Chapter 2 — Husband Says First Love Doesn't Feel Safe, I Always Change the Locks

Seeing me, he first breathed a sigh of relief, but soon his face turned gloomy.

“How long do you want to make a fuss?”

I don't let him enter the house. Just give him a paper bag. Inside were shirts, ties, a bag of toiletries and the car keys he often used. Chu Nghien took a look and his face immediately changed.

“What do you mean?”

“Things you need for work.”

“What do you mean by asking me!”

I looked straight at him.

“If you want to step through this door in the future, you must make an appointment in advance.”

He was so angry that he burst out laughing.

“Tham Tri Y, this is your house.”

I nodded.

“I used to think the same way before.”

He raised his hand to push the door. I took a step back. The surveillance camera was pointing straight at him.

“Chu Nghien, I bought this house before registering my marriage.”

“I'm also paying the loan.”

“My name is on the house book.”

“Before, you were able to come in because I was willing to leave the door open for you.”

“Now I don't want it anymore.”

His hand stopped in mid-air. At that moment, Lam Nguyet stepped out of the elevator. She was wearing his jacket, her hair was loose around her shoulders, her eyes were red. Seeing me, she was a little stunned and then said in a low voice:

“Miss Tri Y, don't misunderstand.”

I looked at her.

“You came at the right time.”

Lam Nguyet bit her lip.

"Last night was my fault. I was really scared. The water pipes kept making noises. I was alone and didn't dare to sleep, so I called A Nghien."

“Don't you know how to call the building management?”

Her face immediately stiffened.

“I just returned home so I'm not very familiar with it.”

“So you don't know the police phone number?”

Her face immediately turned red and her eyes quickly watered. Chu Nghien immediately stepped forward to block her.

"Tham Tri Y, can you talk less harshly? She is already shy."

I looked at that protective gesture. Very proficient. Before, his mother scolded me for not knowing how to take care of my child, and he stood by silently. His sister took apart my cosmetics, he said we were all one family. I carried Tieu Vu with a high fever to the hospital, while he was fixing the water pipes at Lam Nguyet's house. Now I just asked a question about the management's phone number, and he immediately felt like he had his tail stepped on. I laughed.

“Okay, she's a coward.”

“Then take her to the company right away.”

Chu Nghien frowned.

“What do you want to do again?”

"She doesn't feel safe at home alone, doesn't feel safe going to work, doesn't feel safe eating, doesn't feel safe watching movies, doesn't feel safe moving house, and doesn't even feel safe when fixing plumbing."

I stuffed the paper bag into his lap.

"Such a great responsibility, remember to carry twenty-four out of twenty-four hours with you."

Lam Nguyet's tears immediately fell.

"Miss Tri Y, I really don't want to destroy your family."

I interrupted her:

“Don't call me sister.”

“My parents only gave birth to me.”

Chu Nghien's face became extremely unsightly.

“Do you have to make everyone lose face to accept it?”

I nodded.

"That's right."

"Because last night, when Tieu Vu had a fever of thirty-nine degrees, no one gave her a way out."

His expression stiffened. Before closing the door, I looked at him once last.

“Chu Nghien, from today onwards, I will take back the sense of security of this family.”

The door closed. Outside, Lam Nguyet's deliberately suppressed cry rang out. She cried very well. Don't raise your voice. Don't bother anyone. Just enough to make Chu Nghien heartbroken. Ten minutes later, he sent a text message.

"You're too impatient right now. We should calm down for a while."

I replied: Then directly remove him from the family group. Removed from the parent drop-off group of Tieu Vu kindergarten. Cancel his permission to open the door with fingerprint. Change all smart device passwords in the house. Conveniently delete the food delivery address he often uses. At twelve noon, he found out. When the phone call came, I was cooking porridge for Tieu Vu.

“Tham Tri Y, did you kick me out of the kindergarten group?”

“I don't use it.”

His voice started to burn.

“I am Tieu Vu's father!”

I turned down the stove heat.

"Last night when Tieu Vu had a fever, I reminded you about this father's identity."

“But you didn't answer the phone.”

Chu Nghien paused for a moment.

“Yesterday was a special case.”

“Which time is not special?”

I put down the spoon.

"Lam Nguyet's stomach ache is special."

“Lam Nguyet moving house is special.”

"Lam Nguyet's broken light bulb is special."

“Lam Nguyet being drunk is special.”

"Lam Nguyet had a nightmare, which is also special."

“Chu Nghien, your special cases are too many.”

“There were so many that this family didn't have room to line up anymore.”

On the other end of the line came the sound of colleagues talking. Someone asked him:

“Manager Chu, are you still going to eat this afternoon?”

Chu Nghien lowered his voice:

“I'll come home tonight, let's talk properly.”

“Remember to make an appointment in advance.”

He tried to suppress his anger:

“Do you really consider yourself the building management board?”

I looked at the boiling pot of porridge.

“Before, I was really like the management board.”

“Twenty-four hours on duty, free repairs, free cleaning, free transportation, and also comforting the residents' emotions.”

“Now the management is out of business.”

He hung up. In the afternoon, the mother-in-law arrived. She didn't give any warning. Standing outside the door ringing the bell, carrying a bag of fruit in his hand. I opened the door, just a crack. As soon as she saw me, she frowned.

"Tri Y, what are you doing? If a husband and wife quarrel, they argue. Who locks the husband outside the door?"

I won't let her in.

“Mom, is there anything wrong?”

“Of course I do.”

She stuffed the bag of fruit into my hand.

“A Nghien stood outside in the cold for half the night last night, don't you feel sorry for him?”

I bowed my head and looked at the fruit bag. Two apples, three tangerines. In it was an apple that had been blackened. I smiled softly.

“If you love him so much, then take him home to live with you.”

The mother-in-law's face immediately darkened.

"What do you mean by that? If an adult man comes to live with his parents, what will outsiders think?"

I nodded.

"So what will outsiders think when you're at your first love's house?"

She choked. Very quickly he said again: