Chapter 15 — On the wedding night, my husband took his blind assistant to the wedding bed. I directly canceled the engagement

The person in charge of the organizing committee is Tien. An expert in the profession. He immediately stood up to make peace.

“Just a misunderstanding.”

“It's all a misunderstanding.”

“The work documents submitted by Tham Thi are very complete.”

I placed a stack of original drawings on the table.

“This is my hand drawing.”

“The completion date is exactly half a year earlier than the application submitted by Tham Thi.”

“Each copy still has traces of editing.”

Tham Nghien stared at the pile of manuscripts. His voice was very low.

“On Duong…”

“Are you still determined to fight even this matter?”

I looked straight at him.

"My."

“Why can't I compete?”

Tham's mother immediately spoke up.

“A Nghien and I almost became husband and wife.”

"What's the point of distinguishing between the two of you as mine or hers?"

“The Tham family spent money to make models.”

“Hire production workers.”

“Invest so much effort.”

“Now I stand up and ask for a signature.”

“Don't you feel embarrassed?”

Khuong Hoa was so angry that he burst out laughing.

"If a thief criticizes the owner for claiming copyright, it's a loss of face."

“Today was truly eye-opening.”

Mr. Tien wiped his sweat.

“It's true that your drawing came first.”

“But Tham Thi has been approved for the display room.”

“The promotional campaign has also been released.”

“Let's do this.”

“The author will add your name.”

“Both sides share ownership.”

I haven't even opened my mouth yet. Tham Nghien coldly said:

“No way.”

Everyone turned to look at him. Tham Nghien slowly said:

“Hai Duong motifs are Tham Thi's key product this year.”

“The signature part…”

“It cannot be changed.”

I looked at him.

“Or…”

“Just change the name.”

“Will Lam Man immediately be exposed?”

Tham's mother's eyes became cold.

“Why do you mention it?”

I opened the catalog introducing the exhibition. Right on the first page it is written very clearly. The inspiration for the Hai Duong motif comes from Tham Thi's design consultant — Lam Man. After losing her light, she still persevered in composing, bringing the begonia flower in the darkness to the world. After reading it, Khuong Hoa almost vomited.

“She's really busy.”

“One side pretends to be blind.”

“One side took advantage of stealing the drawings.”

Mr. Tien's face immediately changed.

“General Manager Tham... this matter...”

Tham Nghien tightened his grip on the catalogue.

“Just a media article.”

“Cannot represent...”

The room door was suddenly pushed open. Chu Khai walked in. In his hand he held a box of paper. Tham's mother was angry.

“You again?”

“What are you doing here?”

Chu Khai placed the box on the table.

“Stop scolding.”

“This is something I found in my cousin's office.”

“Inside is a scanned copy of Wen Tang's original drawing.”

“There is even a chat where Lam Man corrected the author's name.”

“And my cousin's note asking the media department to quickly print the catalog.”

Tham Nghien immediately stood up.

“Zhu Kai!”

“Are you crazy?”

Zhou Kai looked straight at him.

“The crazy one is you.”

“The camera thing last night…”

“You can still tell yourself that I'm just temporarily confused.”

“But the life-saving benefactor is fake.”

“The blueprint is also stolen.”

“And yet you still forced me to help you erase the evidence.”

“If you continue to help me…”

“Who knows, maybe one day…”

“I was also forced to bear the blame by you.”

Tham's mother immediately rushed forward and tried to steal the box. But grandmother's stick blocked her right in front of her. She looked at Mr. Tien.

“Mr. Tien.”

“Now…”

“He also wants both sides to be co-owners anymore?”

Mr. Tien wiped his sweat like he was bathing.

“No... no.”

“The exhibition will immediately remove all of Tam Thi's works.”

“If you agree…”

“The central exhibition space will belong to you.”

Tham Nghien looked at me. It's like being pushed to a corner.

“Wen Tang.”

“Do I have to do it to this extent?”

I conveniently threw the catalog into the trash.

“When you took my blueprint to comfort Lam Man…”

“Have you ever asked yourself that question?”

Opening day of the craft exhibition. It rained in Giang Thanh. I led all the workers of the On family's factory into the hall. Each person wears a begonia flower badge on their chest. My father wore a new shirt. Uncle Liu stood under the spotlight for the first time. So stressed that I kept touching my apron pocket. Khuong Hoa teased in a low voice.

“If you touch it again, your pocket will be punctured.”

Uncle Luu smiled shyly.

“I'm afraid my hands are dirty.”

“What if we damage the artifact?”

I smiled.

“These…”

“It's all made by your own hands.”

Mr. Luu's back immediately became straighter. In the center of the exhibition booth. A long scroll of begonia flowers is solemnly hung. From old pieces of fabric... To each new improved model. Each needle and thread has its origin clearly marked. Grandma sat next to me. Whoever comes to see... She only asked one question.

“Do you understand yet?”

Reporters were also present. Someone asked me:

“Are you using this exhibition to counterattack the Tham family?”

I calmly replied:

“I just took back the name that belonged to me.”

Khuong Hoa stood next to her and immediately added.

"Conveniently catch the thief and return the evidence."

The exhibition is halfway done. Tham Nghien appeared. He came alone. The suit was soaked by the rain. The whole person is noticeably thinner compared to the wedding night. He stood in front of the field of begonia flowers for a long time. I walked over.

“General Manager Tham.”

“Tham Thi's exhibition space is over there.”

“Even though…”

“It's been completely dismantled.”

Tham Nghien smiled faintly and bitterly.

“I didn't come today to argue.”

“So what did you come for?”

Khuong Hoa immediately took out her phone.

“Look straight into the camera and talk.”

Tham Nghien just glanced at her. He really didn't object. He looked at me.

“The accident that year…”

“You have investigated clearly.”

“Lam Man lied to me.”

“The story of the design…”

“I admit it too.”

“You're greedy.”

“I want to keep the Hai Duong pattern for Tham Thi.”

I calmly corrected it.

“Not to keep.”

“It's stealing.”

Tham Nghien's throat moved slightly. Like there's a stone stuck in my throat.