Chapter 5 — Freedom After Hands

Wait for the tea to finish brewing, then carry the cup back to the sofa. Unlock the screen. The comment area has changed. "Wait... what's seven hundred and thirty thousand?" "Every month I pay more than twenty thousand? So isn't this guy's entire salary going to that?" "So after the breakup, we only collect forty-seven thousand? Is this called accounting?" "I've looked again... This is not a man, it's clear that the person who was taken advantage of just woke up." "Truong Duyet, are you sure you saw clearly before posting?" Seven minutes later, the round post. Truong Duyet's friends were deleted. I took a sip of tea. Long Tinh before Thanh Minh period. Before I couldn't bear to drink it, now I brew a cup every day. The phone lights up again. To Oanh's message: "Lam Vien, do you have to make such a big deal of it?" I replied with one word: "You did it first." Then set the do not disturb mode. No overtime tonight, go to bed early. Tomorrow there is still a day of eighteen thousand yuan to live for. Oh that's not right. Now these eighteen thousand yuan are mine alone. 【Chapter 7】 Twelfth day after breaking up. Strange things started to happen. First, I got more than ten more WeChat friend requests. Some people are familiar, some people are unfamiliar. Acquaintances are those who labeled me "a man" in To Oanh's circle of friends. The message format was surprisingly similar: "Lin Vien, what happened that day was a misunderstanding, I didn't know the specific situation so I followed it, sorry." I don't agree. Also don't refuse. Just leave it there. The second story is quite interesting. To Oanh's close friend is Truong Duyet, but he changed a sub-account to add me. The note read: "I'm really sorry, can we talk?" I agree. It's not forgiveness, it's curiosity. The first sentence Truong Duyet opened was: "Lam Vien, about To Oanh and Ton Hao, I didn't know before. After I deleted the post from my friends circle, she told me." I replied: "So what?" "Then I found out... she was spending your money while being with someone else." "Why are you telling me this?" She typed for a long time. Finally sent a sentence: "I think you should know, that thirty-eight thousand bag is what Ton Hao told her to buy. Now the two of them are living together, Ton Hao doesn't spend a penny, everything depends on To Oanh. She depends on you." I leaned back in my chair, looking at the ceiling. So the structure is like this: Ton Hao eats To Oanh's food. To Oanh ate mine. I'm at the bottom of the food chain. Feeding an entire chain of parasites. Now the chain is broken. The other two should digest each other on their own. I replied Truong Duyet: "Thank you. But it has nothing to do with me anymore." She said: "I know. I just feel... you're quite unjust." I smiled and exited the conversation. Injustice or not, the tuition fee of seven hundred and thirty thousand has already been paid. Forty-seven thousand is the final amount. After collecting this amount, my life's balance sheet will be completely zero.——That afternoon, another thing happened. To Oanh's friend circle updated. Not philosophy, not selfies. Is a screenshot of the transfer. She transferred me forty-seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one yuan. The note read: “Both sides are finished.” The accompanying text contained only one sentence: "From now on, I do not owe anyone anything." The tone is very stiff. Very decisive. The comment section is full of "you're so cool", "so decisive", "you've passed". I looked at that remittance. Receive. Not a penny missing. But I know, she can't have this money. A week ago her balance was just over three hundred. Hoa Bai eighteen thousand unpaid. The car loan is past due. Where did these forty-seven thousand come from? The answer is announced after ten minutes. Vuong Loi sent me a message: "Your ex-girlfriend posted a long post on her friend circle. Another account." He moved

screenshot via. This is To Oanh's sub-account. An account I don't add you to. The long title of the article is: "Three years in exchange for a lawyer's letter." The content is not all posted here. The gist is: She and I were together for three years, giving up all our feelings. She quit her job because I said girls should spend more time with their family. The money she spends is all normal living expenses. She never thought about taking advantage of me. After breaking up, I not only canceled all payments for her, but also sent a lawyer letter forcing her to pay. She borrowed from everywhere, found relatives and friends to borrow a round, and finally collected forty-seven thousand. Now both sides are done. She is freed. The last sentence is: "The remaining life is very expensive, don't waste it anymore." The comment section is full of "so sad", "give me a hug", "this guy is not worth it". I finished watching, put the phone down. Go to the balcony and light a cigarette. I don't smoke tobacco, but today I want to smoke a cigarette. Toxic smoke dissipates in the night wind. I looked at the stream of car lights going back and forth downstairs and suddenly thought of something. She paid, she didn't have to admit defeat. It's a buyout. Using forty-seven thousand to buy off my moral high points, making myself a victim, turning me into an abuser. From now on, in front of all her mutual friends, she will be "the poor girl who was investigated for her masculinity".