Chapter 8 — After Divorce, I Am a Real Angel

"Older sister!" In the end, she couldn't act anymore, her voice was high-pitched, "To Nghien, don't invite me to drink and then want to drink as punishment! Do you think Mr. Kinh Nghien really likes you? He married you just to deal with his family, in his heart there is only me! Now that you take the initiative to divorce, it seems reasonable, otherwise..."

“What if not?” I leaned back on the sofa, my tone relaxed, "Otherwise, you continue to pretend to be pitiful, making Pho Kinh Nghien hate me even more? Su Tuyet, this trick of yours can only fool blind people like Pho Kinh Nghien. I tell you, I don't want this position of Mrs. Pho anymore, so I threw it to you. You picked up something I threw away, and still consider it a treasure, don't you think it's funny?"

"To Nghien! What are you proud of? You are now just a dog that has lost its home, the To family doesn't want you, the Pho family doesn't want you either, you..."

“At least I'm free.” I smiled faintly and hung up, conveniently blocking this number.

The world is finally completely quiet. I finished eating my bowl of noodles, washed the dishes, and sat absent-mindedly by the window. As the night gets later, the city lights up brightly. In the distance, the Pho Thi Group's building was still lit, like a cold lighthouse. What is Pho Kinh Nghien doing right now? Are you comforting the crying To Tuyet, or are you upset about the divorce? But, it has nothing to do with me anymore. From now on, he is him, I am me. Between us, in the end, no one owes anyone anything. The third day after the divorce, I received my first interview notice. It's an emerging design company, looking for illustrators. I brought my portfolio and my interviewer was a woman in her 30s, with short hair and resourceful. After seeing my work, her eyes lit up.

"To Nghien? These works were all made by you?"

“Yes.” I nodded, "Mostly part-time projects, there are also some pictures where I practice my hand."

“Very good.” She folded her portfolio and looked at me, "But I need to work full-time, the work intensity is quite high, I often have to work overtime, can you accept that?"

“Okay.”

"About salary, probation 8,000 yuan, official transfer 12,000 yuan, insurance and housing fund, bonus at the end of the year. How do you feel?"

I almost didn't hesitate: "Okay, when can I go to work?" She laughed: "Is it so urgent? Go tomorrow, bring the relevant documents, come get the job at nine o'clock."

“Thank you.”

Out of the company building, I breathed a sigh of relief. I found a job, although the salary is not high, but at least I can support myself. Moreover, being able to do the job I like is better than being a canary in the Pho family. The phone vibrates, it's a text message saying money has been credited to the account. Pho Kinh Nghien transferred me a sum of money, around five million yuan (about 17 billion VND). The note line has only three words: Support fee. I stared at that series of numbers and burst out laughing. The vice president is so generous, even after a divorce, he still doesn't forget to punch other people in the face with money. Unfortunately, I don't need it anymore. I opened the bank app, returned the five million yuan to my old account, then sent Pho Kinh Nghien a text message: "The money has been refunded, Deputy General keeps it and spends it. In addition, I will cancel this card, no need to contact me in the future." After sending the message, I went straight to the bank and canceled the supplementary card that Deputy Kinh Nghien once gave it. When I walked out of the bank, it was drizzling with rain. I didn't bring an umbrella and ran slowly to the bus stop, still getting my shoulders wet. While waiting for the bus, the phone rang. This time it was a local landline. I hesitated a bit and then heard: "Hello?"

“Excuse me, is this Ms. To Nghien?” On the other end of the line was a middle-aged man's voice, very polite.

"It's me, may I ask who?"