Chapter 12 — Bakery After the Rain

“Later, harden your heart a little.” This sentence is like a hand, firmly supporting the place inside me that is about to collapse. I hung up. The shop was so quiet that only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard. Giang Nghien stood in place, as if someone had taken the last card away. I looked at him. "What else?" "Used to borrow money from relatives?" "Ever repaired refrigerators?" "Ever almost broke the rent?" "You can say all of those things." "It's not easy for me to open a store, I don't lose face." "Losing face means you consider other people's difficulties as weaknesses." Manh Tinh bowed his head, tears falling on the parchment bag. Tieu Vien said in a low voice: "Sister Duong, you are really good." I shook my head. "It's not good." "I can't be afraid anymore." Giang Nghien suddenly laughed. That laugh was very soft, but made people uncomfortable. "On Duong, do you think that's the end?" He took out his phone, opened a page, and brought it in front of me. "Look." I lowered my eyes. On the screen is a new article. The headline was even more sinister than last night's. This time it's not just my shop hanging. Also posted a photo of the gate of my parents' apartment complex. The description line says that the whole family of the female store owner sucked blood and combined to force the poor master to death. My ears rang. Giang Nghien took back the phone, without a trace of guilt in his eyes. "I told you." "Don't do anything to the extreme." At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door. The flower shop owner pushed the door in, her face pale. "Duong Duong, your parents are here." I suddenly raised my head. Across the street, my father helped my mother get out of the car. Behind them, several people holding cell phones surrounded them. 13When I rushed out of the store, my father covered my mother behind. Several people holding phones surrounded them, their words becoming more and more difficult to hear. "You two are the parents of the female boss, right?" "Your daughter is taking care of the male student, and you're causing him to not be able to graduate, do you know that?" Mom's face turned pale, but she didn't hide. Dad is usually quiet, but at this moment his eyebrows are pressed very low. When he saw me, his first question was not to ask about something online. "Duong Duong, don't run, the ground is slippery." My steps stopped, tears almost fell. Those lenses immediately turned towards me. Someone excitedly shouted: "The master is out." I stood in front of my parents, my voice was very steady. "It's okay to film me, but don't film my parents." The person wearing a black hoodie appeared again in the crowd. "What are you afraid of?" "If you dare to do it, don't you dare admit it?" I looked at him. "The matter of you splashing coffee just now, the police have a file." "If you continue to lead people to stop my parents now, it will be even more unsightly." His face stiffened, his mouth remained stiff. "I was just passing by." Dad suddenly opened his mouth. mouth. "Will people passing by stick a lens in an old person's face?" His voice was not high, but deep as stone. A bit quiet around. Mom came out from behind dad and held my hand. Her hand was a bit cold, but very strong. "Duong Duong, don't be afraid." "I'm here." My throat was tight. "Why did you and dad come?" Mom looked into the store. "Someone sent it to your dad's entire office group." "Your dad saw the photo, and the rice hasn't finished yet." Dad continued. "Your mom and dad didn't come to scold you." "We came to see who was bullying my daughter." This sentence fell, the bitterness I held back for so long finally released. up. But I can't cry. In front of the shop, there was Giang Nghien standing. He looked at my parents, a look of panic on his face, and quickly showed a frustrated look. "Uncle, aunt." "I don't want to make a big deal out of it like that." "It's Wen Duong who still refuses to talk properly." Mom turned to look at him. "What do you want to talk about?" Giang Nghien said in a low voice: "Wen Duong and I have been together for several years, she helped me, I admit." "But the money she voluntarily gave." "Now She was not willing to break up,

"I just want her to stop." Dad looked at him, not speaking for a long time. Giang Nghien was looked at a bit unnaturally. "Uncle, I know you probably misunderstood me." Dad suddenly asked: "This jacket of yours was bought by Duong Duong, right?" Giang Nghien was stunned. Dad asked again: "The shoes on your feet are also the money she gave you, right?" Giang Nghien's face gradually became unsightly. Dad said: "My daughter has a bad eye for people, bought you clothes, bought you shoes, and even sent you to school." "But our family taught her to be a human, not to teach her to provide a white-eyed wolf and then have to continue to kneel." Giang Nghien's lips pursed tightly. There were people talking in low voices around. Mom looked at the people holding up their phones. "If you want to hear the story, I can tell it." "After the age of eighteen, my daughter didn't ask for any money from the family." "She opened this shop, got up early in the morning to bake bread, closed it at night and had to do the accounting." "She saved money to replace equipment, saved money to buy clothes for herself, so that she can transfer ten thousand to this man every month." "Now that he broke up, he still asks for money, and still threatens him." her.” The edges of her eyes turned red, but her voice did not tremble.