Chapter 19 — The Day You Abandoned My Mother and My Child in the Middle of the Airport

It is the word Niem in the name Tham Niem.

“And “Trach”.”

It's the word Trach in his name. She still uses his name. It's not about using it. To remember. She carved his name into her work. Not because you deserve it. That was a part of her life. She turned a new page. Ly Minh Trach stood in the middle of the intersection. Look at that name. Suddenly burst out laughing. Then tears kept falling. Green light is on. A stream of people passed by his side. Someone turned their head to look. Then hurriedly walked away. No one stopped. No one asked. Why are you crying? He stood at that intersection for a long time. Until. Advertisement on the big screen. Replaced by another paragraph. He just turned around. Quietly walk towards the rented apartment. The phone vibrates. He bowed his head and looked. It's a message from the bank.

“Your account number 3827 has just received a transfer worth 5,000 yuan from account number 0412.”

Niem Niem's birthday. He was stunned. Open transaction details. Written notes section. This month's pension. Ly Minh Trach. This is the amount you owe Niem Niem. I'm not asking for you. It's asking for her instead.

—— Tham Niem

Five thousand yuan. Not much. But enough for him to pay the rent. And lived on food from outside for a month. He tightened his grip on the phone. Stand on the side of the road. Cry like a baby. From start to finish. Tham Niem never thought about destroying him. What she wants. Don't continue to let him destroy you anymore. ________________________________________ The fourth month after Tham Niem took over the company. Ly Minh Trach found a job. At a small real estate company. Project consultant. Say it bluntly. Just someone who does all sorts of odd jobs. The boss is over forty years old. Previously worked as a project manager under Ly Minh Trach. I've been scolded by you countless times. Then quit your job. Open your own company.

“General Manager Ly.”

“It's not that I'm kind.”

Boss Tran pushed the labor contract over.

“I just wanted to check it out.”

“Someone who once stood at the top.”

“After falling.”

“What will it look like?”

Signed by Ly Minh Trach. Monthly salary. Eight thousand yuan. No insurance. There is no year-end bonus. There aren't any benefits either. He himself paid boss Tran a salary of thirty thousand yuan per month. Everything has reversed. First day of work. He was arranged to sit in a small room without windows. The table is filled with project documents. Your job. Is classification. He wears old glasses. Forty-two years old. I already have to wear glasses. Each file. Carefully arrange again. It's time for lunch. He carried the lunch box. Go into the staff cafeteria. Choose a hidden corner to sit. Two young employees are chatting. The voice is not loud. But enough for him to hear.

“Did you hear that?”

“Nianze Design wins another major project.”

“Iconic building of the city.”

“Three hundred million yuan.”

“Tham Niem is truly too good.”

“It's only been a few months.”

“Brought the company to this level.”

"That's right."

“I heard that she used to be a housewife.”

“Husband cheats.”

“That's why I went out to work.”

"Meeting a tra man will ruin your whole life."

“Building your own career is the truth.”

Ly Minh Trach scooped each piece of rice. Put it in your mouth. Chew for a long time. Just swallowed. He took the phone. Open the official website of Nianze Design. Right on the home page. Photo by Tham Niem is at the top of the leadership list. Chairman of the Board of Directors and CEO. She wears a white shirt. Hair loose naturally. Calm smile. Full of confidence. Scroll down. This is an introduction to the projects. Nam Thanh project ranks first. On the design.

“Chief architect: Tham Niem.”

Chief architect. She also returned. With the position that inherently belongs to me. Ly Minh Trach put away his phone. Continue eating rice. Rice in the mouth. No more taste. But he still ate it all. Every penny he spent. It's all earned by yourself. Cannot be wasted. Day after day. Repeat like a photocopier. Wake up at seven o'clock. Crowded on the subway to work.