Chapter 20 — On the wedding night, my husband took his blind assistant to the wedding bed. I directly canceled the engagement

Right at that moment. The tea shop door was pushed open. Tham Nghien stood at the door. Chu Khai's face immediately changed.

“Cousin…”

Tham Nghien's eyes immediately fell on the recording pen on the table. He smiled tiredly.

“I knew right away it was you.”

Chu Khai stood up.

“Don't keep making mistakes.”

Tham Nghien stepped forward.

“What right do you have to teach me about life?”

“The Tham family raised you for how many years?”

“And yet you turned around and gave evidence to outsiders.”

I calmly spoke up.

“I am the victim.”

“Not an outsider.”

Tham Nghien looked at me.

“Wen Tang.”

“Do you really want to see the Tham family collapse with your own eyes?”

I put the recording pen in my pocket.

“Will the Tham family collapse or not…”

“It's because of what you guys did.”

“It's not because I look or don't look.”

He gritted his teeth.

“Your mother has been arrested for testimony.”

“Lam Man is also finished.”

“So…”

“Still not enough?”

Khuong Hoa poured the melon seed shells into a paper towel.

“Listen.”

“Robbing the hospital room.”

“Deadly harm.”

“Stealing blueprints.”

“Wedding trick.”

“Forcing people into bankruptcy.”

“Through his mouth…”

"Wen Duong City hasn't given up yet."

Chu Khai stepped forward to block me.

“Don't force her anymore.”

Tham Nghien grabbed his collar tightly.

“Cousin Chu!”

“Not the On family!”

Chu Khai did not dodge. Just calmly look at him.

“At least…”

“I still have His last name.”

Customers in the tea shop all turned their heads to look over. Tham Nghien slowly let go. My whole body seemed to be drained of strength by that sentence. He looked at me. Hoarse voice.

“Wen Tang.”

“If you reveal the whole truth now…”

“Can you…”

“Don't hand that recording out, okay?”

I looked straight at him.

"Cannot."

The last light in his eyes... Completely extinguished.

"...Why?"

I calmly replied.

“Because that year…”

“My mother also didn't have a second chance.”

After that statement. Tham Nghien... Don't say another word. That same day. The recording pen was handed over to the police. At the same time... Also sent to the media. The Tham family poured dirty water into the To family. Unexpectedly... Each sentence in the recording became the nails that pinned them down. Hospital robbery. Case of intentionally delaying hospital transfer. They were all reopened for investigation. The people involved... were summoned one after another to give testimony. Lam Man was officially prosecuted. Crimes: Falsifying medical records. Appropriation of design copyright. In the detention camp. She still tried to pull Tham Nghien into the water. But in return... Just an even thicker stack of incriminating documents. After leaving the hospital. The old man personally took Tham Nghien to the On family's workshop to apologize. Factory gate opened wide. The workers are all rushing to complete the To family's order. The sound of sewing machines echoing one after another throughout the factory. Tham Nghien stood outside the gate. In his hand he held a compensation agreement. On his face... There was no longer any arrogance from before.

“On Duong…”

Do not accept that agreement. Uncle Tran took the agreement for me. He flipped through a few pages.

“Lack of profits from Hai Duong motifs in the past two years.”

The old man's face became even more haggard. Tham Nghien looked at me.

“One word…”

“Don't you want to tell me too?”

I looked at the Hai Duong fabric that had just been woven in the workshop. Then spoke softly.

“Tham Nghien.”

"Older brother listen.”

He stopped. I smiled.

“It's the sound of the On family.”

“Before…”

“Being oppressed by you all makes me feel so small.”

“Almost…”

“Even I can't hear it anymore.”

Tham Nghien stood silently for a long time. Finally... He bowed deeply. No one clapped. There was no one to hold him back either. Tham Thi's fabric business was officially wiped out. All related products... Are destroyed. The day Tham's mother was sentenced. My father brought a copy of the verdict to my mother's grave. He didn't cry. Just quietly placed the verdict in front of the tombstone. Then add a bouquet of begonia flowers.

“Finally…”

“I'm not confused anymore.”

Grandma stood next to her. Gently hummed.

“If it's late, it's late.”

“But it's not yet at the point where there's no cure.”

My father bowed his head and smiled. A layer of water shined in his eyes. But this time... He didn't avoid it anymore. The On family's factory changed its name to... Hai Duong Textile Ward. Uncle Liu accepted more disciples. After graduating, Wen Du also returned to the factory. His mouth always complains of cloth dust all over his body. But learning a trade... Faster than anyone. Khuong Hoa became my partner. Every day I think of all kinds of ways to scold customers. The quantity is more than the patterns on the fabric. Every revenue and expenditure. She clearly calculated every penny. Opening day. My grandmother gave me an old piece of cloth that my great-grandmother left behind.

“Later…”

“Don't be for anyone…”

“But I lost my own name.”

I nodded slightly. Then put that old piece of fabric in the display cabinet. Next to it... is a brand new Hai Duong scroll. Old needle lines... Connected with new patterns. A road that was once broken. Finally... Completely reconnected.