Chapter 11 — You demand justice, I'll show you what justice is

I entered the office and closed the door. There was a bouquet of flowers on the table—To Lac sent it. The card reads:

"Congratulations. In some ways, this is the most profitable investment of your life—cutting your losses at the right time."

I laughed. What an expensive lesson. But finally finished studying. One month after the divorce. My life is back on track. The company's revenue continued to increase, signing three more large customers. The house was thoroughly cleaned, the walls were repainted, and the crayon marks completely disappeared. The house became quiet again—I was alone. The strawberries in the refrigerator were bought by me, no need to explain to anyone. The kitchen knives are replaced with new ones, no one takes them to chop bones anymore. Every day after work, I open the door and walk in. The floor is clean, the living room is tidy, only my one pair of slippers. No greasy smell. No noise. There are no children jumping around on the sofa. The quiet... just enough. Tran Hao's story is sometimes heard from within the industry. His suspension was lifted. After Tan Duyet restored cooperation, his position was temporarily retained. But the situation in the company... became very sensitive. Everyone knows—his ex-wife is the owner of Tan Duyet. The achievements that helped him get promoted... were secretly supported by his ex-wife. Now that cooperation is back, everyone secretly looks at him with the same eyes. Do you have the strength? That "rear"... is it still there? Zhou Jianhua in meetings no longer called him to speak. The year-end promotion list also did not include his name. It is said that he has started sending CVs. To Lac told me everything. After listening, I only said one word:

“You don't care?”

“Why should we care?”

“That's right.” To Lac thought for a moment. “So are you… planning on starting a new relationship?”

"Okay. Then let me block it for you. The guys in the merchant guild asked me to be a matchmaker."

“Refused everything.”

Life goes on like that. Until one evening two months later. I worked overtime until ten o'clock and drove home. In the parking lot, next to my seat, there was a car. A silver Honda Accord. Tran Hao's car. He leaned against the hood, holding an envelope in his hand.

“I've been waiting for you for a long time.”

"What is up?"

He held out the envelope.

“Open it and see.”

Inside is a check. Amount: 480,000 yuan. I looked at him.

“What is this?”

"For two years of cooperating with Han Vu, my commissions and bonuses totaled this amount. That amount of money... was originally due to you. I'll return it."

“I don't lack this money.”

"I know. But I don't want to owe you."

"You don't owe me. The contract is legal—"

“I didn't say contract.”

He stood up straight, looking at me directly for the first time.

"I owe you three years of respect, three years of care, three years of care. Those 480,000 yuan can't be bought back. But at least... the money can be paid, I'll pay it in advance."

I held the check and stood still for a moment.

“Keep it.”

“You don't accept?”

"You keep it. Later, enter a new relationship... use that money to treat people a little better."

The corners of his lips moved slightly. Like I want to laugh... but I can't laugh.

“I'm leaving.”

He opened the car door and sat in. The sound of the engine rang out. The silver Accord backed out of the parking spot, gradually disappearing in the exit lights. I stood there, still holding the envelope in my hand. Finally, I put the check back inside. Pocket. Everything remains the same. Just that night, while reading, I paused a bit. Not out of regret. Just suddenly thought— If he had become the person he was tonight... Maybe the outcome would have been different. But in this life... there is no "if". I turned to the next page. Three months later the divorce. Company year-end party. Tan Duyet Media rented an entire five-star hotel banquet hall. More than six hundred people — employees and partners — the atmosphere was so bustling that the lights seemed even brighter. I walked up to the stage and made a year-end report. Full year revenue: 410,000,000 yuan, 28% growth. Signed 47 new brands. Staff expanded to 780 people. Loud applause. After the speech, during a free exchange, a familiar face appeared at the door. Vuong Que Chi. Old coat, loose hair, tense face. Next to him is Tran Lam, leading Lac Lac. Security stopped it.

“Please present your invitation letter.”

“I'm looking for Lam Vy!” Her voice was so shrill that the entire hall turned their heads.

I was talking to an investor and immediately turned around when I heard it. I nodded slightly to the guard.

“Let them in.”