Chapter 8 — Three Years of Patience, One Day of Flipping the Cards

She lowered her voice.

“Nien Khanh.”

“Don't be so sad.”

“What's happening with kids these days.”

“We adults can't even control it.”

“If there are any difficulties later.”

“Just look for second aunt.”

I took a look at her. Last month. She even asked me to find a hospital specialist to examine her. I helped her finish the arrangements. Not even a word of thanks.

“Thank you, second aunt.”

"Nothing."

She laughed. Then lean closer.

“But don't blame Canh Tham either.”

“Everyone knows the condition of your house.”

“A tall climber is still a tall climber.”

“Farewell now.”

“It's not necessarily a bad thing.”

I swallowed every last bite of rice. Gently nodded.

“Second aunt is right.”

Hear that sentence. She smiled happily. Then took the glass of wine and returned to his table. After the party ended. As usual for the past three years. I proactively cleaned up the dishes. I was the only one left in the kitchen. The door suddenly opened. The person who entered was grandmother. She uses a cane. Slowly step by step come next to me. Look at me standing next to the sink.

“Do you really want to go?”

I turned off the faucet. Wipe your hands on your apron.

“I want to go.”

She looked at me for a long time. Then she put her hand in her pocket. Take out a small red velvet bag. Quietly tucked into my apron pocket. I was stunned.

“What is this?”

“A little money.”

“You'll need it later when you go out.”

Her voice was very soft. But every word is sincere.

“She's old.”

“I can't control them anymore.”

“But you're a good kid.”

“She understood clearly in her heart.”

That moment. My nose suddenly stings. Three years at the Co family's house. This is the only person... Who honestly treats me like family. I clutched the red cloth bag in my hand. Throat slightly choked.

“Grandma…”

“I cannot accept this.”

“Just take it.”

She turned around and left. Take two steps and stop. But don't turn back.

“Last time my father came to our house for dinner.”

“You saw that he was not simple.”

“Someone who has been in business for half his life…”

“There are things in the eyes that cannot be hidden.”

She used her cane to leave. I stood in the kitchen. Listen to the sound of the stick head hitting the floor. Further and further away. A long time later. I just bowed my head and opened the red velvet bag. Inside was a wad of cash. Same savings book. I quietly put it all back. Put it in your bag. Outside the living room. To Uyen Ninh's laughter and Tien My Hoa's praising voice continued to echo. I turned off the kitchen light. Leave the Co family's house through the back door. Day three of the deal vetting process. Co Canh Tham urged very harshly. At least three messages a day. The content revolves around just one sentence:

“Are you done watching yet?”

He didn't care what I was testing. He just wanted to complete the procedure quickly. Let the righteous people support To Uyen Ninh to the position of Mrs. Co. During these three days. Two things happened. First story. Co Group announces quarterly achievement awards. The best employee in the Planning department is To Uyen Ninh.

“Presided over the development of bidding documents for the project to renovate the southern citadel, bringing in a large contract for the company.”

Lam Kha Binh secretly texted me:

“Sister-in-law, I'm sorry.”

“I really want to tell the truth.”

“But she threatened me.”

“Tell me if I talk too much, I will lose my job.”

“I have elderly parents and young children to take care of.”

“I don't dare offend her.”

I pay words:

“It's okay.”

“Just work in peace.”

Second story. To Uyen Ninh holds the bidding documents written by me. Go to industry exchange conferences. As a representative of Co. During the exchange. Someone asked her a detail regarding the data model in the file. She couldn't answer at all. We can only talk about it in roundabout ways. But this incident was remembered by a senior in the industry. What a coincidence. He is a former colleague of Luc Dao's father.

“When that To kid stood on stage and talked nonsense.”

“Uncle Truong sitting below almost burst out laughing.”

Luc Dao told the story over the phone.

“He said the person who wrote this profile is very qualified.”

“But the person standing on stage looks like he's memorizing the lines.”

“Is that all?”

“You help me thank Uncle Truong.”

“I invited him to dinner another day.”

"Okay."

Luc Dao sighed.

“What kind of chess are you playing?”

“I can't see it.”

“Just wait.”

I smiled softly.

“You'll know.”

Saturday. The lawyer sent the revised agreement. According to my request. All assets belong to Co Canh Tham.