Chapter 10 — Bakery After the Rain

She carried her backpack and rushed into the door, her eyes red. "Miss Duong, I don't feel secure." I watched her tie her apron. "Didn't I tell you not to come?" She sniffed. "I'm also a member of the store." "You can't be the only one to be scolded." My heart softened, and just as I was about to speak, the phone vibrated. Lawyer Trinh sent a message. Partially looked up the source of the article. The earliest poster used a network near Giang Nghien's school. Right after that, another message popped up. Furthermore, someone sent her salon information to many complaint platforms. I raised my head and looked out the door. The rain started falling again. Across the street, a black car slowly stopped. The car window is lowered halfway. Giang Nghien sat in the back seat, looking at me from the rain. 11 Giang Nghien did not get out of the car. He just sat in the car, as if he was afraid his shoe soles would get wet in front of my shop. I stood behind the counter, across the glass from him. He picked up the phone. The next second, my phone rang. Displays the caller as his name. Tieu Vien immediately looked at me tensely. "Don't listen." I turned off the phone. Giang Nghien quickly sent a message. Go out and talk. I answer in two words. Don't say. He sent it again. Now I'm causing chaos like this, it's not beneficial to anyone. I looked at the screen and suddenly felt that this sentence was very familiar. Since the day we broke up, every time he wanted me to bow my head, he would say it was not beneficial. As if my interests could only be determined by him forever. I put down the phone and continued to wrap cream puffs for the guests. Today there are more people coming to buy things than usual. A special customer came in, bought two boxes of egg tarts, and stood at the door loudly saying: "I've been eating it for three years, I don't know if it's clean or not." There were also people who walked in without buying anything, just held up their phone and turned it around and pretended to pass by. I don't stop. The more lenses, the better it must be. At ten o'clock in the morning, Giang Nghien finally got off the bus. When he entered the shop, he carried the smell of rainwater. Tieu Vien immediately picked up the phone and turned on the video. Jiang Nghien looked at her. "Are you guys keeping my room like a thief's room now?" I was cutting strawberry stems. D.a.o's nose touched the cutting board, emitting a soft sound. "If you come to buy cake, I welcome it." "If you come to cause trouble, there is a police phone number outside the door." Giang Nghien's face was gloomy. "Wen Duong, you didn't post what happened online." I raised my head. "Am I asking?" He choked. A few seconds later, he lowered his voice. "I admit, my mother was agitated yesterday." "I also admit, I didn't handle the breakup well." "But you can't force me to die because of these things." Tieu Vien couldn't help but open her mouth. "Who forced you?" "There's a problem with your thesis, what does it have to do with Ms. Duong?" Giang Nghien looked at her coldly. "Is there something for you to say here?" I asked. The tip of the knife touched the cutting board, making a soft sound. "She is my employee." "In my shop, she is somewhat better than you." His eyes instantly became very unsightly. Before, when he was in my shop, he would laugh at Tieu Vien, say she was working hard, and ask me to raise her salary. But when he no longer needed to pretend to be gentle, the contempt in his bones immediately appeared. Jiang Nghien took a deep breath. "Wen Duong, I didn't come to argue." "The hospital told me to temporarily stop the protection and cooperate in checking the data." "Now I need time." "I temporarily suppress the online evidence." I almost laughed. "The person online who scolded me is from your side." "You told me to suppress it?" "Don't you have a lawyer?" He frowned. "Do you have to say such harsh things?" "You can publish a statement." Dad." "Say we just broke up normally, there was no economic dispute." Saying this, his voice softened. "You

Also post one." "Say that the money transfers were all voluntarily given by me, and have nothing to do with your studies." "That's also good for my shop." I looked at him, finally understanding why he bowed his head and walked in today. He wasn't afraid of cyber violence from me. He was afraid that the transfer history and the thesis investigation would be put together. He wanted me to personally clean up the past for him. I asked: "So how about 10,000 per month?" Giang Nghien's eyes flashed. "Do you have to plan it out so carefully?" "Being clear is the only way to know how to write the statement." He pursed his lips. "I will slowly pay you in the future." "Want to write a debt note?" His face darkened. "Wen Duong, don't be too much." "Look." I swept the strawberry stem on the chopping board into the trash bowl. "The word slowly return in my mouth is only worth up to the debt note." Giang's breath. Addiction is worse. He suddenly took a step forward. Tieu Vien immediately raised the phone. "I'm filming." He stopped, his eyes filled with anger. "You're very proud right now, aren't you?" "Seeing that I was suspended from defending my thesis, Tinh Tinh broke up with me, the internet also started looking for you." "Do you think you've won?" I used a wet towel to wipe my skin clean. "Giang Nghien, I didn't win."