Chapter 3 — Eight Years Divided

He followed behind me. "Where are you going?" "Shower." "Stop showing me your face." I didn't pay attention to him. The bathroom door closed. In the mirror, my face was very white. Not out of fear. But because it's disgusting. Eight years of marriage. Every line of books. Every penny, every cent. You use rules to tie me down, making me not allowed to touch your income, not allowed to ask where your money goes. Turning around, he used the name of husband and wife again, so that his sister could thank me. This is not fair. It's about seeing me as a step ladder for you
poach. At seven o'clock the next morning, I was woken up by my phone vibrating. The screen was filled with missed calls from Luc Minh Xuyen. Seventeen times. I don't listen. WeChat also exploded. Luc Minh Xuyen sent a series of messages. "Where are you?" "What happened to your account?" "Have you transferred money already?" "Khuong Du An, call me back immediately!" "That is the couple's common property, on what basis do you arbitrarily touch it!" Looking at the last sentence, I burst out laughing. Joint property of husband and wife. Eight years ago, this was the time
First he proactively mentioned these five words. Right at the same time I just transferred money. I answered with one word. "Busy." The phone rang again. I turn it off. He continued calling. I continued to turn it off. Finally, he sent a voice message. I opened it. His voice was very urgent. "Khuong Du An, don't play this game with me." "This morning I have to sign the last payment." "I will transfer the money immediately." Last payment. I sat up. These two words are more interesting than last night's red book. Luc Giai Ky's house not only lacks down payment
stake. Luc Minh Xuyen still has to pay the final payment. So how much did your statement "I alone carry it all" last night mean? I got dressed and went to the company. At nine thirty in the morning, Luc Minh Xuyen rushed into my office. His colleagues all raised their heads to look at him. He no longer cared about face. "Khuong Du An, get out." I didn't move. "If there's anything, just say it here." He gritted his teeth. "About our family, do you have to make a fuss about the company?" I raised my head to look at him. "Last night, when you
Let your sister thank you right in my living room, why don't you think it's a family matter?" Someone at the desk next to him stopped typing. Luc Minh Xuyen's expression became even more unsightly. He lowered his voice. "Where did you transfer the money?" I said. "Didn't you say who takes care of the money?" "Now asking about your money, is it appropriate?" He stared at me. "Don't pretend." "I checked your bank transaction history." The pen is clear. My hand stopped. “Please check my bank transaction history
After speaking, he realized he had just said something wrong. The office became quieter. I slowly put down my pen. "Luc Minh Xuyen, what identity do you use to check?" His throat moved. "I am your husband." I stood up. "Yesterday you said you spent your own money, it has nothing to do with me." "Today you said you are my husband so you have the right to check my money." "Which sentence really counts?" The corner of his face twitched. "Khuong Du An, I don't have time to beat around the bush with you." "First transfer that money back." "Party contract
Giai Ky must finish it today." I looked at him. "How much?" He didn't understand. "What's how much?" "How much do you still owe?" Luc Minh Xuyen's eyes avoided. I smiled. "It doesn't seem like a small number." He took a step forward. "Don't force me." I picked up the phone. "Or call the police." "Someone illegally checked my account transaction history and even came to threaten me." Luc Minh Xuyen completely changed. At this moment, my phone rang. It was not Luc Minh Xuyen
Thieu Man. I answered the phone. My mother's voice was very calm. "Du An, just now a man came to my door." "He said he was Luc Minh Xuyen's friend." "He asked if the 5.8 million yuan I transferred last night was at your place." I raised my eyes to look at Luc Minh Xuyen. His face was whiter than paper. I said to the other end of the phone. "Mom, don't open the door." "I'll call the police right now."04After I said I would call the police, Luc Minh Xuyen reached out to grab my phone. I took a step back. Some colleagues
in the office stood up. The department head pushed the door and walked out. Seeing this scene, his face was very ugly. "Mr. Luc, this is the company." Luc Minh Xuyen's hand stopped in midair. The anger in his eyes could not be contained, but he did not dare to actually take action. I said to Thieu Man on the other end of the phone. "Mom, please leave the camera in front of the door." "I'll be right over." Thieu Man only replied with one word. "Okay." I hung up the phone and called the police directly. The blood on Luc Minh Xuyen's face gradually drained away. "Khuong Du An, you're crazy
"I just told someone to come and ask a question and you already reported it to the police?" I looked at him. "I sent someone to stop in front of your mother's house and ask about the money you transferred." "Is that called asking a question?" He lowered his voice. "That's our husband and wife's money." I laughed. "Our husband and wife's money?"