Chapter 14 — Bakery After the Rain

I looked at Giang Nghien. "It's good that you've said it this far." "From now on, we'll only talk about evidence, not feelings." He stared at me. "What do you want?" "First, stop harassing me and my family." "Second, publicly clarify the fact that you received money, after breaking up you still asked for living expenses, your mother participated in cyber violence." "Third, we owe the money according to the legal process." Giang Nghien like heard a joke. "Owe money?" "Wen Duong, don't dream." "You can't get the money back once you've given it." I nodded. "That's why I said to follow the legal process." "Whether you can get it back or not, it's not up to me to say it's over." His expression was so gloomy that it was scary. "Then you just try." He turned around and wanted to leave. Dad suddenly said: "Young man." Giang Nghien stopped walking. Dad looked at his back. "The money your daughter gave you, even if we can't get it back, we will still consider it a lesson." "But if you ever touch him and his mother again." "This old skeleton of yours will follow you to the end." Giang Nghien did not turn back. When he pushed the door open, the wind chimes rang chaotically. His mother was nowhere to be found. There were only a few people outside the store watching. When they saw him coming out, they all raised their phones. This time, the lens was aimed at him. Giang Nghien raised his hands to cover his face and quickly left. The morning rain has stopped, the street is bright wet. I thought I could take a breath. But not long after, Manh Tinh's phone rang. She answered the phone, her face getting whiter and whiter. "Dad, what's wrong?" The voice on the other end of the line was very heavy, I could only hear a few broken words. School. Investigation team. Giang Nghien. Falsifying documents. Manh Tinh raised his head and looked at me, his eyes filled with fear. After hanging up the phone, she slowly said: "My father said, in the certificate of difficult circumstances that Giang Nghien submitted to the academy, there was a statement of sponsorship." "It was written that you were his cousin." "It also wrote that you voluntarily sponsored him long-term to complete his studies." My heart sank. "I have never written." Manh Tinh's voice became even lower. "On that statement there is your signature." 15 When I ran to the academy, the sky turned again. started to rain. My parents insisted on going with me. Mom held my hand along the way, dad sat in the passenger seat, his face was gloomy, he didn't say a word. Outside the car window, the sycamore trees were beaten by the rain until they were shiny. I watched the shadows of the trees recede, but my heart became more and more calm. Giang Nghien did not suddenly make a mistake. He gradually turned my bid into his own tool. Arriving at the academy's office building, Manh Tinh was waiting there. She was holding an umbrella, her face as white as paper. Next to her was a middle-aged man whose facial features somewhat resembled hers. Manh Tinh quietly introduced: "This is my father." The man nodded at me. "Miss On, sorry." "My daughter was caught up in this, our family didn't see clearly." I shook my head. "You don't need to apologize for her." He sighed. "The investigation team is already upstairs." "Jiang Nghien's instructor is also there." "You prepare yourself mentally first." Mom immediately asked: "Are they making things difficult for my daughter?" Manh Tinh's father said: "No." "But they need to verify the signature." "If that document was not signed by Ms. On herself, the problem would be very serious." I heard the two words serious, but on the contrary, I was a bit relieved. Serious is good. Light things are always easy to be brushed aside by people. When we went upstairs, there were many students in the hallway. Some people recognized Giang Nghien, some people recognized my shop's photo. The sound of gossip was suppressed very low, like rainwater seeping into a crack in the wall. "Is it her?" "I heard she provides four

year." "Isn't Giang Nghien always talking about relying on scholarships?" "Thesis data also happens, it's probably not that simple." I didn't turn around. The office door was open. Giang Nghien sat at one side of the long table, his face haggard. His instructor sat next to the chair, his face very gloomy. There were also two teachers in the academy and a staff member. On the table was a stack of documents. Giang Nghien saw me, his eyes flashed. His eyes cooled down. His eyes swept over my parents, then over Manh Tinh and her father, the corners of his mouth pursed tightly. The instructor spoke first. "Miss Wen Duong?" "It's me." The staff pushed a photocopy in front of me. "Is this sponsorship statement signed by you?" I bowed my head and looked at the paper that said, as Giang Nghien's cousin, I voluntarily sponsored him to complete his higher education. Studying, the related economic transactions all belong to the unconditional help between relatives. In the signature, the two words Wen Duong are written neatly. At a glance, they look very similar to the word I. But I have never written the last stroke of Duong so hard. "It's not me who signed." Giang Nghien immediately spoke up. "On Duong, think carefully before speaking." Mom slammed the table.