Chapter 2 — Electricity Bill 380 Numbers, Revealing a Marriage

The management center of the Cam Vien area is located next to the east gate. I went in and reported the number of building 1, building 1402. The receptionist checked her computer, looked up at me, and asked in a gentle voice what to do. I said I wanted to see the history of people coming in and out this month. As long as the homeowner brings proof so she can look it up, she quickly printed out two A4 pages for me. I stood in front of the counter, bowed my head and looked. In the last thirty days, apartment 1402 has been opened a total of seventy-two times. Forty-six of them were Tran Vi's cards. The remaining twenty-six times are for guest registration. Same name. Identification number ends with 5926. Registered relationship: friend. I stared at those two words for a long time. The receptionist looked at me a little hesitantly, asked if I needed anything else, I folded up two pieces of paper, put them in my pocket, just said thank you and left. Leaving the center, I did not immediately walk away but stood right at the door, looking towards building 1, the fourteenth floor, my house. I took out my phone and opened the smart door lock app for this area, which I had installed since renovating the house but had never used it. Unlock history. The last thirty days. Open with password: 0 times. Open with fingerprint: 71 times. Among them, Tran Vi's A fingerprint was 39 times. Unnamed fingerprint B is 32 times. Who added that fingerprint? Only admin accounts can add. But the admin account... is only me and Tran Vi. But I've never added a fingerprint for anyone. Then it can only be him. He recorded the fingerprints of a woman named Lam Duyet in my own house. I stood still, the wind blew, cold to the bone. Should I cry, should I get angry, or should I rush straight to the fourteenth floor and knock on the door? I don't do that. I just made a decision. Come see for yourself. I am the homeowner, the door lock app can be opened remotely, if there is someone inside... I want to see with my own eyes what she has turned my house into. I entered building 1, took the elevator to the fourteenth floor, and stood in front of door 1402. On the door was a small decoration, a pink teddy bear. Not mine. I've never bought anything pink. My finger hovered in front of the door lock for a few seconds, then I pressed open remotely.

“Ding——” the door opened.

A scent overflowed. Not the perfume I use. I pushed the door and walked in. Right at the entrance are two pairs of slippers, one pair for men, one pair for women, and a pink pair for women embroidered with a rabbit image. Living room. The gray sofa I bought now has two pink throw pillows. On the tea table there is a plate of fruit, half a watermelon and a few peaches. On the refrigerator door was a note stuck in lovely, round handwriting.

“Husband, milk is about to run out, remember to buy it~”

I stood in front of the refrigerator, staring at those two words. Turn around and look around the living room. Next to the TV wall hangs a photo. I stepped closer. In the photo frame is a couple of men and women. The man was Tran Vi, smiling happily, holding the shoulder of the woman next to him. That girl... is very young. About twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Long hair, round face, floral dress. She is also smiling. Dazzlingly sweet. I recognized her. At that moment, my head felt like it was exploding. This woman was taught by me. Three years ago, she was still just an intern in my company, had just graduated, didn't understand anything, her CV had very familiar lines like "hard-working, progressive". The day of the interview, I was the one to ask directly. She was so nervous that her hands were shaking. When I asked her what her greatest strength was, she thought for a long time before answering: "I'm willing to study." Looking at that appearance, I remembered myself in the days when I first graduated from school, so that day, I gave her a chance. Three months into her internship, she was assigned to my team, and I almost led the work, from making proposals, writing documents to communicating with customers. On nights when I worked late until late, I even ordered food for her, just smiling and saying that I would have enough energy to work after I was full. She always smiled brightly, called me "Sister To" sweetly, saying I treated her so well. At the end of the internship period, the company only had two official spots, five people competing, Lam Duyet was not the best, but I corrected her PPT reports three times, and also rehearsed with her for two sessions. Finally, she passed. She hugged me, so happy that she almost cried, saying that if it weren't for me, there wouldn't be her today. After officially working, she rented a house, the landlord suddenly raised the price, she couldn't pay, so she asked me to borrow 5,000 yuan, saying she would pay it the next month when she got paid. I said no need to rush. Then she also paid. Then later, she met a few more people, did a few small projects, gradually established herself in the company, and a year later, she quit her job. Before leaving, she invited me to eat a meal, saying that she would never forget my help for the rest of her life, that I was the best person she had ever met in this city. I just said one sentence, telling her to try. She smiled, then left. After that, we occasionally interacted on social networks, she opened a milk tea shop, and I even came to support her. I just didn't know, the person she "supported" wasn't just me. She even "supported" my husband. I stood in the middle of the living room of the wedding house, staring at the photo hanging on the wall. Below the photo frame, there was a small text engraved, I bent down to read it.

“Having you for the rest of my life is enough.”