Chapter 10 — Real Child in a Fake Family

“Yes.” That “yeah”—like a reply. Just like the promise. From today. This family. Only real things remain. 【Chapter 10】 This story should actually end. But human life does not have an "end" - it's just that this part ends, the next part opens. The third month after To Uyen Ninh left. I was four months old. I know how to turn over. Every day after returning from work, the first thing Co Dien Chau did was come to the baby's room to visit me. Sometimes he carried me for a walk, sometimes he just sat next to me and watched me play by myself. Today he still came as usual. Sit down. Look at me. I'm trying to chew my foot—don't laugh, four-month-old babies do that. “Nien An.” He called me. I raised my head. He took his phone from his pocket and opened a news notification. Bring it before me. The title is: 【The former wife of the richest man To Uyen Ninh was exposed for having an affair during the marriage? Co replied: Completely fabricated】 I took a look. Look at him again. 【Didn't dad say he wouldn't make it public? Who spread this?】“Not dad.” He put away the phone, "It's Hua Kien Quoc." I was stunned. 【Is he crazy? Didn't he already give the recording to dad? He even dared to—】“He sold another recording to the media.” Co Dien Chau's voice was very calm, "He left a way out." I remained silent. This old loach Hua Kien Quoc. On the one hand, he sold Tran Quoc Luong's recording to Co Dien Chau to save his life, and on the other hand, he sold the recording of To Uyen Ninh's call to himself to a weekly tabloid magazine—in exchange for money. Eat both ends. 【So what to do?】“It's been handled.” Co Dien Chau stood up, "Co's legal department has issued a statement, saying it was a malicious rumor. The media has also removed the article." He brushed the non-existent dust on his pants. "Hua Kien Quoc's land, forced demolition will begin tomorrow. Illegal construction for twenty years, it's time to dismantle." Me: ... Okay. That's the way my father handled the matter—no fuss, directly cutting it off from the root. You sell my information? Okay. Then your lifeline is no longer needed. Hua Kien Quoc thinks he is smart. But he didn't know how he poked himself. This person, even after being cuckolded for twenty-three years, could endure it until the situation was arranged before making his move. What kind of trouble do you think a fish like you can create? One week later. I heard that Hua Kien Quoc's company was audited four times in a row. The Department of Taxation, the Department of Environmental Protection, the Housing and Urban Development Commission, the Market Watch—they all came. It wasn't Co Dien Chau who arranged it. It's To Uyen Ninh. Before leaving, she also left something behind - compiling a list of illegal benefits that Hua Kien Quoc had obtained through her over the years into documents, then anonymously denounced them. This woman. Before leaving, I wanted to pull someone to cushion my back. Hua Kien Quoc was not popular with both sides. The land was demolished by Co Dien Chau. The company was denounced by To Uyen Ninh. Both large legs were completely broken. A sentence popped out in my head: 【This is the end of a vile person. Wanting to please both sides, in the end neither side sees him as a person.】 Co Dien Chau was changing clothes next to him when he heard this sentence and was stunned. Then he laughed softly. "You're only four months old, where did you learn these things?" This is the chemistry between us. He never asked me why I knew these things. I also never took the initiative to explain. In his eyes—perhaps I was some kind of “unusually gifted” child. Can hear information that should not be heard, can think about things that should not be thought. And now

Why— Doesn't matter. The important thing is that I am his child. Biological child. Only. Honest. That's enough. Six months later. I already know how to sit. It's possible to say "daddy" in an inaudible voice—of course it's intentionally practiced to fit the character's setting. The first time Co Dien Chau heard me call "dad", he was looking at documents in the study room. The pen in his hand stopped for three seconds. Then he put the documents down, walked over, and lifted me off the walker with one hand. Raise it up high. The richest man with a trillion-dollar fortune raised his biological son and twirled around in the study room. The sunset that day was especially beautiful. Yellow light poured in from the ground-level glass door. The smile on his face— It was the cleanest smile I had ever seen. There is no calculation. There is no defense. There are no ghosts after betrayal. Just simply a father.