Chapter 7 — After Divorce, I Am a Real Angel

I received the paper, my voice was hoarse: "I'm divorced."

“Hey, think about it now.” The driver sighed, "These days, divorce is not a big deal. You're still young, your future is long. The kind of man who doesn't know how to appreciate you, throwing you away is a blessing."

That's right, throwing it away is a blessing. I dried my tears and watched the street scene quickly recede outside the window. In such a big city, there must always be a corner for me to start over. Returning to the apartment, I washed my face and forced myself to cheer myself up. The most important thing right now is survival. I didn't take the card Pho Kinh Nghien gave me, because the To family was also broken, and the savings on my person were only enough to last a few months. I have to find a job quickly. Opening the computer, I started editing my CV. When I was in college, I studied Fine Arts, but because I married into the Pho family, Pho Kinh Nghien felt that being an artist was not very prestigious, so he made me reserve the time. For the past three years, in addition to learning how to be a qualified Deputy Lady, I've only secretly taken a few online illustration jobs, saved some money, and accumulated some works. I compiled my works into a portfolio and sent it to several design companies and publishers. Then go through your contacts, find the email of a lecturer in college who was quite close to you, and ask if there are any job opportunities. After finishing these things, it was already dark. I cooked a bowl of instant noodles and sat down to eat in the empty living room. The phone was very quiet, Pho Kinh Nghien didn't call back, and neither did the To family. The world seemed to suddenly forget me. Also good. I turned on the TV, randomly switching it to an entertainment show so there would be some noise in the room. The MC's exaggerated laughter echoed in the air, but I couldn't laugh. My lower abdomen still has a dull pain, reminding me of a small life that has come and gone. I put down my chopsticks and placed my hand gently on my stomach.

“I'm sorry.” I said softly, "Mom, you can't protect me."

The phone is ringing now. It's a strange number. I hesitated a bit then heard: "Hello?"

“Miss To Nghien?” On the other end of the line came a sweet and gentle female voice, carrying some hesitation, "I'm To Tuyet. I... is it convenient to talk now?"

I raised my eyebrows. Did the genius really find his way to the door?

“What's going on?”

"I... I heard what my mother said, you and Mr. Kinh Nghien are divorced." To Tuyet's voice sounded like she was about to cry, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If it weren't for you coming back, the two of us wouldn't have... Ms. To Nghien, don't blame Kinh Nghien, he just saw you pitiful so he took care of you a little more. There's really nothing between us..."

“Su Tuyet.” I interrupted her, "Do you know what your tone is like now?"

“Like what?”

“It's like the white lotus flower in the TV series, saying 'don't misunderstand', while crawling into the man's heart." I laughed, "Okay, stop acting. Whether you and Pho Kinh Nghien have anything or not, I don't care, I don't care. The divorce was my request, it has nothing to do with him, and it has nothing to do with you. You don't need to come to me to seek attention, if you have that time, it's better to come in front of Pho Kinh Nghien and cry a few times, maybe he will be heartbroken and immediately give you the position of Deputy Lady."

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. When she opened her mouth again, To Tuyet's voice was still gentle, but with a few more accents cold and hard to recognize: "Sister To Nghien, how can you say that? I sincerely want to apologize to you. After all, I have occupied your position for 20 years, you have suffered so much for me, I feel guilty..."

“Stop it, To Tuyet.” I was too lazy to argue with her, "If you're really guilty, tell the To family to return the money I spent, and tell Pho Kinh Nghien to compensate me for three years of wasted youth. As for the other things, forget it. I won't eat this card of yours."