Chapter 2 — Women Don't Need To Be Chosen

The phone screen lit up again. This time it's sister-in-law Ly Phuong. The message appeared, each word carrying a pressure.

"To Niem, stop making trouble, go home quickly, mom is so angry that her blood pressure is high. What Tinh Than Capital, who would believe it?"

I turned my phone face down, not bothering to continue reading.

“Chu Can, three years ago I entrusted the company to you to manage, how much was Tinh Than Capital valued at that time?”

“12,000,000,000 yuan.”

“What about now?”

“47,000,000,000 yuan.”

I nodded slightly. 47,000,000,000 yuan. As for the moving money that Tien Ngoc Hoa gave me, it was 200,000 yuan.

“Tomorrow will be very busy.” I stood up, picked up my bag, my voice calm as if it had all just begun. “I'll go home and rest first.”

“General Su.” Chu Can called me back, his eyes a bit hesitant, "If Luc Canh Tham really comes tomorrow, will you see him?"

I stopped at the door, was silent for two seconds, then curled my lips slightly.

“See the mood.”

The next morning, it was only 8:30 a.m., I hadn't even entered the company's door yet, my phone was vibrating to the point of exploding, notifications kept popping up without me having time to see. Luc Canh Tham called seventeen times, Tien Ngoc Hoa called three times, and there were two strange numbers. The call back was the legal department of Luc Thi Group. I didn't listen to any calls, just left the phone silent in my hand. At exactly 9 o'clock, Chu Can sent a text message, which had been frozen, Luc Thi's financial director personally called to confirm, this party replied very clearly that Tinh Than Capital unilaterally started risk control, the entire project temporarily stopped disbursement. At 9:40, Luc Canh Tham appeared at the reception desk of Tinh Than Capital, the image from the camera appeared clearly on the screen in front of me. He was wearing a neat suit, his tie was neatly tied without a wrinkle, but his face was visibly pale and his eyes were heavy.

“Let him up.”

Two minutes later, he stood in front of my office door, looked at the nameplate "General Director's Office" and then looked inside again, his eyes looking like he couldn't believe it. He walked in, closed the door, his voice lowered to almost a whisper.

“To Niem, what is the meaning of this?”

“What is it?”

“Is Tinh Than Capital Company yours?”

He propped his hands on the edge of the desk, his knuckles white from using too much force, as if trying to stay calm.

“Three years, we've been married three years, and you've never said a single word.”

“I never asked either.”

He froze, his eyes blank as if he had just been hit straight in the heart. I leaned back in the chair, looking straight at him, my voice was not high but every word was clear.

"Luc Canh Tham, three years of marriage, have you ever asked me what I do for a living, have you ever asked me what I do during the day alone at home, your mother said I don't have a job, have you ever said a word for me?"

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to explain something.

“I never have.”

“To Niem, those are two different things, you froze the project, the East complex has to sign a construction contract next week, the capital chain of 200,000,000 yuan was cut off, the whole Luc Thi group will…”

“That's your problem.”

“We are not officially divorced yet.”

“Didn't your mother make me sign last night?”

His face became even more unsightly, his eyes filled with pressure.

"That agreement has not gone through legal procedures, you have not signed it yet."

“You can sign anytime you want.” I opened the drawer, took out a stack of documents, and placed them in front of me him, “but before that, I suggest you watch this first.”

He took it, turned a few pages, his hands began to tremble visibly, as if every word took his breath away.

“Your mother's company, all projects in the past three years, have 70% of the capital coming from Tinh Than Capital.” I paused for a moment, my eyes calm and cold, "It's also from me."

He raised his head to look at me, for the first time in three years, his eyes were completely unfamiliar. Not angry, not questioning. It's fear.

“To Niem… who are you?”

I stood up, walked in front of him, so close that I could clearly see the panic in his eyes.

“I am your wife… no, ex-wife.”

“My ex-wife, just has a little money.”

He took a step back, as if instinctively avoiding something too dangerous.

"You... don't freeze your capital anymore, I'll go home and tell my mother..."

“What do you say, tell her to withdraw the divorce petition?”

He was silent.

"It's late."

I walked around him and walked straight to the door, each step calm and decisive.

"Luc Canh Tham, broken things are broken. What your mother threw down last night was not just a piece of paper, but the last bit of patience I had for the Luc family."

He stood still, did not chase, just called out from behind.

“Can you…”

“Impossible.”

I didn't wait for him to finish, I directly closed the door, the sound rang out decisively like an end. In the hallway, Chu Can walked over, his voice carrying a bit of tension.

“Tien Ngoc Hoa is down there, saying he wants to see you.”

“No see.”

“She said she would wait.”

“Then let her wait.”

I stepped into the elevator, pressed basement, the red light number slowly jumped down. In the parking lot, the Porsche Cayenne I had just received yesterday sat quietly in its private parking space, its glossy paint reflecting the cold light. If Tien Ngoc Hoa knew the price of this car, she would probably scold me for not knowing how to live frugally. The phone rang again. This time it's a strange unsaved number. I answered the phone.

"To Niem? I'm Bach Nhuoc Tinh."

The voice was sickeningly sweet, carrying the confidence of someone who thought he was sure to win.

"I heard that you and Canh Tham were about to get a divorce. My aunt told me to call you and say there were some post-production matters I wanted to discuss with you."

“Who are you?”

"Bach Nhuoc Tinh, don't you know me? Auntie never told you..."

“I don't know, if it's nothing, I'll hang up.”

"Wait!" Her voice immediately became urgent, "To Niem, don't be like that, we are both adults, you signed the divorce papers then..."

“Are you in a hurry?”

The other side was silent for a second.

“I just think, if your marriage has reached this stage, it's better to save your face a little, you leave empty-handed, aunt will give you 200,000 yuan…”

“Bach Nhuoc Tinh.”

I interrupted her, my voice calm but enough to send chills down the listener's spine.

“Your cosmetics company with a turnover of 30,000,000 yuan, sent a cooperation proposal to Tinh Than Capital last week, wanting to take over our cosmetic channel.”

“You… how do you know…”

“Refused already.”

"In addition, I advise you to check your father's construction materials company, the contracts with Luc Thi, the capital source is also from me. If you still make me unhappy, I can freeze those contracts at the same time."

The other side was completely silent, there was no sound left.

“Is there anything else to discuss?”

“You… you are threatening I?"

“I'm just telling the truth.”

I hung up the phone, started the car and drove straight out of the underground parking lot, the bright morning sunlight shining through the windshield brightened my mood. Three years of patience, three years of swallowing every lump, from today, one by one, I will account for it all. Everyone around voluntarily took a few steps back, the space immediately opened up like an invisible circle.

“General Luc.”

He gritted his teeth, his eyes heavy.

“What do you want in the end?”

“I'm attending the luncheon, what advice does Mr. Luc have?”

“The matter of freezing capital, maybe…”

“This is a business case. If Mr. Luc wants to discuss, please let your department in charge contact our legal department.”

He was silenced by me and couldn't say a word for a while. At this time, Bach Khai Minh stepped forward, trying to force a smile on his face, but it looked forced no matter what.

"To... President To, I didn't expect you to be S from Tinh Than Capital. I was really mistaken before."

“Mr. Bach is exaggerating.”

“Previously, my daughter sent a cooperation proposal…”

“Refused.”

The smile on his face immediately cracked.