Chapter 17 — Bakery After the Rain

She didn't want to die. She wants to tie everyone to her railing. As long as she stands there, whatever I say will be wrong. If I take a step back, she will make me admit my mistake. If I take a step forward, she will yell at me to push myself. Giang Nghien also understands this. He advised her while turning his head to look at me, his eyes even carrying a bit of urging. That being said, you see things have come to this, are you still not bowing your head? Manh Tinh stood next to me, so angry that his shoulders were shaking. "She is threatening her with her life." I lowered my voice and said: "Don't go there." "Let the security and teachers handle it." The instructor called an ambulance and the police. The staff also told the students surrounding them to step back. But Jiang Nghien's mother cried louder and louder. "Wen Duong, come out here." "You said in front of everyone that you won't prosecute anymore." "You said my son didn't cheat you." "You said those money were all volunteered by you." "You say it." There was a stir around. Finally, someone heard something wrong. "Isn't this forcing people to change their words?" "His mother is also very scary." "But what if he really jumped?" I looked at those hands that were tightly gripping the railing. The joints of the arms were very strong, but the feet firmly stepped on the inside of the landing. She knows where she is safe. She also knows which pose can scare people the most. Dad lowered his voice and asked me: "Duong Duong, what do you want to do?" I looked towards him. There was concern in his eyes, but he did not make the decision for me. I walked two steps forward. Mom pulled me back. "Don't come too close." I nodded, stopping a few steps away from the landing. "Miss." Giang Nghien's mother immediately cried. "Don't call me aunt." "I can't accept it." "You want to force me to die." I took out my phone and opened the recording. "I won't promise not to prosecute." "I also won't lie for Giang Nghien." Her crying stopped, then became even more shrill. "Everyone, listen." "She just wants to force people to die." I continued to say: "Now that you're standing there, everyone is very worried." "But you can't use this method to ask me to withdraw evidence." "Whether Jiang Nghien falsified documents or not, whether there is a problem with the data or not, the school will investigate." "Whether you participated in cyber violence or not, the police will investigate." "I will not decide for anyone else." "I won't bear the blame for anyone." Giang Nghien gritted his teeth. "On Duong, do you have to say these words at this time?" I looked at him. "So what do you want me to say?" "Say you didn't take the money?" "Say you didn't forge the signature?" "Tell your mother not to let people post pictures of my parents' apartment complex?" Giang Nghien was blocked until his face turned blue. Giang Nghien's mother suddenly let go of one hand, cried and shook her body forward. There were screams downstairs. Giang Nghien rushed forward. The security guard also rushed forward. Several people joined forces to pull her off the edge of the railing. She sat down on the ground, patted her thighs and cried, her hands tightened on Jiang Nghien's shirt. "Ngh Nghien, you can't let anything happen to you." "I only rely on you." "You have to join a big unit, you have to be a respectable person." "Can't be destroyed in the hands of this kind of woman." The three words "respectable person" fell down the stairs, like a layer of poor quality sugar crust crumbling to the ground. The instructor stood on the stairs, his face so gloomy that it was scary. "Giang Nghien." "Take your mother away." "School is not the place for you to handle personal disputes." Giang Nghien supported his mother, the hatred in his eyes could barely be hidden. He lowered his voice and said to me: "Are you satisfied?" I don't answer. Because the police have gone upstairs. The police made preliminary inquiries and then took the people involved to make a report. The students in the stairs gradually dispersed, but the livestream did not

stop. Someone posted the entire process online. This time, the wind direction became chaotic. Some people say Giang Nghien's mother is pitiful. Some people say she is forcing confessions. Someone arranged every sentence I said. Someone also dug up old posts on the Giang Nghien school forum. In the article, an anonymous account repeatedly boasted that he relied on his girlfriend to open a shop for support, but said that his girlfriend had low vision and would not be able to keep up with him sooner or later. When Tieu Vien sent me the screenshot, her hands were still shaking. Ms. Duong, this tone is so similar to him. I stared at those screenshots, my heart sinking little by little. The next second, lawyer Trinh's phone call came in. "Miss Wen, the situation has changed." "You'd better go to the law office immediately." "An anonymous person sent a file of documents." "Inside is not only evidence of Jiang Nghien's violence against you." "But also a record of the original data of his thesis being intentionally altered." 18 The law office's conference room turned on the white light. The light is very cold, clearly illuminating the documents on the table. Lawyer Trinh spread out each page of printed documents. My parents sat next to me. Manh Tinh and her father also came. No one said before.