Chapter 21 — Bakery After the Rain

Just like my heart was finally steady. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Giang Nghien arrived. This time he wasn't wearing a cashmere coat. He stood at the door, his whole body had become thinner, his eyes were full of blood. Dad immediately stood up. "What are you still doing?" Giang Nghien didn't look at his dad. His eyes fell on me. "Wen Duong, let's talk for the last time." I said: "The lawyer is on the way." "You can tell him." His throat moved. "Does it have to be like that?" I looked at him. "From the moment you posted a photo of my parents' apartment complex, it could only be like that." He quickly denied. "That's not what I posted." "Your mother is doing something exciting, I can't stop it." "The story next door." I don't know." "You just threatened me." I laughed. "Threatened me?" "Threatened me with a photo of the key." "Threatened me with my family member." "Threatened me with my shop." "Giang Nghien, you said you didn't tell me so lightly, do you think that changing the words would change the story?" His face was ashen. "Now I have nothing left." "My thesis defense is gone." "Meng Love is gone." "The school still wants to investigate you." "You really don't miss any old love?" I looked at him and suddenly remembered four years ago. The person stood in the rain, clutching the admission notice, red eyes saying he didn't want to give up. If he knew what he looks like today, would he feel strange? But I didn't want to hurt for him anymore. I said: "An old love is not an exemption card." "I have recited it before." "Recited up to ten thousand a month, recited more than seven hundred thousand, recited to the point that you wore the jacket I bought, saying I was not worthy of you." Jiang Nghien's eyes immediately turned red. "That day I didn't mean it that way." "So what do you mean?" He opened his mouth, unable to answer. Dad said in a cold voice: "It's not that you can't talk." "You know how to say it, but it's unsightly." Giang Nghien's hand slowly tightened. He suddenly lowered his posture. "Wen Duong, I'll write the debt note." "I'll pay the money." "Tell the lawyer to stop first." Mom stared at him. "Are you ready to write now?" Tieu Vien couldn't help but say: "Didn't you say yesterday that you can't take it back after giving it?" Giang Nghien seemed not to hear, just looked at me. "I really pay." "Just don't force me to die." I shook my head. "No one forced me." "I just found out for the first time, doing something wrong has to pay the price." Lawyer Trinh quickly arrived at the store. He took out a part of the document. "Mr. Giang, this is a civil exchange letter." "In addition, about the store being vandalized, personal information being revealed, and rumors spreading online, we have submitted the documents one by one." Giang Nghien looked at those pages, his face turning pale little by little. He suddenly raised his head. "Wen Duong, you will regret it." I calmly said: "No." "What I regret was done four years ago."21 In the end, Giang Nghien still signed the first confirmation. Not because conscience detects it. It's because the evidence is forcing him into a corner little by little. Locksmith records. Record payments at the key shop. Bank transfer documents from the person his mother contacted. Camera outside the side door. Photos of keys and threatening voice messages he sent. Each individual thing looks like a thin thread. But when the threads are tangled together, they become an unbreakable net. A month later, the school released the results. Jiang Nghien's thesis data has serious problems. The signature on the sponsorship document also confirms that it was not written by me. He was disqualified from applying for this degree, and related documents were transferred for further processing. The day the news broke, the shop was baking a batch of hazelnut rolls. Tieu Vien took the phone and ran into the back kitchen, her voice trembling. "Miss Duong, it's the end."

"I'm brushing the egg layer. The brush gently glides over the bread bill, layer by layer of golden color covering it. I don't immediately look at my phone. "Wait for me to finish scanning." Tieu Vien was stunned. "Aren't you in a hurry?" I finished sweeping the last bread bill, then raised my head and smiled lightly. "Not in a hurry." "His ending shouldn't be placed in front of your oven anymore." Tieu Vien's eyes immediately turned red. "Sister Duong, you've really changed."I pushed the baking tray into the oven. "It's not a change." "It's a return." After that, Giang Nghien's mother no longer came to the store to cause trouble. She was responsible for spreading private information and sabotaging the store. The person who came into the store that night was also clearly investigated. He said he was just accepting money for work, thinking that pulling out an electric wire was not a big deal. When I heard that sentence, I just felt a lot of hurt in the mouth of the person who did it Light as dust, but falling on the victim, it was an entire night of not being able to turn on the store's lights, it was an entire bakery being destroyed, and the tears of a little girl who was so scared that the civil part progressed very slowly.