Chapter 6 — Husband Says First Love Doesn't Feel Safe, I Always Change the Locks

I stood up and took out a printed piece of paper. Give it to him. Chu Nghien lowered his head to look. The title at the top is: FAMILY RESPONSIBILITY HANDOVER TABLE Section One. Picking up Tieu Vu on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays is in charge of Chu Nghien. Second item. Buy food for dinner, no less than three times a week. Third item. Family bills are separate from personal expenses, whoever spends it is their own responsibility. Fourth item. Fourth item. Both parents take care of their own affairs. Fifth item. People of the opposite sex call for help in the middle of the night and are no longer allowed to use family resources. The more Chu Nghien read, the more unsightly his face became.

“Are you managing me like an employee?”

I shook my head.

“Employees still have salaries.”

“And you are making up for the missing work.”

He put the paper down.

“Tham Tri Y, do we have to go to this extent?”

I ask in return:

“What if not?”

“Continue to let me take care of the child, while you stay with your first love?”

“I deal with your mother, and you deal with your first love?”

“I take care of this house, and you stay with your first love?”

He rubbed his forehead with his hand.

“I told you, she only needs help temporarily.”

I nodded.

“Then go ahead and help.”

“If you don't sign this list, I will default to you choosing Lam Nguyet.”

Chu Nghien raised his head and looked at me.

“Are you using this to threaten me?”

“Not a threat.”

I calmly replied:

“It's an announcement.”

At that moment, Tieu Vu, who was playing puzzles in the living room, suddenly spoke:

“Mom, tomorrow I want to eat the wontons you made.”

I turned my head. Chu Nghien looked at Tieu Vu. It seemed like he wanted to say something. But in the end, he still picked up the pen and signed his name at the end of the list. After signing, he asked:

“Are you satisfied now?”

I put the paper away.

“It remains to be seen how you do it.”

That night, he stayed at home. But not allowed in the master bedroom. I told him to sleep in the office. Chu Nghien stood in front of the bedroom door, his face extremely ugly.

“Tham Tri Y, don't be too harsh.”

I stuffed the blanket into his arms.

"Lam Nguyet doesn't feel safe at home alone."

"You're a grown man, sleeping in the office must be stronger than her."

He stared at me. I also looked straight back. Finally, he hugged the blanket and went into the office. Before closing the door, he threw back a sentence:

“There will come a day when you will regret it.”

I turned off the light. My biggest regret is changing the locks too late. The next morning, Chu Nghien took Tieu Vu to kindergarten for the first time. He doesn't even know where her schoolbag is. Standing in the middle of the living room asked:

“Where is Tieu Vu's glass of water?”

I sat in front of the dining table, leisurely eating breakfast.

"Don't know."

“Where is my uniform?”

"Don't know."

“What should I bring today?”

"Don't know."

Finally he couldn't hold it in anymore.

“Why don't you know anything?”

I raised my head to look at him.

“Aren't you her father?”

Tieu Vu ran into the room herself, carried her school bag and went out.

“Dad, the glass of water is on the side of the bag.”

"I already wore the uniform yesterday, I don't need to wear it today."

"The teacher said to bring leaves today, not toys."

Chu Nghien was stunned by his daughter's arrangement. I looked at him.

“Hear that?”

“Your daughter knows better than you.”

A look of loss appeared on his face nature. Before going out the door, Tieu Vu looked at me.

“Mom, won't you take me today?”

I walked over and squatted down.

“Dad took me away today.”

The girl glanced at Chu Nghien, looking a bit uneasy. I said softly:

“If you feel uncomfortable, call mom.”

Tieu Vu nodded. After the door closed, I returned to the dining table. For the first time on a working morning, I quietly ate a bowl of porridge. Half an hour later, Chu Nghien called. The phone was filled with traffic sounds.

“Why can't you park in front of the kindergarten gate?”

“Morning rush hour of course is not possible.”

“So where do you park?”

“Roadside parking.”

“Had to walk eight hundred meters.”

He tried to suppress his frustration.

“Is it like that every day?”

“Is it the same on rainy days?”

He was silent. After a moment, he said in a low voice:

"Just now, Tieu Vu asked me why my mother used to always pick me up and pick me up."

I also kept quiet for a bit.

“How do you answer?”

“You said you were busy.”

I smiled softly.

“Pretty honest.”

He felt like he was stabbed in a sore spot.

“Tham Tri Y, can you stop being sarcastic in every sentence?”

"Cannot."

“The thorns grow because there are too many things that pierce them.”

After hanging up the phone, I started working. I have my own job. It's just that Chu Nghien and his family always think that my online operation job is not a serious career. Because I work from home. Because I can pick up my child. Because I can cook rice. Because I can deal with the Zhou family's troubles at any time. In their eyes, as long as I can call and come, it means I'm not busy. At ten o'clock in the morning, I'm having an online meeting. Mother-in-law's phone call came.