Chapter 2 — The Muse of the Underworld and the Brainless Husband

I looked at them, like I was looking at two dead bodies. If you want to die, then I will fulfill it for you. I turned around and walked towards the gift area. Originally, I prepared private gold bars and Hoa Dien jade in the shape of Binh An Khau, meaning the house was full of gold and jade. Now, the table is filled with black and white papers and white candles. I conveniently picked up a card with a skull and countdown number printed on it.

“What is this?” I know well and still ask.

Lam So stepped forward, his expression passionately caressing those papers.

“This is a bespoke version of a pre-underworld style bookmark.”

“And that is the candle of life.”

"I want the guests to feel the rush of the life countdown clock right at the moment they receive the gift. That is the ultimate romance."

Giving hell money and candles to a bunch of elderly people averaging seventy years old? Want them to feel the countdown of life? This is no longer stupid, but anti-human. I nodded and took out a file from my bag.

“If the idea is so great, it must be implemented on paper.”

I gave the appendix of the full responsibility agreement to Lam So, with a sincere tone:

“So So, your design is too bold, I'm afraid someone else in the company will steal your credit.”

"Please sign your name to prove that this is your independent composition. In the future, if you win an award, it will only be in your name."

Lam So's eyes lit up, almost without hesitation he took up the pen.

“It seems like you also have eyes to see.”

She made a few strokes and signed her name. I looked at that text and laughed coldly. You idiot, this is your life and death certificate.

“Wait.”

Luc Minh suddenly raised his hand to stop. My heart skipped a beat, could it be that he found out? Luc Minh grabbed the pen and signed his name in the guarantor section.

"I signed too! Sister Mac, don't think I don't know what you're planning."

“You're just jealous of So So's talent, afraid she'll steal your glory, and later want to deny that it wasn't us who did it.”

"Written clearly on white paper and black ink, this glory belongs to So Chu!"

I looked at the two names of that vile male and female dog couple and almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“Okay, it's all yours.”

I carefully put the agreement in the innermost layer of the bag. At that moment, the kitchen manager behind him ran out, his head covered in sweat.

"General Manager Tham! These dishes... can't be made!"

“What's wrong?”

The manager stomped his foot impatiently: "Miss Lam has changed all the menus!"

“Braised pork is changed to boiled Chinese cabbage, said to maintain purity in the human world.”

“The peach cake to celebrate longevity is changed to white dumplings, it means returning to the true self.”

“Even wine is changed into water, said to cleanse the soul!”

I looked towards Lam So, she had her hands on her hips, a matter-of-fact expression on her face.

"Big fish and too much meat are too ordinary. People who reach a state like Ms. Trieu will definitely like to let go."

“Well, what you say makes sense.”

I stopped the manager who wanted to curse back and glanced at me to signal.

“Listen to the great artist Lam, just do it.”

The manager understood my eyes and gritted his teeth and retreated. Suddenly there was a loud sound of car brakes outside the door. Immediately after that, there were a series of luxury car doors closing. I glanced at the time, the body received the arrival of the Millionaire's convoy. I quietly retreated to a dark corner, crossed my arms over my chest, and prepared to watch the show.

“It's here, it's here, the good play begins.”

The large door of the banquet hall was pushed open again. The millionaire helped an old woman with white hair enter. There was a gentle smile on the old woman's face, and in her hand she was twirling a string of jade beads. But when they clearly saw the scene before their eyes, the smile immediately froze on their faces. There are white curtains everywhere, gloomy white chrysanthemums, and the word "Tho" that looks like a condolence couplet. The old woman's legs were so soft, she could barely stand. The millionaire's face immediately turned pale, and the blue veins on his forehead twitched repeatedly. In that dead quiet atmosphere, Lam So moved. She carried a tray, like a white swan proudly rushing forward. On the tray was arranged a set of gray and white linen clothes. That's the robe.

“Mrs. Trieu!”

Lam So's voice was sharp, carrying an excitement that didn't know whether to live or die.

“This is a warrior robe I specially designed for you!”

“The minimal cut, without any excess decoration, symbolizes that she came naked and left naked!”

“Please accept this gift and go to the other shore!”

The whole hall was silent. Even the bodyguards following behind the Millionaire were stunned, perhaps in their entire lives they had never seen anyone seeking death this way. I pretended to run impatiently from the corner of the room.

"Luc Minh! Quickly stop her! It's Mrs. Trieu!"

But Luc Minh pushed me away.