Chapter 14 — You demand justice, I'll show you what justice is

But if it's that person— I just want to say one thing: Flowers don't need you to give them to me. I can grow a new one myself. Eighth month after divorce. Commercial voting results announced.

“Outstanding female leader of the year” — my name ranked third.

The award ceremony was held at the international hotel. I wore a black collared vest dress. Neat and decisive. When receiving the award, there was huge applause from the stage. I'll say it briefly:

"Thank you for the award. Two years ago, I thought the biggest challenge was competing in the market. Later I understood, there are challenges that come from the place you think is the safest. Having overcome those things... everything else is no longer significant."

There was laughter below. Those who understand, understand. During the buffet after the awards ceremony, a person approached. Not Tran Hao. It's Zhou Jianhua. He raised his glass and smiled in a polite manner.

“Congratulations, Mr. Lam.”

“Thank you, Mr. Chu.”

He hesitated a bit.

"There's something... I want to tell you. After quitting his job, Tran Hao opened his own small studio, making short video content."

"It's been difficult, but I heard that I have received a few small contracts and are gradually stabilizing."

"Um. That's good."

“He didn't contact you?”

“Then… nothing.” He paused, then continued, "Actually, today I want to apologize. Previously at Han Vu, there were some ways to deal with him... it was a bit urgent."

“You don't need to apologize to me.”

"Yes. But... it's not easy for him now. The whole industry knows about the old story, many people still bring it up. Standing up to do it again... takes a lot of courage."

I nodded, said nothing.

"Mr. Zhou, the matter between me and him is over. Whether he lives well or not is no longer my concern. But I also don't wish him to live poorly—that's true."

Zhou Jianhua looked at me for a moment.

“You are very… generous.”

“Not generous.”

I smiled.

“It's already been calculated.”

I close the story. On the way home, I sat in the back seat, thinking about what he said. Tran Hao opened his own studio. A small start. Can be slow. But at least... walk on your own. Outside the glass window, the city recedes slowly. The light continues like a stream. go forward. Rebuild yourself. Do not rely on Han Vu. Do not rely on Tan Duyet. Don't rely on any old relationships. Start from zero. If he understands that soon… Don't think anymore.

“If only” — are the two most useless words in the world.

A year later the divorce. The company's annual anniversary party. Five hundred employees filled the hall. I stood on stage, summarizing the year. The last slide appears. Revenue: 560,000,000 yuan. Profit margin: 29%. New customers: 82 brands. Personnel size: more than 1,000 people. Valuation: 1.8 billion yuan. The whole hall stood up and applauded. The light shines down. A thousand faces below — a thousand people walking with me. Two years ago, most of them didn't even know who I was. A year ago, they knew me... but associated with a noisy marriage story. And now— When talking about Lam Vy, people only say:

“General Lam of Tan Duyet.”

There are no longer any attachments. After the speech, To Lac gave me a glass of wine.

“Do you know what day it is today?”

“Company day.”

"It's been a year since you got divorced."

I looked at her.

“You remember it well.”

"I'm your best friend. If you forget, I'll remember."

“No need to remember anymore.”

“If you don't remember, that's okay. But there is something that needs to be said.”

“What?”

“His mother… is hospitalized.”

My hand stopped.

“Heart. I heard people work too hard in the countryside. Tran Hao withdrew all his savings to treat her. Studio is on hold.”

I put the glass down.

“Do you need me to do anything?”

"No need. Just letting you know.”

I was silent for a while.

“Do me a favor. In the name of the company's charity fund, support 50,000 yuan for 'families in difficulty due to illness'. No names, no publicity.”

To Lac blinked.

“Don't think too much. Each year the Fund has this category. Just one more serving.”

"Okay. I'm worried.”

She didn't ask further. 50,000 yuan is insignificant to me. But that amount... is not for Tran Hao. But for a sick mother. That's all. Five years later. Tan Duyet Media officially listed. The day the bell rang, the trading floor was full of people. Camera, microphone, lights. I stood in the middle of the stage. On the left is the management team. On the right are the first investors. The big screen displays the opening price: 27.8 yuan. First day value: 4.8 billion yuan. Applause and cheers rang out. I hold the hammer. From 20,000 yuan per month... to 4.8 billion market value. It's not a one night thing. It's every day. Every decision. Each mistake and correction. After the ceremony, reporters gathered around.

“General Lam, how are you feeling today?”

“Thank you team, thank you partners.”

“What about personal life? Everyone is still very interested—do you have a companion now?”