Chapter 5 — Bakery After the Rain

“You should go home too.” She turned around, her eyes red. “Aren't you going to see?” “See what?” “See what's wrong with his documents.” I tidied up the bills on the counter. “That's his problem.” “But if something happens to him, will he blame you?” I raised my head. This question asks exactly the point. Giang Nghien will not let himself fall alone. He will definitely grab something. If you can't grab money, grab reputation. If you can't grab Manh Tinh, then grab me. I picked up my phone, took a screenshot of the strange message, saved it, and exported the call history. Manh Tinh looked at my movements and said softly: "I can testify." I was a bit surprised. She wiped the corner of her eyes. "I'm not helping you." "I'm helping myself." "I also don't want to continue to be deceived by him." Having finished speaking, she wrote her phone number on a sticky note and pressed it next to the cashier counter. "If he says something wrong again, contact me." Waiting for her to leave, Tieu Vien muttered in a low voice: "She looks quite sad." I put the note in a drawer. "People who are deceived are cruel." "But revenge is not a reason to hurt others." In the afternoon, there were more customers than usual. Some people urgently ordered a cake to celebrate their promotion and asked to write down their future. I held the chocolate pen, and when I reached the last stroke of the brocade, I suddenly stopped. Money. In the past, I always associated these two words with Giang Nghien. His future must be lined with me staying up late and waking up early. His face has to be saved from my display case, my rent, my new equipment. But what about my future? Should I forever stand in a small shop, waiting for someone to become successful and then turn around and give me a difficult sentence? I finished writing the words, lifted my hand and changed the ice cream tip to a new one. At seven o'clock in the evening, when the shop was busiest, Giang Nghien's text message came again. This time it wasn't soft words. Wen Duong, have you told our story to others? I took a look and didn't answer. A second message popped up shortly after. My security documents were accused of having an unknown source of money, is that what you did? Tieu Vien stopped by to look, so angry that his face turned red. "Is he sick?" "I'm in the shop all day today, where will I have time to manage his school affairs?" I put the phone aside. "He needs an enemy." "That way you won't have to admit that you're wrong." The third message came. Don't forget, I also know what's going on in your shop. My finger stopped. Tieu Vien was startled. "Miss Duong, what does he know?" I didn't say anything. Giang Nghien knows too many things. He knew that in the first years of opening the shop, I borrowed money from relatives. Knowing that in order to save money, I learned to fix minor errors in the refrigerator myself. Knowing that during the most difficult times, my shop almost couldn't pay the rent. Knowing that I don't want to bother others, I also know that my biggest fear is that my family is worried about me. Previously these were intimate. Now everything is a card in his hand. I slowly took off my apron and went into the kitchen to wash my hands. The water flowed through my fingers, I looked at myself in the mirror. My face has flour and my hair is tangled. But the eyes are very clear. I picked up the phone and responded to Giang Nghien's first text message after breaking up. Giang Nghien, the power is useless. A minute later, he called. I don't listen. He sent a voice message again. I clicked open, it played outside. His voice was pressed very low, carrying the ferocity of gritting his teeth. "Wen Duong, you must destroy me, right?" "I tell you, I can't live in peace, so you can't even open a shop in peace." "What do you think that little book of yours can prove?" "The money was voluntarily given to me,

Tieu Vien listened until his hands shook. I turned off the voice message and saved it. Then I called a phone number. The person who answered the phone was the duty officer of the neighborhood police station. I calmly told him the name of the store and address. "Hello, I want to ask something." "Someone has repeatedly texted me to threaten me, and is likely to come to the store to cause trouble." "Now I can go and file a report first." "Do you really want to go?" The other end of the line told me to come over. I replied once. After hanging up, Tieu Vien looked at me. "Miss Duong, do you really want to go?" "Want." I gave her the spare key of the store. "I'll close the door first." "I'll go save the file." As soon as the words finished, outside the glass window suddenly a taxi stopped. The car door opened, a gray-haired woman carrying a cloth bag rushed out. She saw me from the glass, and immediately raised her hand to slap. door. "On Duong!" "You're a woman without conscience, you hurt my son like this, you dare to hide in there!"07 The last two customers in the shop were startled, one held the cake box and backed away, the other instinctively covered the child behind her. I went to the door and didn't immediately open it. The woman outside the door had her hair wet from the rain, her gray hair stuck to both sides of her face, her eyes were red afraid.