Chapter 11 — After My Husband Slagged Me To Please My Mother, I Cleaned The Whole House

Panic. Not pretending to be pitiful. Don't get angry to show off your power. Real panic. It's the feeling of someone who finally realizes... I'm about to lose everything.

"Jianjun!"

She screamed.

"What should I say?"

Tran Kien Quan was still standing there. Head bowed low. Both hands hang down at the side. Those same hands... Yesterday slapped me twice. Yet today... Even the divorce agreement. He also didn't dare touch it. He finally spoke. The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"What she said..."

"It's all true."

"The house is hers."

"The car is hers."

"The company is also hers."

"And you..."

"I don't have anything."

Luu Que Phuong looked like someone had just slapped him.

"What...what?"

"Married for three years..."

"Can't you earn a dime?"

Tran Kien Quan bowed his head.

"You say go to work every day!"

"Go to the company!"

"What do you do at his company anyway?"

Still not speaking. Luu Que Phuong's face continuously changed. From white... Then from red... Turned pale. She rushed forward. Hold your son's arm tightly.

"Refuse!"

"What else do I expect from you?"

Tran Kien Quan forcefully pushed her hand away.

"Mom, can you stop?"

"If mom hadn't forced me to beat her yesterday..."

"So things aren't that bad..."

Luu Que Phuong immediately snapped.

"If I tell you to fight, will you fight?"

"Are you a dog?!"

Those words... Came out from her own mouth. From the mouth that once said...

"A woman who doesn't hit doesn't know how to obey."

Twenty hours ago... It was she who incited her son to beat me. Yet now... I can say the following sentence:

"If I tell you to fight, will you fight?"

"Are you a dog?!"

I stand on one side. Silently watching mother and child tear each other apart. Right at that moment. The moving employee walked out of the office.

"Miss To, these boxes are the last shipment."

I replied softly. Then pulled the suitcase and walked towards the door. Behind... The sound of arguing continued.

"It's all because of you!"

"You haven't been able to do anything since you were little!"

"Do you still dare to tell me?"

"Since the day mom moved in..."

"This house has not had a single day of peace!"

"I do everything just to be good for you!"

"My whole life is for you!"

"Mom forced her to leave..."

"What should I do now?"

"I lost my job, did you know?!"

I pulled the suitcase. Step out of the house. Outside in the hallway. Strangely quiet. Only the sound of arguing in the living room echoed through the door. Liu Que Phuong is crying. Tran Kien Quan is screaming. Something was thrown hard on the floor. Right at that moment. The elevator arrives. I walked in. Press the button to go to the basement. When the elevator door closes. All sounds behind... Were blocked. Like a sharp surgical blade... Cutting away the mass of flesh that had rotted for the past three years. Three days later. I did not proactively contact Tran Kien Quan or Luu Que Phuong. The message still comes automatically. First day. Tran Tieu Yen called me. I didn't pick up the phone. Soon after, she sent a WeChat message.

"Sister-in-law, Mom hasn't been feeling well these past few days, her blood pressure has increased again. Anyway, come visit her..."

I only answer in four words.

"Take her to the hospital."

Then no more messages. On to the second day. A strange phone number called. I answered the phone. It's Tran Dai Hai. Tran Kien Quan's uncle.

"To Man, let me talk Please tell me a few words."

"My husband and I argued..."

"Uncle Tran."

I interrupted him.

"First."

"That's not an argument."

"It was he who hit me."

"The police have made a report."

"Last year you borrowed 15,000 yuan from me."

"Still not paid yet."

On the other end of the line... Immediately there was silence.

"When will you pay?"

"We'll talk more."

I hung up. There are no longer any relatives from the Tran family who call me anymore. By the evening of the third day. Tran Kien Quan sent me a very long message. I read it all. Don't miss a word.

"To Man, I've been thinking a lot these past few days."

"You're right."