Chapter 14 — Seventy-Eight Billion And The President Has No Heir

I placed the lottery ticket on the dining table.

Khang is chopping onions. The knife stopped in the middle of the cutting board.

“What is that?”

"The reason I bought an apartment. The reason I invested. The reason I didn't panic when I lost my job."

He held the ticket, looked at the number, then looked at me. There were no immediate questions. He went in, turned off the stove, wiped his hands, and sat opposite.

“Did you really win?”

“More than seventy-eight billion after taxes.”

Khang leaned back in his chair. He laughed a very small laugh, like someone who didn't know whether to congratulate or worry.

“How long has it been?”

“Almost two months.”

"So during those two months you watched me calculate the electricity bill, watched my mother scold me, watched Duyen force me... without saying a word?"

I bowed my head.

“I want to know how people will treat me when they think I have nothing.”

“What about you?”

“You're the only person I'm afraid of losing.”

Khang stood up and walked around the small kitchen. He didn't destroy it, he didn't leave it. When he turned back, his eyes were red but his voice was calm.

"I'm not angry because you have money. I'm angry because you decided for me that I would betray."

I cannot refute.

"I'm sorry."

He pulled out a chair and sat next to me.

"That money is yours. You can use it however you want. But if we are husband and wife, give me the right to know the dangers that come from it."

I talk about Vu, Tan Cuong and the inheritance battle. Khang listened, then asked the first question unrelated to the amount of money:

“Is that president making you feel uncomfortable?”

"He needs shareholders. I need the truth."

"Then sign a clear contract. Don't let people use a meal or a look to turn it into a debt."

I laughed through my tears.

Khang put the ticket in an envelope and placed it in front of me.

"I won't keep it. But from now on, if you want to help my kitchen, invest like an investor. Not like a wife saving her husband."

I agree.

At that moment, an email was sent to the whole board: a photo of my lottery ticket, with the title "Mysterious shareholder bought Tan Cuong with illegal money".

The secret has been exposed. And the first person to call me was not Khai, but Le Quang Vu.

“Tomorrow,” he said, “we'll let them think they've won.”