Chapter 8 — 700,000 Yuan And An Annulment

“Do you really want to do it to this extent?”

“It's not like I did it to this extent.” I said, “but you guys have pushed things to this point.”

Vuong Tu Cam seemed to have finally realized that this time I wasn't angry, the bit of forced confidence in her eyes softened for a second. But very quickly she put on that shell again and said coldly.

"Okay, if you want to count, then count. It's just Thanh Hoa, you walked out of here today, don't regret it later."

I looked at her and suddenly remembered the phrase "write your name just for peace of mind" in the house sales room that day. Before, I always thought that adults like her were best at using reason to force others. Now I know, not only that. They are also best at turning other people's concessions into the belief that they will definitely win. Unfortunately, this time, she bet wrongly. Luong Khai also stood up, his voice low, finally revealing a bit of panic.

"Thanh Hoa, I admit I didn't do a good job in this matter, but you can't negate all of our past years just because I didn't handle it well once."

I stopped for a moment. Not because he persuaded me. It's because in that moment, I finally understood the deepest difference between us. In my eyes, this is not "not handled well". In his eyes, this was just “a mistake”. I turned my head, looked at him, and spoke very calmly.

“Luong Khai, what you guys left out is not my name.”

“It's who I am.”

Having finished speaking, I turned around and left. As I walked to the door, I heard him call my name behind me, his voice finally showing signs of losing control.

“Hua Thanh Hoa, do you have to do everything so heartlessly?”

I don't turn around. Just before pushing the door open, leave a sentence.

“The person who is in love is not me.”

“But you guys excluded me from that so-called family from the beginning.”

After that conversation, I spent a whole week, handling each task one by one. First is the hotel. I took half a day off, personally went to the banquet hall, canceled the pre-booked wedding schedule, the manager recognized me, saw me going alone and was a bit surprised, asking why Mr. Luong didn't come with me. I just laughed and said the plan had changed. She didn't ask any more. According to the contract to calculate the refund, she transferred 15,000 yuan to me on the spot. When the message showing the amount of money appeared, I looked at that number and was not at all relieved. This is not getting it back. It's just that in the end, I can't continue to lose any more. Next is the wedding service and photo shoot. When I said cancel, the other party was silent for two seconds, then carefully asked me if I had to break up. I said yes. She sighed and said it was a pity, because every time I discussed it in great detail, it could be seen that I truly wanted to make the ceremony perfect. I stood in the company staircase, holding the phone, suddenly unable to say anything. I used to be very serious. I have seriously thought about the wedding color scheme, the lighting in the house, whether the bedroom curtains should be light gray or warm beige, and even whether the shoe cabinet at the door should be closed or left empty. I have discussed it with Luong Khai. It's not that I don't want to live that life well. It's the "us" that I think of that has never really been accepted by them. On the weekend, Chu Ninh accompanied me to the wedding photo shop to choose photos. The staff also awkwardly asked if they needed to split the double photo into separate photos Are not. I looked at the photos on the screen, every smile was perfect, suddenly I felt extremely strange. In the end, I only chose a few solo portraits, leaving the rest behind. Chu Ninh stood next to him, saying nothing for a long time. Waiting for me to finish signing, she gently patted my shoulder.

“Are you sorry?”

I looked at the deleted photos and said "yeah" softly.

“It's not a waste of money.”

“But I feel sorry for the person who was too trusting before.”

She didn't say anything else, just gave me the car keys.

“Then consider teaching her a lesson.”

I smiled and did not refute.