Chapter 6 — Giang Dao

9I still smiled at her. My hands were clenched behind my back, my delicate palms were in pain. But no matter how much it hurts, I can't cry in front of her. Tu Tinh Chau, this bastard, dares to speak ill of me in front of his "white moon light", making me look like nothing... Yes, I may be childish, I may not be mature, I may not understand things. But it was you who married me, it was you who promised to treat me well, take care of me, and make me happy forever. Before we got married, he was the one who followed me to my mother's grave, knelt down and swore that he would love Giang Dao like a child. But later, he himself criticized me for being childish and not mature. However, during the two years of marriage, I woke up early to make breakfast, helped him manage the housework, even did laundry, and cleaned Tu Tinh Huyen's room. I went shopping with his mother, carried bags, made tea while she played cards, went with his father for health checks, and learned how to cook nutritious soup. When you feel uncomfortable drinking alcohol, I cook hangover soup for you. When he went on a business trip for a whole month, I missed him so much that I cried all night, but I didn't dare make video calls or disturb his work. Two years of marriage, the time he spent at home can be counted on the fingers of one hand. My world from revolving around him gradually became revolving around his family. No matter how badly they treat me, I still endure, because I love you, that's why I foolishly love the people around you. There are times when I act a bit stubborn and act like a babe to him, just hoping to receive a little attention from my husband. But he was always cold, only when needed would he kiss me and say a few sweet words. When he gets out of bed, he becomes cold and distant like a working machine. What should I do to grow up and understand things better? For the past two years, I have not been happy at all. Now I'm determined to get a divorce, but your "little guy" still comes here to cause trouble. Why do I have to endure these things? If Lam Bach Lo continues to drive me crazy, I won't mind exploding once to show them what rage is. But Lam Bach Lo didn't give me that chance, perhaps the words I just said hurt her. Her face was pale and she was crying so miserably that it gave me a headache and had to turn back to An Noan for help. But Lam Bach Lo reached out his hand to me. I reflexively thought she was going to hit me so I pushed her hand away. Unexpectedly, she staggered a bit, then... fell to the ground like a soft cake! An Noan saw that and quickly ran over. When the two of us were about to help Lam Bach Lo up, she hugged her stomach again, moaning softly: "Giang Dao... please, call an ambulance for me. I'm pregnant, still taking birth control pills." Hearing that, An Noan immediately turned to look at me, and I, after a moment of surprise, suddenly had a thought in my head. Tu Tinh Chau and she didn't just reunite that night. Last year, on my birthday, they met abroad. This year, Tu Tinh Chau also went abroad for work. He wholeheartedly helped Lam Bach Lo in the divorce case, not only spending his time but also spending money. So this baby in Lam Bach Lo's belly... is it Tu Tinh Chau's? All the strength, carelessness, and comfort that I had tried to pretend for so long, in this moment completely collapsed. I stood there, feeling like the whole world before my eyes became blurry. An Noan was scared and kept shaking me: "Dao Dao, Dao Dao, don't scare me. If you want to cry, just cry. Don't be like this, I'm so scared..." Tears welled up in my eyes, but there was an invisible hand squeezing my throat. I couldn't cry out loud, nor could I utter a single word. My throat was so tight

I couldn't breathe, and my heart felt like someone was twisting it, hurting and aching. I don't dare to think about those images, I don't dare to think about the scene of Tu Tinh Chau lying in bed with Lam Bach Lo. Not daring to think about how he kissed her, not daring to think about the words of love he whispered to her when they were cuddling each other. An ambulance took Lam Bach Lo to the hospital, and the nurse quickly pushed her into the examination room. Maybe because I drank something cold, my stomach also started to have a dull pain, so I went to the bathroom. There was a dark red blood stain on my underwear. I thought it was my period, so I took out a sanitary pad. When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Tu Tinh Chau quickly step out of the elevator and stride towards the clinic. His entire back exuded worry and panic. I suddenly felt like my legs were unsteady and I slowly leaned against the wall. When Tu Tinh Chau's figure disappeared, I turned around and left the hospital in a daze. On the way home, I received a call from my father. "Dao Dao, you and Tinh Chau... are going well, why are you divorcing?" Dad's voice sounded tired. "For a long time thanks to Tinh Chau, my business has been able to hold on, now... you have divorced him, all of my cooperation projects have been canceled, a loss of more than 20 million. Dao Dao, tell me, what should I do now?" I stood on the side of the road, looking at the sunlight. harshly shines down. People who don't have numbers do nothing. I got a divorce and got 20 million, but now I have to give it all to my father to make up for the loss. But even if I did that, I couldn't save anything. Without Tu Tinh Chau as my son-in-law, my father's business plummeted. I couldn't bear to see him still having to struggle for food and clothes at this age, so I started sending resumes everywhere to apply for jobs. In college, I studied design, but had no work experience so most employers flatly refused. Luckily, in the end a mid-range advertising company hired me. It's just that the salary during the probationary period is very low and the work is extremely difficult. Since childhood, my father loved me very much. My mother died early, and my father did not want to remarry because he was afraid that I would be abused by my stepmother. He raised me alone and never let me suffer, so I was somewhat pampered from a young age. Even though the work is very tiring, I still endure it. But the pain in my heart is not easy to ease. Especially when Tu Tinh Huyen used other people's phone numbers to send me a few photos. Those are all photos taken from Lam Bach Lo's personal page. In one photo, Lam Bach Lo gently placed his hand on his stomach, smiling gently, looking peaceful as if nothing could break it. The text accompanying the photo: "Safe and sound, lucky to have you, thank you for having such a person in my life, such a feeling, always by my side." I didn't show any emotions and silently blocked that number. But after that, strangely, Tu Tinh Huyen suddenly became silent and stopped bothering me. I threw myself into working overtime, not wanting to go home and face vague thoughts. However, while doing extra work, I stood up to get water and suddenly fainted. When I was taken to the hospital, when I woke up halfway, I called An Noan and asked her to come take care of me. When the doctor finished examining me and told me I was five weeks pregnant, my whole body was stunned. An Noan was unbearably happy and immediately planned to call Tu Tinh Chau. I quickly held her hand tightly. I, a mother, am not worth anything in his eyes, let alone my child. He doesn't love me, and he can't love the child in my belly. If I told you, you would just think that I was imitating Lam Bach Lo. That's right, I will

I just thought that even when I was pregnant, I had to imitate her. An Noan looked at my pale face and couldn't hold back her tears. I wanted to comfort her, but as soon as I opened my mouth, tears suddenly flowed out of my eyes. I don't want this child. I don't want my child to be like me, never receiving complete love. But I also don't have the heart to give up. The baby is mine and Tu Tinh Chau's. If it was a girl, could Tu Tinh Chau love her a little? If I were a boy, would I be able to be like him in the future, tall and handsome? I hugged my stomach tightly, curled up, not daring to think any more.