Chapter 10 — 600,000 Yuan And A Broken Marriage

“I am… mother… Liu Jinhua…”

Her voice trembled, she breathed rapidly, speaking each word with difficulty. My face immediately turned cold. Where did she get my number? Still dare to call?

“What's the matter?” My voice was emotionless.

"Kieu Can... I know it's wrong... it was all my fault before..." She cried intermittently, not speaking clearly. “Hao Hao doesn't take care of me anymore… that nursing home is not a place for people to live… they bully me… I don't eat enough…”

“Oh.” I replied blandly. “So what?”

“Can you… pick me up?”

Her voice seemed to cling to the last straw.

“You have so much money… raise me… I will be a buffalo and a horse for you… I am sorry… I beg you…”

I almost burst out laughing. Turning a buffalo into a horse? Until now— I still don't understand who I am.

“Mrs. Liu,” I said, my voice cold as if talking to a stranger,

"First, your son and I divorced a long time ago. I am not your daughter-in-law."

“Second, whether you have food or not, whether you are bullied or not—it has nothing to do with me.”

I stopped for a beat. Then say each word clearly:

“You fell into this fate today… because of your own doing.”

“It's just karma.”

“What reason do I have to help you?”

“Are you worthy?”

The other end of the line was silent. There was only the sound of heavy breathing, like a torn old bellows. A long time later— a mournful, distorted scream, mixed with broken curses, rang out. I don't listen anymore. In my heart— there is not the slightest bit of softness. Just found it funny. And relieved. Heaven sow misfortune - it can still be forgiven. Causing disaster on your own—no one can save you. All her life - she just lived in the abyss she dug for herself... to the end. Clear autumn weather, a gentle weekend. I took Mien Mien for a walk in the park. Mien Mien is the Ragdoll cat I raise—soft fur like clouds, eyes always innocent and innocent. Warm sunlight fell on the grass, children ran and laughed, and old people leisurely practiced tai chi. The air… carried the smell of freedom and peace. Tieu Hieu and Du Du brought their children to picnic with me. The carpet was spread out on the grass, filled with fruit, cakes, drinks—simple yet fulfilling joys.

"Foster mom! Hugs, hugs!"

Tieu Hieu's three-year-old daughter Niu Niu staggered and ran straight into my arms. I laughed, picked him up, and gently kissed his cheeks as soft as dumplings. Du Du opened the bottle of juice while not forgetting "coffee":

"That bitch still dares to call you? Her face is thicker than a city wall! Next time you call me, I'll curse you to wake you up!"

I smiled slightly:

"I blocked it. It's not worth wasting emotions."

"Standard!" Tieu Hieu nodded. "You're so fine now. You have money, you have beauty, you have a career, and you have us. What do you need a man for? To bring anger on yourself?"

They all laughed together. Right now… it's really good. I am no longer the naive girl who put all my trust in the word "marriage". I once fell to the bottom of betrayal and lies. But it was me— crawling up on my own. The road ahead is still very long. Maybe there will be new people. It's also possible— I still walk alone. But no matter what— I will never let myself fall into the same old mud again. I will live well. Work really hard. And cherish those who love me—as well as those I love. The sunlight was a bit bright, I squinted my eyes slightly, looking up at the blue sky as if it had been washed. In my heart, I feel light. Mien Mien "meowed" and rubbed her head against my hand. I bent down and gently scratched its chin. The autumn wind blows, carrying the faint scent of cinnamon flowers. all fit.