Chapter 15 — Bakery After the Rain

“Do you still dare to threaten him?” The staff frowned. “Please maintain order.” Giang Nghien looked towards the teachers, his voice carrying fatigue. “Teachers, I and Wen Duong used to have an intimate relationship.” “Now because of the breakup, she has agitated her emotions, denying the documents she signed in the past, I can understand.” “But this explanation is when she gave it to me.” I looked at him. “When?” He paused. "Two years ago." "Specific date?" "It's been so long, I don't remember clearly." I took out my phone. "So two years ago, did you ever tell me that you needed this sponsorship note?" Jiang Nghien's eyes flashed. "A lot of things we talk about in person." I nodded. "What a coincidence." "When you need money, you never forget to text." "When you need a signature, you just say it directly." In the office, it's quiet. silent for a while. I placed a photocopy of my identity card, the shop's business license, and my usual signature sample on the table. "I can coordinate handwriting assessment." "I can also provide the chat and transfer history for the past four years." Jiang Nghien's fingers tightened under the table. The instructor's eyes looked at him even deeper. "Giang Nghien, before you said the sponsor was a relative." "Why is Ms. On now denying the relationship?" Giang Nghien's throat was dry. "Our two families used to be very close." Dad spoke coldly. "Today is the first time I entered your academy." "It's also the first time I learned that my family has another grandson." Manh Tinh's father did not intervene, just pushed a little. other documents for the staff. "This is the chat history provided by my daughter." "Giang Nghien once clearly said that Wen Duong was his ex-girlfriend." "And hid his financial resources from my daughter." Giang Nghien suddenly looked at Manh Tinh. "You must do that?" Manh Tinh's eyes turned red. "It's not what you want to do." "You treat everyone as a stepping stone." The instructor suddenly put down the paper in his hand. "That's enough." He looked at Giang Nghien. "The data is unusual, I still haven't explained it clearly." "Now there's the issue of suspected fake funding documents." "It's best to tell the truth from beginning to end." A small drop of sweat appeared on Jiang Nghien's forehead. He bowed his head and didn't speak for a long time. I thought he would eventually accept. But he suddenly raised his head and looked straight at me. "Teacher, I have evidence to prove that Wen Duong has known about this document for a long time." He took out his phone and opened a recording. Inside, there was first a cacophony of noise. Then there's my voice. Very softly, very tired. "If you need me to cooperate, just cooperate like that." My face changed. That statement impressed me. It was late one night two years ago, Giang Nghien said the project opportunity was very important, and the instructor needed him to quickly add a document. He did not say what documents. At that time, I had just finished making a failed batch of mousse, was so tired that my wrists ached, and only answered that question. Jiang Nghien looked at me, his eyes finally revealing a bit of pride. "Wen Duong." "Now you still want to say you know absolutely nothing?" 16 After the recording finished, the office was quiet for a few seconds. Jiang Nghien put the phone on the table, as if he had finally played the card that could turn the situation around. He looked at me, his voice very low. "On Duong, at that time you clearly agreed to cooperate." "If you deny it now, isn't that because we broke up?" Mom was so angry that her face turned pale. Dad held her hand, not letting her hit the table anymore. I stared at the phone, my heart felt like it was being squeezed, then slowly released. That's exactly my voice. But a sentence is cut apart, like a piece of cake with only the bitter, burned edges remaining. I raised my head to look at the staff. “I can.”

Listen to the full recording?" Giang Nghien's eyes paused. "This is the full version." I looked at him. "Just now you said this is evidence of the recording, so there should be time, there is content before and after, there is the original file." "Only one sentence, it does not prove that I know the content of the document." The instructor also looked at Giang Nghien. "Where is the original file?" Giang Nghien's fingertip pressed on the edge of the phone. "It's been a long time." Too bad, I changed my phone once, only this part remains." I smiled lightly. "What a coincidence." "I don't remember the chat history clearly, I don't remember the date of signing, and there's only one sentence left on the recording." "But the money that goes into my account every month, I've never missed it once." Jiang Nghien's face sank. "Wen Duong, don't drag everything into money." "Because this matter from start to finish cannot escape money." I opened my phone, looking for the chat history around two hours. year ago. When I pulled up the screen, my hand was very steady. I was really tired those few days. The new dish in the store failed, the refrigerator broke down again, and Giang Nghien kept asking for money. "This is the conversation history before and after the recording date." "He just said he needed to add documents, he didn't say he wanted to write me as a cousin."