Chapter 5 — The Former General's Ex-Wife Was a Genius Advisor

I didn't answer, thinking quickly in my head. To Mien Nguyet came to my father, there are two possibilities: One, she simply wanted to raise capital for the studio. Second, she is preparing the way for her to marry into the Co family in the future, planning to "deal with" her relationships with her "former husband's family". Whatever the case, it no longer has anything to do with me.

“Don't think too much, me and Co Ngon Chu are already in the past tense.”

Tran Niem pouted: "You're not in a hurry, but I'm in a hurry. Don't you see what the rumors are like outside? Some say you were forced to leave by To Mien Nguyet, some say you couldn't give birth for three years so your husband's family hates you, then they say you automatically gave up the throne..."

“Let what they say.”

"You——" Tran Niem choked, gulped down a large gulp of wine: "Okay, Lam Van Tinh, you are a cultivator, your heart is like a calm water surface. I am a mortal, I don't think I am worthy to replace you."

I smiled but didn't answer. When I got home it was almost 11 pm. After taking a shower and lying on the bed, my phone displayed a new news notification: [Exclusive interview with famous designer To Mien Nguyet: Grateful to everyone who helped, and grateful for all the misunderstandings.] I clicked and read a few lines. The reporter asked her how she evaluated her relationship with Co Ngon Chu. She replied: "Ngon Chu is my most important friend, and the investor I trust the most. As for outside speculation, I can only say that I have never done anything wrong to his wife." Reporter asked: I heard he recently got divorced? She was silent for a few seconds, sighing softly: "That's his personal matter, I'm not at liberty to comment. But I hope everyone can find their own happiness." I exited the website and turned off the screen. Next to the pillow is a blue divorce book. I stared at the ceiling for a long time. Some words sound tight without any gaps. But the more discreet the person talking, the less simple it is. * The fifth day after the divorce, my father called.

"Van Tinh, I'm going home this weekend, there's something I want to talk about."

“What's going on, dad?”

“Go back and talk.”

He hung up decisively, not giving me a chance to ask more questions. Saturday afternoon, I went to the Lam family's house. My mother was sitting on the sofa outside the living room. When she saw me enter the door, she sighed: "I'm skinny."

“Nothing.”

My father came out of the study room, holding a file in his hand, and threw it on the tea table.

“Watch it.”

I picked it up and flipped it over. It was a copy of the Investment Intent (Term Sheet). The object of calling for capital is To Mien Nguyet's design studio. Dinh Huy Capital leads the investment round, the following investors also include several famous funds in the industry. The amount of money is not too large, but enough for To Mien Nguyet's studio to stand firmly in the industry.

“Dad, why are you showing me this?”

My dad sat down: "I don't invest."

“So why is this Letter of Intent at my place?”

“Last week To Mien Nguyet came to look for dad, this is what he left behind.”

My mother interjected: "When he came, he had a very good attitude. He talked a lot about you and Ngon Chu. The meaning in his words was—he didn't want to be a third party in someone else's mouth, so he wanted to greet his 'ex-husband's family' first." I put the documents on the table: "What does it have to do with her greeting you two?" My father looked at me: “He speaks very well, every sentence sounds like it an obedient girl who understands things. But..." He paused for a moment: "After he left, I had someone check his studio's financial report."

“What's wrong?”

“There are some sources of money that are not very clean.”

I frowned: "What do you mean?" My father pulled out a cement paper file bag from under the coffee table and handed it to me: "See for yourself." I opened the file bag, inside was a stack of bank statements and a few screenshots. The more I watched, the more my eyebrows furrowed.