Chapter 7 — Cheating Husband Pays the Price

“Truong Man, look clearly at what this is.” I glanced over. It was a hospital diagnosis sheet. The patient's name is Ton Giai. Diagnosis: four weeks pregnant. She is pregnant. He is Giang Vi's son. The hand holding my bag. Slightly tightened. See my reaction. Ton Giai smiled triumphantly. "Truong Man, even though Giang Vi is dead, he still has descendants. Do you think that old woman would let you go if that old woman knew that I was a descendant of the Giang family?" She pointed to her stomach. "This house and Jiang Wei's remaining car, according to the law, the child in my womb has the right to inherit!" She wanted to fight over the property with me. I looked at her arrogant face. Suddenly felt. There are a few stories. It's time to end. I took out my phone. Open a video. "Ton Giai, please watch this." In the video. It's the hallway of a hotel. Time. It was three months ago. In pictures. Ton Giai is holding the arm of a bald middle-aged man. Walk into a room together. That man. He is the deputy general director of the corporation. It is also. The person she called you. Ton Giai's face. Just in the blink of an eye. Turned pale. “You… Why do you have this?” Her voice. Begins to tremble. I put away the phone. "Ton Giai, is the child in your womb actually Giang Vi's or that 'uncle'?" Ton Giai took a step back. I almost fell down. "You're lying! That's Giang Vi's child!" I laughed coldly. "Whether it's Giang Vi's child or not, wait until the child is born and do a DNA test to know. But how do you think the other boy's wife will react if she sees this video?"The wife of the deputy general director of the corporation. Famous for being a fierce woman. The family background is extremely strong. If you know that the deputy general director is having an affair outside. She can skin Ton Giai. Ton Giai completely collapsed to the ground. She looked at me. In the eyes. No more arrogance like before. Only endless despair remained. "Truong Man... What do you want?" I turned around. Don't look at her anymore. "Take your child, get out of this city. Don't let me see you again."I walked away. Leave the cemetery. The sunlight outside is very beautiful. Shine on people. Warm and comfortable. I called a taxi. Arrive at the airport. I booked a plane ticket to Dali. It's where I've always wanted to go. But because Giang Vi kept working overtime, he couldn't go. As for me now. Have money. There is time. Single. Future life. It's only just begun. Sit in the waiting room. I watched the plane take off outside the window. Phone. Suddenly vibrated. It's a strange phone number. Sent a message. "Truong Man, do you think Giang Vi's death was really just an accident?" I looked at the message. Eyebrows. Slowly frowning.10I stared at the text on the screen. My heart seemed to skip a beat. "Truong Man, do you think Giang Vi's death was really just an accident?" This phone number did not save names. But intuition told me that the person sending the message was definitely not Ton Giai. Ton Giai was completely devastated, she had no mind to do this. So who is it? I know clearly that when he was alive, Giang Vi worked on construction projects and touched the interests of too many people. The abandoned crane in the chemical factory that night, why did it coincidentally break down right when they were standing below? I tightened my grip on the phone. Fingertips are a bit cold. A voice was heard from the loudspeaker urging passengers to board the plane. "Passengers going to Dali, please pay attention, your flight XX has now begun check-in procedures..." I raised my head and looked at the group of people lining up in front of the boarding gate. The sunshine and blue sky of Dali are

right before your eyes. As long as I step forward, check my ticket and board the plane, that past filled with betrayal, mud and blood will be completely left behind. Two million yuan is already in my account. Jiang Wei has become a photo on a tombstone. Ton Giai is no longer able to create waves. I won, didn't I? But this message is like a thorn piercing the flesh. If I don't spit it out, even if I reach Dali, I won't be able to sleep peacefully. I opened the reply box. Type a line of text. "Who are you?" The other person answered very quickly. "If you want to know the truth, let's meet at eight o'clock tonight at the old place." Old place. The roadside barbecue restaurant that Giang Vi and I frequented often when we first started building our careers. Besides me and Giang Vi, only one person knows what that place means to us. As a partner of Giang Vi, the number two character in the company — Lao Liu. I put the phone away. Leave the line of people waiting to board the plane. I went to the refund counter, returned the plane ticket and then dragged my luggage out of the airport. In the taxi. I watched the city constantly recede behind the glass. If Jiang Wei's death was not an accident. So what role does Lao Liu play in it?