Chapter 31 — The Former General's Ex-Wife Was a Genius Advisor

During the General Meeting of Shareholders, the disclosure of W's identity was limited to the attendees, but in this world there is no wall that can block the wind. The rumor "W is Lam Van Tinh" began to spread in the dark. Two days later, a financial media site finally linked this story to me. The title is —— [Co Ngon Chu's ex-wife - Lam Van Tinh: 5 years in hiding of the female Berkeley student]. The article interviewed several of my Berkeley classmates and professors. A professor said: "Lam Van Tinh is one of the most gifted students I have ever taught. Her ability to build financial models is almost unrivaled among people her age." Trinh Nghien was also interviewed: "Van Tinh's analytical structure is among the top in the industry. I worked in Silicon Valley for ten years, and the number of excellent analysts I have ever met is no more than twenty, she is one of them." After the article was published, public opinion completely reversed. From "Divorced Ex-Wife" turned into "Hidden Financial Queen". My Weibo followers increased by 500 thousand in just one day. Your inbox is jam-packed with interview invitations and partnership offers. There was a headhunter company that offered a salary of 3 million yuan/year to hunt me. An investment fund tycoon called my father directly, asking if he could "borrow someone". Inside Dinh Huy, the atmosphere also changed. Two female colleagues used to whisper about me in the pantry, but now they saw me and took a detour. Chau Nghi proactively let me borrow his project documents for reference. Even Qi Vien Minh joked: "You did this, it's a hundred times more effective than advertising our Dinh Huy brand." My mother called, her voice full of pride: "Daughter, today at the spa, Mrs. Vuong and Mrs. Truong were fighting over each other to ask me for your phone number. Before, they didn't pay attention to me."

“Mom, those people don't need to pay attention.”

“I know.” She laughed, "But looking at their flattering appearance - it's quite funny."

I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Laughing for a moment, the corners of my mouth drooped again. Because I remember someone. The man who for a thousand late nights stood on the balcony, smoking alone facing the phone screen. How is he now? I don't initiate contact. You didn't call me either. Until Wednesday evening. I had just come home from work when the doorbell rang. Open the door. Co Ngon Chu stood in the hallway. He didn't call in advance, nor text. He was wearing a gray hoodie and black pants, dressed very comfortably. No long dinner jackets, no formal suits. Just like a normal person. In his hand he carried a paper bag.

“I'm bothering you,” he said.

“Why did you come here?”

“Come give me something.” He gave me the paper bag.

I opened it to take a look. Inside is a ceramic cup. The cup is white, with a small text printed on the bottom: —— "3rd place in the entire department". I was stunned.

“When did you do this?”

"Not recently," his voice was a bit choked, "Three years ago, on your birthday. I finished it, but I still didn't give it as a gift."

I held the cup, my fingertips touching that small text.

“Why print this line?”

“Because you never mentioned it your achievements or abilities in front of me ——" He paused for a moment. "I accidentally read it on your diploma. When we got married and moved house.”

I remember. I stuffed that diploma into an unattractive document box.

"At that time I thought, a person ranked 3rd in the whole department, would marry me and then stay home and cook noodles for me every day."

The corner of his mouth twitched. Not laughter, but more like bitterness.

“I thought you were willing to volunteer.”