No see.”

“He said if he couldn't see you, he wouldn't go.”

“Guard, please come out.”

“He knelt down.”

The pen in my hand paused a bit.