Chapter 4 — Thirty Years of Robbery

“Can be sacrificed at any time.” “Can also be thrown away at any time.” He was speechless after what I said. Outside the glass door. Busy people passing by. The two of us sat in the car. Like a lonely island. "I give you two choices." A long time later, Su Tu Hang spoke up. His voice was as cold as steel. "First." "Now you follow me home, burying all of today's matters in your stomach." "After the company is listed, half of the assets in my name will be transferred to you." "Including the house we live in, it is in your name alone." He stopped. As if waiting for me to digest that "surprise gift". "Second." "If you still insist on divorce, okay." "But I won't give you a penny." "Not only that." "I'll tell you, after leaving me, you're nothing." There was a cruelty in his eyes that I had never seen before. "And your foster father." "The old house he lives in now, that land was bought by me." "You can buy it." make him move out at any time.” My heart felt like it was being strangled by an invisible hand. It hurts so much I can't breathe. I stared at him. "Are you threatening me?" "You're just telling the truth." He leaned back in his chair, returning to a calm look, holding everything in the palm of his hand. "Van Tinh." "I'm a smart person." "What should I choose, I know in my heart." I looked at the man who once had all his eyes on me. Now he uses the person I love the most to threaten me. I just felt nauseous. “Su T. Tu Hang.” “You really disgust me.” I pushed the car door. Don't turn your head once. Returning to the hotel, I collapsed on the bed. Cover the blanket over your head. I want to cry. But I found that my tears had long dried up. The phone on the pillow vibrates continuously. It's Su T. Tu Hang. I don't listen. He called again. One fight after another. Finally, I clicked listen. Turn on the speakerphone and throw the phone aside. "Van Tinh! Have you caused enough chaos?!" His roar rang out from the other end of the line. I said nothing. "I tell you, my patience has limits!" "I'll give you a day to think." "Tomorrow morning, answer me!" Finished speaking. He hung up the phone forcefully. I closed my eyes. My mind is like a mess. Tang Qian's words. The intimidation of Su Tu Hang. Old Quach's hunched back. Each image alternately appeared before my eyes. Do I really have to do it for the so-called self-esteem? Leaving my father without a place to live? But if I compromise. So what's left of my life? Just an ancillary item. Can houses and money be used to bribe? I stayed up all night. The next morning. I received a text message from Su T. Tu Hang. "Have you thought about it carefully?" I did not reply. Half an hour later. He sent another message. "I'm at the hotel." I walked to the window. Gently lift a corner of the curtain. His car was indeed parked in front of the hotel. He leaned against the car door. Smoking cigarettes while frowning. Look at me. There are no more ripples in my heart. I hold the phone. Make a call. "Hello, lawyer Truong?" "I'm Van Tinh." "I want advice on property division during divorce." An hour later. I walked out of the hotel. Just saw me. Su T. Tu Hang immediately put out his cigarette and quickly walked over. "You think about it?" "I think about it." I nodded. Taking out a folder of documents from his pocket. "This is my draft divorce agreement." The smug expression on his face immediately froze. He grabbed the agreement. Read quickly.