Chapter 7 — Whose Seat Belongs To

The melodious sound of the piano rang out, it was a new song that had never been published. "You used to be the light, illuminating the way I walked. Now it's you again, being my shield, blocking the wind and blocking the fog." Co Hoai's voice was warm and steady. I sat below, quietly listening to it sing for me, singing the song written just for me, all the sadness and frustration disappeared as if it had never existed. I know, from now on, I am no longer alone. I have the strongest shield in this world. The show ended, it was eleven o'clock at night. I refused the private car that director Tran arranged and walked alone on the tree-lined path outside the stadium. Co Hoai was still backstage handling work, I told him not to worry, I could go home on my own. Tonight, everything happened like a chaotic and strange dream. My phone vibrates continuously. On social networks, topics about #CoHoai's Older Sister, #TienKieuVan's Sister, #VuongThiCutKhoiGiangThanh's Group all exploded. My Weibo account, from having only a few hundred virtual fans, suddenly skyrocketed to millions of followers. The message box was filled with enthusiastic praise from fans, along with countless angry comments cursing the Vuong family. I see someone has dug up a whole bunch of Vuong Group's scandals: tax evasion, unpaid employee salaries, gutted construction projects... each and every story is horrifying. Someone revealed that Giang Lam is not the official wife of General Director Vuong, but the third child who climbed into the main house. The child named Tieu Vu is also illegitimate. The speed of spreading online is much faster than I thought. It can be predicted that the glorious days of the Vuong family will come to an end. I don't have any pity. Karma is retribution, what you sow is what you reap. While I was thinking, a black nanny car slowly stopped next to me. The window rolled down, and Co Hoai's handsome face, even though he had removed his makeup, was still radiant. "Sister, get in the car." I opened the door and sat in. In the car, the heater was on. Co Hoai gave me a cup of hot cocoa. "Are you tired?" - he asked. "I'm the one who's tired, singing for three hours." I took the cup, the warmth transmitted from my hand to my heart. "I'm not tired," He shook his head, his eyes revealed a guilty look, "Sister, what happened today..." "It's all over." I interrupted, "You handled it very well." "But you still made me feel uncomfortable." He bowed his head, looking like a child who had just made a mistake. "Co Hoai," I looked at him and said seriously: "You don't." "I feel warm and resentful. From the moment you stood on stage and spoke for me, I felt that all the previous suffering was worth it." "You've grown up and know how to protect me, I'm very happy." Co Hoai's eyes turned red again, he sniffed his nose and nodded vigorously. The car drove quietly on the way home. I looked at the night scene passing by outside the window and suddenly remembered something. "Ah, General Manager Vuong, is he really going to go bankrupt?" Co Hoai snorted coldly: "If you want to tease someone, you will tease me. Does he think you're just a singer? How naive." "Director Tran has contacted the tax department and management agencies, digging up all of his company's old debts. As for the media, my PR team will take care of the matter." His 'fame' will be on hot search for a week." "Not only is he bankrupt, but the rest of his life is likely to be in prison." Co Hoai's voice was very calm, but I could hear an uncompromising coldness in it. The boy who needed protection in the past is now a man who knows how to protect everything precious. I felt relieved, but still advised: "Do it cleanly, don't leave any trouble." "Don't worry," Co Hoai smiled brightly, "This world is more complicated than you think, and it also values strength more than you thought." "But you, now you have that strength." When I got home, I finished showering and got ready to go to bed. The phone received a text message from the director

Tran: "Miss Kieu, everything has been handled. Vuong Thi Group has been investigated, shares were temporarily suspended before the opening session. Their entire family has been banned from leaving the country. You can rest assured." Attached is a link. I opened it, and there was Giang Thanh's featured news: 【Famous businessman named Vuong suspected of many economic crimes, now arrested】 The photo in the article is the scene of General Director Vuong being handcuffed and being escorted to a car by the police. Her hair was disheveled, her face was gray as ash, and there was none of the arrogance like at the concert. From the corner of the photo, we can still vaguely see Giang Lam sitting limply on the ground, her hair disheveled, crying and screaming, while Tieu Vu is standing next to her, her eyes empty. The comments below were all gloating: "What a shame! This social pest deserves to go to jail!" "Thank you Co Hoai! Thank you fairy sister Kieu Van! Eliminate harm to the people!" "I heard that their son at school is also a bully, now no one is bullied anymore." I turned off the phone, my heart wavering. This is not the outcome I wanted, but it is the outcome they deserve. This world is sometimes very simple, whatever you sow, you will reap. The next morning, I was woken up by the doorbell. Opening the door, Co Hoai stood at the door with his hands full of breakfast. "Sister, I bought the fried dumplings that you like the most." As usual, he barged into the house and put breakfast on the table. The morning sunlight penetrated through the window, covering its body with a layer of soft yellow light. We sat next to each other at breakfast, as we have done countless mornings. He told me about his upcoming work plans, ideas for a new album, and even some jokes in the industry. I listened quietly, occasionally nodding in response.