Chapter 13 — Bakery After the Rain

“You guys scold him for taking care of him.” “I accept.” “He's stupid, he's soft-hearted.” “But the person who is supported by him shouldn't eat his hardships and at the same time criticize him for being low.” In the crowd, someone finally put down their phone. There were also people who said in a low voice: "This is not like what the article said." Giang Nghien suddenly opened his mouth. "Miss, you only heard one side of Wen Duong." Mom looked at him coldly. "I heard what you said." "Did you take his money?" Giang Nghien was silent. Mother asked: "Is it ten thousand per month?" His face turned pale. "Yes." "After we broke up, did you ask him why the money wasn't in his account?" Giang Nghien gritted his teeth. "You were really in a hurry at that time." Mom nodded. "That's enough." "Leave the rest to the police and lawyers." After saying that, she turned to me: "Duong Duong, open the door." I was a little stunned. Mom raised her hand to wipe some of the remaining coffee stains on the glass door. "You're a business person." "The store is open, I can't close it." Dad looked at the people blocking the way next to him. "If anyone is still blocking the door, I'll call the police." Those livestreamers clearly no longer had the same spirit as before. I opened the door and took my parents into the store. But Giang Nghien also followed. He lowered his voice and said: "Wen Duong, do you really want to go to this step?" I looked at him. "You were the one who pulled my parents in." "Now you ask me why I didn't back down?" Jiang Nghien's eyes were gloomy. "I thought that once my parents arrived, they could change the direction of the wind online?" Just as I was about to speak, lawyer Trinh's phone rang. I answered the phone and turned on speakerphone. He on the other end of the line spoke very quickly. "Miss On, we have found the original file of the secretly filmed video." "There is a transfer history between the posting account and the second spreading account." "One of the recipients of the money has identity information related to Giang Nghien's mother." The shop was immediately quiet. 14 Giang Nghien's first reaction was to look at his mother. But his mother was no longer in the shop. Just now she was pushed to the side of the road by the crowd. As soon as she heard the lawyer's phone call, she turned around and wanted to leave. The flower shop owner had sharp eyes and immediately called her over. "Miss, don't rush to leave." "Didn't you speak very well just now?" Jiang Nghien's mother's face was bloodless, but her mouth was still stiff. "I don't understand what you're talking about." "What account, what transfer, don't put a pot of poop on my head." Lawyer Trinh said on the phone: "Miss On, don't argue right at the scene." "I've asked for evidence preservation." "Ms. Go back to the situation at the scene, wait for the police to handle it." I replied once. After hanging up the phone, I looked at Giang Nghien. "Do you have anything else to say?" Almost Giang Nghien moved. "What's going on online, you don't understand." My mother sneered. "You don't understand, your mother knows?" "Your mother and I are clear about the assignment." Giang Nghien's face was very unsightly. "Auntie, there must be evidence when talking." Dad stood next to the refrigerator and suddenly asked me: "Duong Duong, where are your books?" I was stunned. "In the drawer." Dad said: "Take it out." Giang Nghien immediately tensed up. "Uncle, what are you going to do?" Dad didn't look at him. "I want to see how much resentment my daughter has suffered in the past few years." My finger stopped on the drawer handle. That notebook was like a rock that had been pressed down for four years. Before, I didn't dare let my parents watch it because I was afraid they would feel hurt. Now I take it out and put it on the counter. Mom opened the first page. She watched very slowly. February fifteenth, ten thousand. March fifteenth, ten thousand. April seventeenth, computer, fifty thousand. June 2nd, rental deposit, one thousand six thousand. September tenth, suit, four thousand eight. She turned each page, tears falling drop by drop to the edge of the paper. Dad stood next to me, his eyes were also red, but he didn't speak. I said softly: “Mom, don't

see more.” Mom shook her head. "I have to see." "I have to know why my daughter has always talked tirelessly these past few years." "I have to know why she doesn't buy new clothes every year during Tet." "I have to know why business is clearly getting better, but she still says money can't keep up." Every sentence she said made my heart ache. Giang Nghien's face became more and more ugly. Maybe he didn't like this sight. Because here, he is no longer that hard-working, progressive student. He is just the name behind each expense in the ledger. Tieu Vien stood to the side and couldn't help but shed tears. Manh Tinh also looked silently, his fingers clenched very tightly. Mother closed the book, raised her head to look at Giang Nghien. "Do you accept these money?" Giang Nghien was silent for a long time. "I don't deny it." "But at that time Wen Duong volunteered." Dad finally spoke up. "Voluntarily helping you, doesn't mean being willing to let you bully." "Voluntarily loving you, doesn't mean being willing to let you step on it and climb up." Giang Nghien's eyes turned cold. "Now you all stand at the top." "But if Wen Duong didn't volunteer at first, what would I do?" Mother was so angry that her hands shook. I grabbed her hand. “Mom, don't argue with him.”