Chapter 2 — Divorce During Pregnancy

After taking two steps, I stopped and remembered something so I turned to look at him: "The clothes and personal belongings in the villa, I will move them out today. The other things are all yours, I didn't bring them with me." He nodded. I turned around, pushed the door, and walked out of the cafe. As the sunlight shined on my face, I took a deep breath. The March air in Giang Thanh carries the gentle scent of damp flowers. Really fragrant. Freedom is so fragrant. I went to the other side of the street to prepare to call a car when the phone rang. It was To Tieu calling. As soon as she answered the phone, she asked directly: "Signed?" "Signed." To Tieu on the other end of the line slapped the table: "Good! I've found a house for you, a two-bedroom apartment, near the maternity hospital, a ten-minute walk. You can move in this afternoon." I said: "Your efficiency is so high?" She snorted: "I'm afraid you'll change your mind. What if Chu Han Vu uses pain and humiliation, and you soften?" I said: “No way.” Being soft on a man who only gives me thirty-five hundred yuan every month, how much water must my mind be flooded with? To Tieu smiled: "Okay, go home and pack your things first, I'll drive to pick you up this afternoon." I hung up and called a car to go back to the villa. When I entered the door, I took a look at the three-story Western house. The lawn in the garden has turned yellow in large chunks because I haven't watered it for a week. I also did this before. Chu Han Vu did not hire a maid, saying he was afraid it would be unsafe for strangers to come in and out. So for two and a half years, the three hundred square meter villa was cleaned by me alone. Clean floors, wash curtains, trim garden. A free nanny costs thirty-five hundred yuan a month. I went into the bedroom and pulled out two suitcases. My belongings are not much, one suitcase full of clothes, half a suitcase full of personal belongings, the rest are papers and a few books. A two and a half year marriage condensed into one and a half suitcases. Compact to the point of being somewhat ironic. I dragged my suitcase out to the living room and looked at the photo wall one last time. Wedding photos, travel photos, group photos. In every photo, I'm smiling. He is also smiling. I reached out and took down the wedding photo. Think for a moment, hang back. Well, leave it to him. Consider it a receipt for ninety-five million. The doorbell rang. I thought To Tieu came early, but the moment I opened the door, I was stunned. Quy Nhu stood outside the door. She wore a light pink dress, elaborate makeup, and big wavy hair. In hand, carry a gift box. Seeing me, a carefully practiced smile appeared on her face: "Sister Niem An, I came to visit you." I looked at her, then looked at the gift box in her hand. I said: “Come in and sit down.” She followed me into the living room, her eyes resting on the two suitcases for a moment. Then she placed the gift box on the tea table: "This is the silk scarf I bought for you, please don't criticize it." I didn't touch that box. I sat on the sofa, my hands on my knees, looking at her. She also sat down, still maintaining that gentle, weak look. Then she spoke up. "Sister Niem An, I know you probably hate me..." I interrupted: "I don't hate you." She was stunned. I said: "Qui Nhu, if you specifically came here to see me cry, your effort was in vain." Her eyelashes trembled, and a trace of unwillingness flashed through her sparkling eyes: "Sister, I really didn't come to see the joke. I just feel... sorry for you." Is it my fault? I laughed. “You turned my thirty-five hundred yuan a month into ninety-five million.” “You are my god of wealth.” The smile on her face finally couldn't be held anymore. I stood up: "The door is over there, bring the silk scarf, I don't lack it." She tightened her skirt. After a long while, she stood up, without holding the gift box, turned around and walked out. At the door, she suddenly turned her head and her voice became sharper: "Giang Niem An, don't think you can win by getting the money. Mr. Han's heart

Vu is at my place, you can't bring anything." I leaned against the doorframe and looked at her. "Qui Nhu, how much is his heart worth?" Her face turned red. I said softly: “I have calculated, his heart is worth thirty-five hundred yuan a month. If you like it, I'll give it to you." Her high heels clicked on the steps, almost running away. I close the door. Bowed his head to look at the gift box left on the tea table. Don't open it. Pick it up and throw it straight into the trash. At three o'clock in the afternoon, To Tieu appeared outside the door on time. She helped me move my suitcase to the car and glanced at the villa. "This place is really quite big." "What's the use of being big." I said, "In winter, I have to pay for the heating bill myself." To Tieu swore and started the car. Newly rented house in the west of the city, has two bedrooms, very good lighting, downstairs has a supermarket and market. To Tieu helped me arrange my things, then took out an envelope from her pocket. "For you." I opened it to see, inside was a bank card. "Just use it first, don't be polite to me." She said, "Wait until the ninety-five million goes into my account and then pay me." I looked at the card, and my nose suddenly stung for a moment. But I held back. I asked: “How much?” She said: "There are five hundred thousand in the card, enough for you and your two children to last until the birth." I held the card tightly in the palm of my hand. “To Tieu.” “Hmm?”