Chapter 8 — On the day of divorce, I applied to quit my job

Find me directly. I don't pay attention. Thanks to my ex-mother for advice. Also useless. Also using the name of the company. In the end... What do you want to do? I don't have much energy left to think about that question. That afternoon. Something even more important happened. Three o'clock in the afternoon. My personal phone received an email. Lawyer Cao Minh, Cam Thanh Law Firm. The content is only three lines.

"Dear Miss Lam Chieu."

"According to the authorization of our client, Mr. Co Hanh, we would like to discuss with you about the division of assets after marriage between you and Mr. Co Hanh."

"Please respond within three days."

I read it again and again twice. Division of property after marriage? The divorce agreement was clearly written in black and white ink.

"Assets in someone's name belong to that person."

Both sides have signed. The Department of Civil Affairs has also kept the records. He sent a letter from his lawyer. What do you want to do? Redistribute assets? I took a screenshot of the email. Send to Phuong Du. Ten seconds later. Her phone called. His voice was as loud as firecrackers exploding.

"Is he crazy?"

"You already got the divorce papers, but you still want to overturn them?"

"I don't know either."

"Could it be that he wants to reclaim the three million yuan?"

That possibility... I've also thought about it. Three million yuan in my name. The divorce agreement clearly states. Assets in someone's name belong to that person. If he changes his mind now. Assuming that money... Essentially still belongs to him. Want to use legal means to reclaim...

"You should quickly find a lawyer."

Phuong Du immediately said. That afternoon. I went online to find information about Cam Thanh Law Firm. The scale is neither large nor small. Specializes in handling marriage and family cases. Lawyer Cao Minh has been practicing for twelve years. Reputation is also quite good. I found another law firm. This is where Phuong Du introduced. Her upperclassman. A lawyer surnamed Le. Specializes in handling property disputes after divorce. The next morning. I went to lawyer Le's office. Tell the whole story. Lawyer Le finished reading the divorce agreement, looked at the bank deposit confirmation, and then took off his glasses.

"You can rest assured. The agreement clearly states: 'The property in whose name belongs to that person.' Both sides have signed and fingerprinted, and the Department of Civil Affairs has also saved the records. These three million yuan are in your name, so they are yours. If the other party wants to sue to reclaim it, they are required to prove that when sending this money, there was a 'deposit' or 'management trust' agreement, and that she knew and agreed to that agreement. But according to her story, she had absolutely no idea."

"So is there a high chance of him winning the case?"

"Almost zero. Unless he can produce written evidence that the two sides had an agreement."

"No. I don't even know about the existence of this money."

"Then you don't need to worry. Just reply to the lawyer's letter that the divorce agreement is valid and there are no disputes that need to be negotiated. If their side still insists on suing, I will represent you."

I nodded.

"What's the cost?"

"For now, we will collect a consulting fee of five thousand yuan. If the case enters the litigation stage, we will discuss further."

The lawyer's response letter was sent by lawyer Le on my behalf. The sentence is very brief but full of legality: The divorce agreement is legal and exists effect. Both sides voluntarily signed, there is no content that needs to be further negotiated. If the opposing side still insists on initiating legal proceedings, our side will handle it in accordance with the law. The same afternoon the letter was sent. Co Hanh's WeChat notification appeared again. This time it was no longer a commanding line. Which is a complete sentence.

"Lam Chieu, it's not me who wants to get that money back. I just want to see you."

I looked at that text. Finger stops on the screen. The thumb hovers above the keyboard. Twenty seconds. I close the chat frame. Phuong Du's phone immediately rang.

"Did he contact you again?"

"Said he wanted to see me."

"How do you answer?"

"No answer."

"Don't pay attention to him."

"That's what he deserves."

"Six years of treating you like air."

"When it comes to divorce, I feel frantic."

"It's late."

I quietly said "yes". Then hung up. Outside the window. It was dark. One by one the street lights lit up. The pot of snake tongue on the windowsill stood there quietly. The tips of the leaves reflect the warm yellow light. I cooked myself a bowl of noodles. Sit in front of the small dining table. Slowly eat each bite. Only alone. No need to wait for anyone's message. No need to follow anyone's schedule. Eat half a bowl. I suddenly realized... This is truly my own life. Another week has passed. Things started to become unusual. The reason started with my private consulting project client. Hoa Duyet restaurant chain. When the brand repositioning plan enters the second phase. Their Marketing Director suddenly made an appointment to meet me.

"Director Lam, there is something I need to tell you."