Chapter 11 — Bakery After the Rain

“I just finally stopped losing at your hands.” The expression on his face stiffened. At this moment, the shop door was pushed open again. Manh Tinh comes in. She dressed very simply, her hair was tied behind her head, and there were very light blue circles under her eyes. Giang Nghien saw her, his voice immediately changed. "Tinh Tinh." Manh Tinh ignored him, directly placed a parchment bag on the counter. "This is the chat history I have arranged." "There is also a message from yesterday asking me to delete the call recording." Giang Nghien's face suddenly changed. "What do you mean?" Manh Tinh looked at him. "It means you will not continue to help me cover up your lies." He took a few steps forward, wanted to hold her wrist. I reached out to block the middle. "Don't touch her." Giang Nghien stared at me, with a hint of venom in his eyes. "On Duong, do you really think you're so clean?" "In the money you gave me, there was an amount that wasn't yours, right." My heart suddenly sank. He continued speaking, his voice so low that only the area near the counter could hear it. "Fifty thousand three years ago, where did you get it from?" Tieu Vien looked at me blankly. Manh Tinh was also stunned. The corner of Jiang Nghien's mouth finally curled into a cold smile. "If you dare to post the books out, I will let everyone know." "My shop, for a long time, has owed an unspeakable amount of money." 12 Fifty-three years ago was the reserve money my mother was given back when she was in the hospital. That year, my father had a minor surgery. His family was afraid of not having enough money, so some relatives temporarily contributed a sum. After that, the health insurance is settled and you don't need to use that much. My mother transferred 50,000 of them to me, saying it was difficult for the shop to raise capital, so she should first hold it for a bit. I don't want to use it for the shop. Because that month Giang Nghien said, the instructor took him out to participate in the project. If he didn't have a slightly better computer, he would be looked down upon by his teammates. I gave that fifty thousand to him. Notes are written very simply. Urgent need. I only told Giang Nghien about this once. He said he would definitely remember it for the rest of his life. Now he really misses it. Just remember to become a da.a.o. I looked at him. "Is there anything unclear about that amount of money?" Giang Nghien lowered his voice. "Do you dare let your family know?" "What will they think if they know that you gave me emergency money?" I didn't speak right away. He understood very well what I was afraid of. I'm not afraid of outsiders scolding me. I'm afraid my parents will know how much I've endured these four years. Afraid they'll be heartbroken, afraid they'll blame themselves, afraid they'll feel like their daughter is living like that because of a man. Giang Nghien saw my silence, a trace of victory appeared in his eyes. "Wen Duong, let's not continue to hurt each other." "I withdraw the report." "I told my mother not to come to the store anymore." "The things on the internet, I will find a way to take it down." "As for the money, I will pay you later if I have the ability." I asked softly: "What if I don't have the ability?" He frowned. "Why do you have to say it to the end?" "Because every sentence I say doesn't fall into reality." Manh Tinh suddenly spoke up. "Giang Nghien, what you just said about that money was to intimidate her?" Giang Nghien immediately denied. "I'm just reminding her, don't drag the whole family in." Manh Tinh laughed. "You're really good at changing words." Tieu Vien was angry. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Miss Duong, how could he be like that?" I didn't answer. I picked up the phone and called my mother. Giang Nghien's face changed. "What are you doing?" The phone rang a few times and then someone answered. My mother's voice came from the other end of the line, accompanied by the noise of the morning market. "Duong Duong, why are you calling me so early in the morning?" I held the phone, my fingertips were a bit cold. "Mom, I'll tell you something." Giang Nghien rushed forward and wanted to turn off the phone. Tieu Vien and Manh

Love is at the same time blocking him. I took a step back and continued speaking. "Five thousand three years ago, my mother gave it to me, I didn't use it in the store." "I gave it to Giang Nghien." The other end of the line was quiet. I can hear my mother breathing. Those few seconds were very long. It was so long that I thought I had turned into the person that year who didn't dare to worry my family. Finally my mother opened her mouth. "He's using this to threaten you now, right?" My nose stung. "Yes." Her voice suddenly stiffened. "Turn on speakerphone." I did. Everyone in the shop heard her. "Giang Nghien." "I don't know if you're there." "If you're there, listen clearly." "That fifty thousand I'll give to my daughter." "Whatever she wants to use is up to her." "But you're a man, after taking the money you don't know how to appreciate it, and then turn around and threaten it." "Even if you read more books, you're not considered human." Giang Nghien's face is every inch the same. every inch was white. My mother continued to speak. "Duong Duong, don't be afraid." "If your family knows, they won't blame you." "We only blame ourselves for not seeing it clearly." My eyes heated up, but I tried not to let the tears fall. "Mom, I'm sorry." "I'm not sorry to my family." "I'm just soft-hearted."