Chapter 7 — 700,000 Yuan And An Annulment

In the past, this hand held me across the street, helped me carry my laptop bag after overtime, and also gave me a glass of warm water when I was in pain and broke out in a cold sweat. But today I understand, those things did not prevent him, at the most important moment, from standing by his mother's side.

“Luong Khai.” I said, “If I hadn't seen that confirmation yesterday, would you have let me swipe 700,000 yuan straight away?”

He reflexively wanted to say something, then stopped. It is that silence that is clearer than any answer. I nodded.

“You see, that's enough.”

I pulled the list out of his hand and smoothed it out.

"The house hasn't been signed yet, my 700,000 yuan hasn't flowed to the Luong family yet, that's the only thing I still feel lucky about right now." I said, “but the wedding, the initial preparations, and even the parts I have taken for granted in this relationship over the years, cannot be considered unprecedented.”

Vuong Tu Cam's face was cold.

“So what do you want?”

“Very simple.” I said, "For the amounts on this list, the parts that can be refunded will be received by each party. The parts that cannot be refunded will be divided in half."

"Your son must return the required amount to me in three days. Also, don't use any means to contact my parents in the future, saying I'm crazy just because of a name."

I paused for a moment and then added.

"The 20,000 yuan I planned to buy electrical appliances that I haven't used is not included in this list."

She immediately raised her head.

“You still teach me how to be human.”

“Not teaching.” I looked at her "for notice."

Luong Khai's face darkened terribly.

“In the end, what do you want?”

“I said it very clearly.”

"I ask you, besides annulment and settlement, what else do you want to hear?" he looked at me, as if he was finally starting to lose control. "I'm sorry now, said my mother did wrong, said the house book could be fixed, do you still not accept it?"

I looked at him, just feeling ridiculous. At this stage, he still thinks I just need an apology, a compensation plan, a promise to add my name after marriage.

“I don't want to hear those things.” I said.

“So what do you want?”

“I want you to not decide for me from the beginning.”

He frowned, as if he didn't understand why this sentence was more important than any possible fix. I definitely speak frankly.

"Luong Khai, if yesterday's confirmation had my name and my mother's name on it, would you have signed it?"

He almost didn't need to think.

“No way.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he himself stopped. Vuong Tu Cam was also stunned. Steam from the thermos was still rising, but the whole room seemed to have become colder. I looked at him, nodded.

“Yes, impossible.” I said, "Because I know it's not fair, and I also know it means I'll be left out."

“But the same thing happened to you, and my mother and I felt like you should understand.”

He opened his mouth and took a long time to say a word.

“Different circumstances.”

“Where is it different?”

“My mother is my biological mother.”

When this sentence fell, the last piece of fabric covering the relationship in my heart also fell. It turns out that in his world, there are things that don't need to be talked about fairness, nor need to talk about right or wrong. As long as it involves his mother, I have to step back. I suddenly didn't want to fight anymore. Because the painting has come here, the more it continues, the dirtier it gets. Luong Khai's face was gloomy.

“Hua Thanh Hoa, I didn't leave one for myself What's the way out?"

Hearing this sentence, I suddenly wanted to ask him who was blocking all the escape routes. But when the words came to my mouth, I felt it was no longer necessary. There are some things that fighting for in the end only makes you lower. I collected the list, put my bag on my shoulder, and stood up.

"From today, other than to settle the matter, don't look for me anymore." I looked at Luong Khai, "so is your mother."

I stopped for a moment, put my bag on the table, and took out a small velvet box. That's the ring he gave me on our engagement day. That ring was not expensive, but at that time I had worn it very seriously for a long time, even when washing my hands and cooking, I was afraid of dropping it. Recently, when I went to try on wedding dresses, the staff complimented the simple design and said it was suitable for people with small hands like me. I pushed the box towards Luong Khai.

“This is also paid to you.”

He looked at the box, his fingers clearly stopped.