Chapter 9 — Secretary Slap Me? I turned my hand and caused the whole company to go bankrupt

He couldn't stand it anymore. Like a crazy wild animal. Scream and rush forward. Fight with the contractor. The outcome doesn't need to be guessed. A person used to living in luxury. How can he be an opponent to someone who has been wandering around in society for many years? Soon. Chu Duc was beaten until his face was bruised. Nose bleeding. The corner of the mouth is torn. Lying curled up on the ground like a dead dog. The contractor spit a ball of saliva on him. Cursed a few words and then drove away. Chu Duc lay on the cold cement floor. Whole body aches. Hot face. He looked up at the sky above the construction site. The sky was cut into pieces by scaffolding frames. A lonely moon hangs in the middle of the night. Don't understand why. That moment. He suddenly remembered me. Remember many years ago. When he was at his poorest. I used to be with him. Crowded together in a cramped room. He used to hug me. Swear firmly:

“Nem Niem.”

“I can rest assured.”

“Even if you end up empty-handed in the future.”

“Did fall to the bottom of the abyss.”

“I will also risk my life to stand up.”

“Give me a better life.”

So how did I answer? Chu Duc tried to remember. Then I finally remembered. I smiled and said to him:

“It's okay, Chu Duc.”

“Even though after this you really won't have anything left.”

“I will still be with you.”

“At best…”

“I raised you.”

Chu Duc's hands trembled and covered his face. Shoulders began to shake violently. Hot tears. Constantly flowing through my fingers. In the dark night, the whole world seems to have turned its back on me. First time. Chu Duc cried. Crying because of regret. Crying until the heart and lungs are paralyzed. He started to frantically remember the good things about me. Remember every meal I cooked. Remember every shirt I ironed. Remember the eyes I used to look at him. A pair of eyes filled with love. Filled with starlight. He came to his senses too late. In this world. There has never been a medicine for regret. There are people. Once lost. It's a waste of a lifetime. Since that day. Chu Duc seemed completely crazy. He started using all sorts of extreme ways to beg my forgiveness. Don't know how. He found out my new company's address. Wear old, tattered clothes. Run under the company building. Right in front of all employees and customers. Kneel all the time from morning to night. Refuses to stand up. I stood in front of the ground-level glass door on the upper floor. Coldly glanced down. Then directly protect:

“Get rid of that person.”

“Don't let it affect the company's image.”

He's nothing more than a pile of trash blocking the front door. Needs to be processed. The next day. It was pouring rain. Chu Duc still stubbornly stood on the other side of the street. Let the cold rain water pour from head to toe. Clothes are soaked. Lips are purple. He kept screaming my name. Constantly shouting:

“You are wrong!”

“Nim Niem!”

“I know it's wrong!”

I'm sitting in the back of a Rolls-Royce. The heater in the car is very loud. Warm and comfortable. As the car passed him. I didn't even tilt my head to look once. Just leisurely said to the driver:

“Raise the temperature a little more.”

“A bit cold.”

The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror. Say nothing. Just quietly adjust the temperature higher. I found kneeling and bowing to be ineffective. Chu Duc followed suit old romantic movies. Start playing the humiliation game. He used blood to write letters. One leaf after another. Send to my company. The girls at the front desk were so scared that they turned pale. Take the letter and ask me how to handle it. I take it. The fishy smell of blood entered my nose. But I didn't even open it to read it. Throw it directly into the paper shredder next to it. The sound of the engine running rang out. The blood-red letters were quickly crushed. Turn into pieces. I look at it all. There is no joy in my heart. There is only endless disgust. Seeing every way is useless. Chu Duc became more and more crazy. Even started making up scenarios of injuring himself. He carefully researched my route to work every day. The timing was right for my car to appear. Then at an intersection you have to go through. Pretend to be hit by an oncoming electric vehicle. My driver slammed on the brakes. The car stopped right in front of him. I opened the door and walked down. Chu Duc lies on the ground. Mouth constantly moaning in pain. Forehead full of blood. Only later did I know. It was pigeon blood he prepared in advance.