Chapter 6 — Eight Years Is Not Equal to One Betrayal

I was stunned and softly said thanks: "Thank you." Giang Tu Bach nodded slightly: "The third grade has a professional meeting tomorrow morning, don't be late." It was just a calm warning, but it almost made me cry on the spot. Finally, there is someone who doesn't ask me to understand, doesn't advise me to sympathize, doesn't force me to wait endlessly. Early the next morning, Luc Nghien Tu was waiting for me at the school gate. He stayed up all night, his eyes filled with blood. When he saw me, he quickly walked over.

"Why is your phone turned off? I've been looking for you all night."

I pushed my way around him, not wanting to say much. He tightly grabbed my wrist: "Don't be angry anymore. Ms. To couldn't survive the emergency this morning and passed away. Tri Yeu's condition is now collapsing. Once the first week of mourning is over, I'll immediately go and file for divorce." I pulled my hand back, my tone was calm: "Suppress your sadness." Luc Nghien Tu's face immediately became ugly: "Do you have to be this cold?" Giang Tu Bach just walked into the school gate, his eyes fell on my wrist that was tightly held by Luc Nghien Tu.

"Teacher Lam, it's a professional meeting at eight thirty."

I nodded in response. Luc Nghien Tu looked at Giang Tu Bach, his tone carrying hostility: "Who are you?" Giang Tu Bach's voice was cold and gentle: "Colleague." Luc Nghien Tu was about to open her mouth to talk, but I turned around and walked into the teaching building. 6 During that professional meeting, my speech was extremely messy and distracting. Giang Tu Bach did not expose my indiscretion in front of everyone. After the meeting, he gave me the attendance record book. On the paper were circled a few mistakes in teaching, the handwritten line at the bottom of the page was very delicate: 【If you are in a bad mood, you can ask to change the teaching schedule, work should not become a punishment to consume yourself.】 I stared at that line, unable to look away for a long time. Late in the afternoon after work, Luc Nghien Tu stood waiting outside the school gate, in her hand holding a box of soft flower waffles that I used to love to eat. During previous arguments, he was always used to using this trick to comfort me. A box of cakes, a few sweet words, I immediately softened my heart and forgave all resentment. He brought the cake box in front of me: "Miss To's funeral has basically been taken care of. After the first week, I will go with Tri Yeu to apply for divorce." I did not accept the cake box, but calmly asked: "Do you know that divorce requires 30 days of conciliation?" His expression froze: "I asked the Civil Affairs Department staff today."

“To Tri Yeu already understood everything a long time ago.”

Luc Nghien Tu's eyebrows furrowed: "What do you mean by that?" I pulled out a photo of that day's note and gave it to him. He stared at the photo, his face darkening little by little.

“Maybe she just looked up the process in advance.”

“She found out all the consequences in advance, but you didn't know anything from start to finish.”

He was speechless, unable to refute. I turned around to leave, but Luc Nghien Tu stood in front of me, blocking the way: "Van Tinh, this is because I didn't think carefully, I admit my mistake. But Tri Yeu and I have never crossed the limit by half a step, in my heart from beginning to end there is only you."

“So what?”

Him stood there dumbfounded. I calmly looked straight at him: "You opened your mouth to say you love me, and yet you can arbitrarily give away our engagement to complete it for someone else? You can let her move into the wedding house that I paid for, wear my engagement ring, get misunderstood by your parents and you won't even say a word for me?" Luc Nghien Tu's eyes turned red: "I will fix it, I will fix it all later."

“No need.”

“Van Tinh, don't condemn me so quickly.”