Chapter 1 — Tieu Tam's Son Stole My Daughter's Work, I Revoked The Right To Operate The Group

On the big screen, the winning work is called "Mam Sao". In the author section, clearly write three words: Pho Canh Chu. But the first sentence the robot said after restarting was my daughter's voice:

"Mom, this is my birthday gift for you."

The girl immediately rushed onto the stage, choking up and saying it was her work. But the little boy bluntly slapped her hand away in front of everyone, and pointed at her face and scolded:

"You lying child!"

I looked down at the audience seats. The man sitting there clapping his hands and smiling was none other than my ex-husband. I give him the last five minutes.

"Five minutes."

"Within five minutes, tell her to apologize to my daughter and return her copyright."

He frowned, his voice filled with annoyance:

"It's just a small matter between the kids, don't make such a big deal out of it."

Five minutes later. I calmly picked up the phone and called the board of directors directly.

"Immediately stop all licensing rights of Tinh Hoa Education Group's core AI modules."

Only then did they truly understand. For the past five years, I have retreated behind the scenes... Not because I have lost all the cards in my hand. It's just that before, I never thought of... Taking back the stage they were standing under. Tieu Tam's Son Stealed My Daughter's Work to Receive Award When Tieu Tam's son held the AI robot that my daughter had stayed up for three months to create and walked up to the stage to receive the award, little Tham Tinh Mien was sitting right in the audience. In my hand I still clutch the original sketch of that robot. On the big screen, the work is titled "Tinh Nha". In the author section, it is clearly stated: Pho Canh Chu. But the first sentence when the robot restarted was the voice my daughter recorded herself:

"Mom, this is my birthday gift for you."

The moment the whole hall rang with applause, Tinh Mien's small hand gently let go of my sleeve. Today she is wearing a light blue dress. There is also a small star-shaped clip in her hair. Before leaving the house, he stood for a long time in front of the mirror and then timidly asked me:

"Mom, if later the organizers let the children come up and introduce their works, can I raise my hand?"

I smiled and patted my child's head.

"Of course it's okay."

At that time, I did not expect that... Just half an hour later, on the same stage filled with slogans such as "Stimulating children's creativity" and "The future of AI education", my daughter would be pointed out and called a liar in front of hundreds of people. On stage, the MC smiled brightly and announced the first prize in this year's creative AI contest for parents and children.

"The first prize winning work is... Tinh Nha!"

"Author: Pho Canh Chu!"

The LED screen lights up. A small blue and white robot was pushed by the staff to the middle of the stage. Round head. Inside the transparent shell is a ring of warm yellow lights. There is also a distorted star stuck on the chest. That star was cut by Tinh Mien himself. She cut it three times. For the last time, he frowned his little eyebrows and seriously said to me:

"It's okay if it's not round, Mom."

"Because there are no stars in the sky that are exactly the same."

My eyes stopped at the text below the screen. Author: Pho Canh Chu. Not... Tham Tinh Mien. Parents sitting in front started clapping. Someone exclaimed in a low voice:

"This child is only nine years old?"

"The kids these days are really good."

"I heard he's the son of the Deputy General Manager."

"Such good genes."

"The children of Tinh Hoa Duoc have been exposed to AI since childhood."

On stage. Deputy Canh Chu wore a small white suit. A carefully practiced smile hangs on his face. Next to the boy is To Man. Marketing Director of Tinh Hoa Education Group. She is also the only woman that Pho Thua Nghien brought back to live in the apartment under his name after moving out of the house. Pho Canh Chu's family name is Pho. Pho Thua Nghien has never publicly explained the identity of this child. But he also never stopped people in the company from calling it:

"Son of Deputy General Director."

When the camera pans. To Man bent down to adjust the boy's collar bow. Extremely intimate and natural movements. Raising her head, she smiled gently. It looks like a mother who has accompanied her child throughout the growing process. As for Pho Thua Nghien... Sitting right in the middle of the row of VIP guests. To be more precise... The divorce proceedings between us have not yet been completed. Legally, he is still my husband. It's just that in real life, a long time ago, he silently removed the names of my mother and me from the most important position in his life. This time. He was leading the whole hall in applause. The rhythm of applause was steady. Polite. Just like the times Tinh Hoa Duoc held press conferences to call for capital, used to send signals to investors. Tinh Mien's hand slowly let go of my sleeve. The baby doesn't cry. Just quietly staring at the robot on stage. The small back is tense. And her lips trembled slightly. The MC gave the microphone to Pho Canh Chu.

"Canh Chu, can you introduce your work to everyone?"

The boy answered very fluently.

"Hi everybody."

"My work is called Tinh Nha."

"This is a smart robot that can accompany children in the learning process."

"It can remind you to do your homework."

"Review vocabulary."

"You can also tell stories when you feel sad."

There was another round of applause from below. Tinh Mien gently took a breath. I heard the child's very small voice:

"It said it wrong."

I bowed my head to look at my child. My eyes were red. But still try to pronounce each word clearly.

"It's not for telling stories to children."

"It's to tell mom."

"Mom often forgets to eat dinner."

"I set it up to remind mom to drink soup at eight o'clock at night."

On stage. The employee presses the performance button. The light on the robot's chest lights up. Just then, from the speakers came a familiar child's voice. Clarity. There was also some tension because it was the first time recording. That is Tinh Mien's voice.

"Mom, this is my birthday gift for you."

The whole hall suddenly fell silent for a moment. At that moment, my heart felt like someone was squeezing it. Tinh Mien finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up from the chair. The chair legs rubbed lightly on the carpet, the sound was very soft. But in my ears, it was like a dull knife slowly cutting through every nerve. The girl stared at the robot on stage, her voice trembling:

"Mom... that's my Tinh Nha."

I reached out to pull my child back. I don't avoid it. Just turned his head to look at me. In those eyes there was no stubbornness of a child whose favorite toy was taken away. It's the confusion of being simultaneously denied by the whole world. The girl repeated it again.

"It's really mine."

I took out my phone from my bag. Open video recording mode. Each frame appears clearly on the screen. The author's signature line on the LED screen. Shape of the robot. The recording starts. The face of Deputy Canh Chu. To Man's smile. And the applause of Pho Thua Nghien. I recorded everything little by little. Tinh Mien spent three months making "Tinh Nha". From the first sketch... The first time 3D printing the shell failed and had to be taken apart and redone. From the shaky handwriting when writing the words "Tinh Nha"... To recording and re-recording that birthday wish seven times. Late at night, she suddenly ran into the room and asked me:

"Mom, can the robot know if you are tired or not?"

Until the day he sneaked the final finished version into my office. Then mysteriously said that after today's exhibition there will be a big surprise for me. She always thought that today she just came to see someone else's work. I also think so. But my sincere heart... was blatantly brought onto the stage. Stick it on another child.