Chapter 16 — The day I signed the divorce petition, I won the bid for a 30 billion VND project

She deleted it herself. The press conference video spread at breakneck speed. Views quickly surpassed the 50 million mark. The direction of public opinion has also completely changed direction. People who cursed at me started leaving messages of apology. Those who once stood by Khuong Niem's side also turned to criticize her.

“It turns out the liar was Khuong Niem.”

"I really pity Tham Nghien Thanh. He was wronged for so long."

“Khuong Niem should publicly apologize to Ms. Tham.”

I scrolled through each comment. My heart is still as calm as water. It's not because I don't care. I have never lived based on public opinion. Public opinion can take a person to the skies. It is also possible to step that person into the mud one night. Today they cursed Khuong Niem. Tomorrow... Who knows, you might turn to curse someone else. This is an era where the memory of crowds is very short. A hot topic only lasts a few days. Then it will quickly be replaced by another topic. No one will forever remember how much injustice you have suffered. I don't live off public opinion. I live... Thanks to my own works. As long as the buildings I designed are still standing. As long as they are still used by people. Then I will never be forgotten. That is also the most valuable lesson that three years at the Luc family taught me. In this world... The only thing that will never betray you. It is your own ability. Five days after the press conference, Luc Tu Hanh came to see me again. This time, he was no longer standing in front of the company's door. Which stands under the apartment complex where I live. When I returned from work, from afar I saw him leaning against a black car. In my hand... Is a bouquet of white roses. He was wearing a dark gray sweater and black pants. Compared to the last time we met... A little thinner again.

“Tham Nghien Thanh.”

He looked at me, his voice very quiet.

“Congratulations.”

“Congratulations on what?”

“Congratulations…”

“Won a very nice match.”

I looked at him.

“Those evidences…” He asked hoarsely. “You've been preparing for a long time, right?”

I calmly replied.

“From the first day I stepped into the Luc family, I knew one day I would need to use them.”

His face immediately stiffened.

“Didn't you trust me from the beginning?”

“Trust is inherently a matter of both sides.”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“Luc Tu Hanh.”

“You never trusted me.”

“Then what authority do you have to ask me to trust you?”

He was silent again. A gentle wind blew. The bouquet of white roses in his hand shook slightly.

“This bouquet of flowers…”

“It's for you.”

He said softly.

“I know you like white roses very much.”

I looked at that bouquet of flowers. A memory from a long time ago suddenly appeared in my mind. Three years ago. Not long after getting married, I once bought a bouquet of white roses to put in the living room. Luc's mother saw it and said coldly:

“White is unlucky.”

Then tell the maid to take it away and throw it away. I said nothing. Just quietly feeling sad. After that, I accidentally said something to Luc Tu Hanh.

“I really like white roses.”

He just said "yes" softly. I always thought... He had forgotten. Unexpectedly... He still remembers. What if I remember? A person remembers what you like... Doesn't mean... That person really loves you. It's not about remembering what that person likes. When that person needs it the most, you are there by his side Surname. And Luc Tu Hanh... When I needed him the most. He chose silence again.

“Please bring this bouquet of flowers home.”

I said calmly.

“Now... I don't like white roses anymore.”

“You lied.”

He looked at me.

“In my office there is still a vase of white roses.”

I stopped. Ever been to my office? Seeming to guess what I was thinking, he nodded slightly.

“Before the press conference... I went there.”

“Because I'm afraid…”

“I won't be able to stand it.”

Like a very small needle, gently touching my heart. Just a little bitter.

“Luc Tu Hanh.”

I looked at him.

“Do you know…”

“By the time I say this... it will be too late.”

“I know.”

“Do you know why?”

“Because when I needed you the most... you weren't there.”

“Not only that.”

I shook my head.

“It's because…”

“You were never really with me.”

“Not three years ago.”

“Not two years ago either.”

“A year ago, still not.”

“Twenty days ago... not even more.”

“From start to finish...”

“Have you ever really been with me?”

Luc Tu Hanh did not answer. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. His hair was blown messily. A few white rose petals on the bouquet also quietly fell to the ground.

“Tham Nghien Thanh.”

He looked at me for a long time before softly speaking.

“If you say…”

“What if you want to start over?”

I looked at him. Smiling softly.