Chapter 7 — Eating a piece of sea cucumber, I sent my husband's family out the door

I led everyone upstairs. The door to the sixth-floor apartment was tightly closed. I knocked on the door.

“Tran Hao, open the door.”

Inside there was no movement. I knocked a few more times.

“Tran Hao.”

“If you don't open the door, I will let the worker directly break the lock.”

The door suddenly opened. Tran Hao stood at the door. Both eyes are bloodshot. Jagged whiskers. Looks like he's been up all night.

“Nhuoc Van.”

“Do you really want to be in love that much?”

I looked at him.

“I gave you a chance.”

“It's because you don't know how to appreciate it.”

“I was wrong.”

He suddenly knelt down.

“I was really wrong.”

“Please give me one more chance.”

“I will definitely treat you well from now on.”

I took a step back.

“Tran Hao, stand up.”

“I'm not standing.”

He grabbed my pant leg.

“If you don't forgive me, I won't get up.”

Even the building manager can't stand it anymore.

“Mr. Tran.”

“It's not appropriate for you to do that.”

But Tran Hao didn't pay attention. He raised his head to look at me.

“Nhuoc Van.”

“It was very difficult for us to get married.”

“Do you really want to give up like that?”

“Think back to the days we were together.”

I looked at him.

“The days we spent together?”

“You mean the days you beat me?”

His face immediately stiffened.

“I... I didn't mean it.”

“I drank too much that day.”

“The first time was drinking a lot.”

“What about the second time?”

“What about the third time?”

I pushed his hand away.

“Tran Hao.”

“Wake up.”

“There is no longer any possibility between us.”

At that moment, Vuong Thuy Phan rushed out from the house.

“You despicable woman!”

“You ruined my son!”

“What else do you want?”

She rushed forward and tried to hit me. Luckily, the building manager promptly stopped it.

“Mrs. Wang, please calm down.”

Vuong Thuy Phan struggled wildly.

“I can't calm down!”

“It ruined my whole family!”

“I must make him pay!”

I looked at her.

“Mrs. Wang.”

“What kind of person your son is, you know best in your heart.”

“Don't put all the responsibility on me.”

“You talk nonsense!”

Vuong Thuy Phan screamed.

“My son is very good!”

“You don't deserve it!”

I'm lazy to argue. Turn to look at the building manager.

“Let's get started.”

Manager nodded. Signal the locksmith to work. Tran Hao wants to stop it. But was held back by security.

“You can't do that!”

“This is my house!”

“This is Ms. Lam's house.”

The building manager took out the certificate of ownership.

“It's written very clearly on the papers.”

Tran Hao was immediately stunned. The worker worked very quickly. In less than ten minutes, the lock was changed. New lock installed. The old key is completely ineffective. I received the new key.

“Your belongings.”

“I've had someone finish packing.”

“It's downstairs.”

Tran Hao looked at me. His eyes were filled with unwillingness.

“Nhuoc Van.”

“Then you will regret it.”

I turned around and left.

"No."

When going downstairs. I still hear Vuong Thuy Phan's cries. With the sound of Tran Hao hitting the wall hard. But I never turned back. The Tran family's belongings were piled into a large pile. Neighbors stood around watching the excitement.

“Is that the guy who beats his wife?”

“Deserve it.”

"Beat your wife and still think you're justified."

“People have both money and ability.”

“On what basis do we have to endure that kind of resentment?”

"That's right."

"Type Men like that should suffer a little.”

Listen to those rumors. There were no waves in my heart. I got in the car. The driver asked:

“General Manager Lam, where are we going?”

“About the company.”

The car slowly rolled. Leave that street. I looked at the scenery outside the window. This marriage... It's finally over. Just returned to the company. Assistant Tieu Ngai brought me a stack of documents.

“General Manager Lam.”

“These are the contracts that need to be signed today.”

“There is a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon.”

I take it. Flip through a few pages.

“Advance the meeting to three o'clock.”

“I still have some personal matters to take care of.”

I walked into the office. Close the door. Sit down on the chair. Open the computer. In the mailbox there are dozens of unread emails. I handle each one individually. Read each letter. Reply to each message. Half done. The phone suddenly rang. It's a strange number. I picked up the phone.

“Lin Nhuoc Van!”

“You just wait!”

It's Tran Kieu's voice.

“You ruined my brother!”

“I won't let you go!”

I laughed.

“Tran Kieu.”

“Your brother destroyed himself.”

“It has nothing to do with me.”

“You still make excuses!”

Her voice was unpleasantly shrill.

“If it wasn't for you, how could my brother become like this?”

“He was originally like that.”

I interrupted directly.

“You just never wanted to admit it.”

I didn't wait for her to finish. Immediately hung up. Then drag that number to the block list. The phone rings again. This time it's Vuong Thuy Phan.