Chapter 2 — Fake Husband

"There are some people, just because they want to save face, they don't even need to. People in this world, can't they still recognize what's fake?" "If you don't have money, don't pretend to be rich. Are you right, Mrs. Giang?" I don't know how to answer. Just go through the motions and get it over with. Of course, in the end that collaboration was not successful. On the way back. I caressed the ring on my ring finger and asked in a low voice: "Husband, did you buy a fake product by mistake?" Giang Du stepped on the car brake. "What nonsense are you talking about?" "The ring is an item I bought at an auction in London, and I found an appraiser. I can go check to see if the person who bought this item is you." "No need to take Mrs. Vuong's words to heart. The object of our cooperation is not just this one person." I took out my phone. Check out the information. The pink diamond ring was indeed auctioned by Giang Du. But then. Either way, I couldn't believe it. He casually gave my mother's relics to the woman outside. He also gave his wife a fake product. Love makes people blind. This statement is certainly not wrong. After entering the bedroom. I don't know when, the wedding photo on the nightstand was changed. Instead there are a pair of small cartoon-style human statues. Because the character's characteristics were exaggerated, it was easy for me to recognize him. The boy is Giang Du. The girl is Lam Tri Vi. Two small ceramic statues hug each other. I called the maid over. "Who replaced this thing?" Aunt Truong was stunned, hesitantly said: "It was the boss who replaced it this morning." "I must say that the baby boy statue looks very much like the boss, the little girl statue is also very cute, just not very similar to the owner..." I closed my eyes. "Throw it away." Aunt Truong did not ask further. Picked up the two ceramic statues on the bedside table, preparing to leave. When she was about to step out of the bedroom, I spoke again: "Wait." "Please clean all the things that don't belong to me out of the villa." Aunt Truong looked awkward. I frowned: "Don't want to do it?" "No, I just don't understand. This entire villa belongs to you, of course the furniture inside is also yours. What does the owner want me to clean up?" I sighed softly. "Forget it." "I'll do it myself." Aunt Truong nodded and left the bedroom. I found some large cardboard boxes. From the master bedroom to the office, cinema room, guest bedroom and dressing room, there are traces of Lam Tri Vi almost everywhere. She gave Giang Du a lot of things. So much so that the entire villa is filled with their sweet memories. Scarves, toys, photos, couple necklaces…… Obviously these are all small, unnoticeable items. But it unconsciously filled my living space. It took three cardboard boxes to barely contain it all. I'm commanding people to take these "trash" boxes out and throw them away. At that moment, Giang Du returned. When you can clearly see the contents of the carton. The man's pupils shrunk. His eyebrows furrowed so tightly that he could pinch a fly to death. His face darkened, his voice coldly shouted: "Who gave you permission to touch it? If the things inside are damaged, none of you can escape." The three employees holding the cardboard box looked at each other. Final. They all looked at me. I waved my hand at them. "Put your things down, everyone go first." In the living room. Soon, only Giang Du and I were left. Perhaps he had guessed the end of everything, he spoke without being polite. "Just because Vi Vi accidentally offended you today, do you target her like that? Do you know that scarf she stayed up three nights in a row to knit? The toy was the first animal she picked up, and that photo is the only one."

one photo." "To Thanh Nhan, when did you become so unreasonable and vengeful?" I leaned half of my body against the wall. There was no wavering in my voice. "How much effort and time she spent has nothing to do with me." "Giang Du, this is my house. The right to decide is in my hands." The man loosened his tie. His face was full of frustration. He drank a glass of cold water, then coldly said: "Are you that unacceptable to Vi Vi?" "Now that you clean up her things, will you gradually eliminate her as a person? Then you calculated wrong.” “Lin Tri Vi is my final limit. I can't let her suffer any harm." Lam Tri Vi is truly his last limit. As long as it has to do with that young girl. Giang Du seems to have completely transformed into a different person. The words angry because of his beauty are not enough to describe him. I don't know why I feel funny. Before, his last limit was me, now it has turned into Lam Tri Vi. Who else could it be in the future? But there is one thing Giang Du said wrong. My person wanted to eliminate. Not only Lam Tri Vi, but also him. I suddenly felt extremely bored. I was about to leave the next second.