Chapter 13 — You demand justice, I'll show you what justice is

"Tran Hao, I never wanted to take revenge on you. After the divorce, I did nothing to target you. Stopping cooperation is before the divorce. Restoring cooperation is a business decision. Changing the person in charge is an operational decision. The post is not mine. Believe it or not... that's the truth."

A sigh rang out on the other end of the line. Then he added, very quietly:

“I have never been that kind of person.”

The call ended. I put down the phone. Outside the glass window is the city skyline. The sunlight reflects into a sharp cut line. A very clear boundary. This side is me. On the other side... is the past. Can't go back. But there's no need to go back. When the wave of public opinion began to cool down, another thing happened. That night, To Lac called.

"There's something going on. His mother is in the news."

"She accepted an interview with an emotional channel—using her real name. She said you relied on money to bully their family, said you used the split to force them to leave, and said you intentionally revealed your identity at the party to humiliate Tran Hao. The video has been posted, more than 100,000 views."

I opened the link. In the video, Vuong Que Chi sat in a temporarily rented room, crying in front of the camera.

"My son's salary is 60,000 yuan, we feed and house him. He only has 20,000 yuan and our whole family comes up, he can't even cook a meal, and even chases us away—"

"What if she has money? If she gets married, she's a member of the Tran family! If she has money, doesn't she need to serve her husband's parents?"

“My son listened to everything, eventually got divorced, lost his job—it destroyed my son's whole life!”

The comments section is divided into two streams. About 70% support me.

“Is it reasonable to bring seven people to live in a cottage?”

"What can we feed and live in? The house belongs to women."

But there are still about 30% being led.

"If you have money, do you split it in half? What is family?"

“This person is too cold, too calculating.”

I turn off the video.

“How to handle it?” To Lac asked.

"PR prepares a statement. Just state the facts, no emotions, no arguments."

“No counterattack?”

"What counterattack? Arguing online with my mother-in-law? It would have been more useful for me to sign another contract at that time."

"Okay. I'll prepare it and send it to you for approval."

The next morning, Tan Duyet Media posted a short statement. Three hundred words. List just three facts. First, the ownership of the house concerned belongs to Ms. Lam Vy - the founder of the company, which can be verified by documents. Second, the application of the cost-sharing system was proactively proposed by the south, with text message history as evidence. Third, divorce is a mutually agreed upon decision by both parties, with a confirmed divorce agreement. The last sentence of the statement reads very concisely:

"The company absolutely respects the privacy of its employees. For any act of distorting the truth or violating personal honor, we reserve the right to pursue legal responsibility."

Four hours after posting. The other video was removed. The channel owner posted an apology. Vuong Que Chi's call was blocked by my assistant.

"I left the message. If it happens again, the lawyer will work directly."

The other side... was silent. This time it's really quiet. Half a year later divorced. I sat in front of the panoramic glass door of Tan Duyet's new headquarters, signing a strategic investment contract. The old office is no longer enough. At the beginning of the year, the company moved into the central area, three floors of a class A building. The valuation exceeded 1.5 billion yuan. During the signing, the reporter asked:

“General Lam, is the youngest female leader in the city's media industry, next What is your next plan?

“Do good content, serve customers well. Other things… follow nature.”

The reporter continued:

“Can you share about your personal life? There is a lot of discussion online about your marriage—”

“Next question.”

The other person understood and changed the subject. After the signing, To Lac stood next to me and smiled:

“I know you really let go.”

“Look out?”

“In the past, being asked about personal matters was stressful. Now just two words 'continue'. Very cool.”

I laughed.

“It's not cool. There's nothing more to say.”

That afternoon, the head of the administrative department reported a small matter.

“Mr. Lam, someone down the hall sent a potted plant for you. No names.”

“A bamboo ornamental pot.”

I paused for a second. The balcony of the old house and the trees were almost destroyed by cigarette butts and footprints. There was only one bamboo pot left that I was able to save. But when I moved house, I accidentally knocked it over and lost it. People who know about this... are not many.

“Just leave it outside the door.”

After the administration left, I stood by the glass door, looking down at the stream of people below. Can't see anything clearly. Who sent it... doesn't matter anymore.