Chapter 8 — Husband Gives Up My VIP Delivery Room To His First Love

His eyes were red. It's like at this moment... I'm truly afraid.

“I just made a mistake that any man would make.”

Duong Duyet immediately scolded:

“Don't insult men.”

“Even the trash can doesn't contain trash like yours.”

I went to the door. Then stop walking.

“Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, Civil Affairs Department.”

“If you don't come…”

“I will make the remaining videos public one by one.”

His voice trembled.

“Still…still there?”

Trieu Lam raised his hand to gently touch the camera on his collar.

“You two talked in the delivery room for seven hours.”

The next morning. Liu Hui did not go to the Civil Affairs Department. Exactly nine o'clock. I sat in the hall, holding my daughter in my arms. The baby slept very well. Plump, rosy cheeks. Duong Duyet sat next to me. At his feet was a large bag filled with documents. Half past nine. Luu Huy sent a message.

“My mother is sick, I have to go to the hospital.”

Duong Duyet glanced at him and smiled coldly.

“Yesterday at the party, I still got up and hit someone.”

“I fell ill today.”

“What a miracle of medicine.”

I only answered with one word. I sent the second video to his supervisor. This part was not filmed in the delivery room. It's in the hotel hallway. Liu Hui and Lam Tu Tu stood in a corner. Lam Tu Tu asked him:

“What if your wife refuses to give up the house?”

Luu Huy replied:

“She is soft-hearted, not hard-hearted.”

"You go home and coax her a few words, she'll soften right away."

“If it still doesn't work…”

"Let's say your mother was so angry that she made her sick."

Finish watching the video. Duong Duyet laughed so much that he slapped his thighs continuously.

“You really guessed his plan right away.”

“Luu Huy's head…”

“If you cook soup, you probably won't even need to add water.”

Ten minutes later. Luu Huy called. I picked up the phone. As soon as he opened his mouth, he shouted:

“On Niem, what exactly do you want?”

I looked at the couples going in and out of the hall. Some people came holding hands. There are also people with cold faces.

“Are you sure you have to force me to death before you agree?”

"The leader forced him to temporarily suspend his work, saying the impact was too bad."

“Are you satisfied now?”

“When you forged my signature…”

“You should have thought about the consequences.”

“I am your husband.”

“Why do husband and wife have an overnight feud?”

“I had a hard time giving birth last night…”

"You're in the VIP delivery room sleeping with Lam Tu Tu again."

“This feud... didn't just happen overnight.”

His voice softened.

“Nem Niem.”

“I admit I didn't handle it well.”

“You can break it off with Tu Tu.”

“I don't care about the baby anymore.”

“Can you give me one more chance?”

I calmly asked:

“Does Lam Tu Tu know what I just said?”

The other end of the line immediately went silent. I picked up the other phone. Transfer all call recordings... to Lam Tu Tu. Duong Duyet gave me a thumbs up. Two minutes later, Luu Huy's phone rang out Lam Tu Tu's shrill scream.

"Luu Huy, what did you just say? You said you don't need the baby anymore? Yesterday you said you would marry me."

Luu Huy immediately panicked.

“Tu Tu, listen to my explanation first.”

I hung up. Duong Duyet laughed so much that he couldn't stand up straight.

“Dog bites dog, it's really delicious to watch.”

At that moment, Luu Huy rushed into the lobby. Hair is messy, tie is tilted to one side. Lam Tu Tu also hugged the baby and ran after him Entering, there was Vuong Que Lan behind. As soon as she entered the door, Vuong Que Lan cried loudly.

"Oh my god, it's cruel. On Niem, you've ruined our family like this, now you want to divorce and take away the baby?"

The staff there frowned and reminded.

“Please keep order, don't make noise.”

Vuong Que Lan immediately sat down on the ground.

"Everyone, come quickly and see. The rich daughter-in-law then criticizes her poor husband, and won't even let her granddaughter recognize her ancestors."

I hugged my daughter and stood up.

“Yesterday, you even said that she was just a girl.”

“Do you want to accept your ancestors today?”

A woman who was doing procedures next to her heard this and said a contemptuous sentence.

“What kind of person you don't know.”

Vuong Que Lan's cries immediately choked up. Lam Tu Tu rushed in front of Liu Huy and stuffed the baby into his arms.

“You said you would take responsibility.”

“I can't leave you alone because she has money.”

Liu Huy couldn't hold him either. But if you don't carry it, it won't be done. He turned to look at me.

“Nien Niem, look at it.”

“She just gave birth and is mentally unstable.”

I calmly replied:

“That's good.”

“At least I'm more relieved than I was on the day I gave birth.”

The staff stepped forward.

“Did you two finally go through the procedure or not?”

I showed my papers. Luu Huy tightened the papers in his hand. But still didn't move. Lam Tu Tu stared at him.

“Do you really want to divorce her?”

Vuong Que Lan stood up from the ground and pulled Liu Huy's hand tightly.

“No divorce allowed.”

"After the divorce, the On family's money will be lost."

“Huy, don't be confused.”

Her voice is not loud. But the people around could hear it clearly. Luu Huy's face turned red. As if someone had just slapped him directly. I looked at him.

“It turns out... I refused to divorce because of money.”

He immediately panicked.

"Not."

“Nien Niem, I have feelings for you.”

Duong Duyet immediately asked:

“What kind of love?”

"Do you love taking your wife's money to support your child?"

I don't want to keep wasting time.