Chapter 4 — I Don't Need Your Blessings

“Thuong Lam Tri Y, let the dogs eat after five years.” “Suggest we lock each other up, stop harming others.” I passed by with an expressionless face. The child is gone, the father is gone, the house is almost gone. This little excitement cannot be compensated for. The boarding announcement rang. I put my phone away and helped my mother onto the wheelchair ramp. Finally, I turned around and looked at this city. No attachment. There is only hatred. As the plane took off, the city below the clouds became smaller and smaller. My mother woke up and held my hand. "Tri Y, we're going to a new place, we'll have a good life." I leaned my head on her shoulder. "Yes, a good life." Outside the plane window, the sunlight was blinding. I finally left that abyss. At the same time, there was a landslide in the country. Giang Chi Nghien's photo was spread all over the internet. The video of To Van Duong fainting in front of the police station was turned into a comedy video. The account "Van Duong Don't Cry" had a large number of records of naval purchases removed. Even her black history in college when she stole someone else's boyfriend was dug up. Giang Chi Nghien's company acted even faster. Completely disregarding his position as director, that afternoon he issued a notice of dismissal. "Due to personal ethical issues, from today on, the labor relationship will be terminated." To Van Duong's father, right at the wedding scene, his blood pressure skyrocketed and he went to the hospital again. Giang Chi Nghien's mother sat on the ground crying. "That whore ruined my son!" Unfortunately, no one sympathized with her. Comments flew by. "Auntie, your son did it himself." "Thank you, this time it's called evil and evil."06Winter in Zurich is very cold. There is no Giang Chi Nghien, no To Van Duong, no those chaotic rumors. My mother had surgery and recovered better than expected. The doctor said to wait another month and it would stabilize. I sat on my apartment balcony, holding a cup of hot cocoa. The senior in the lab next door sent a text message. "Tri Y, your project report is really well written. The professor said he wanted to put your name on it." I smiled. "Thank you." I opened my friend circle. Previously, I was afraid of having my personal information mined, so I closed all social networks. Now that I've changed my number, I conveniently post a photo of the balcony landscape. The caption had only two words: "Rebirth." Unexpectedly, there were hundreds of likes immediately below. Many are old classmates in the country. "Tri Y, are you okay?" "I heard you're abroad, fighting!" "That male and female dog couple has met with retribution, cheers!" I chose a few comments to reply. The rest don't care. Three days later, the senior sent another link. "Look, it's a hot search in the country again." I opened it. This is a video of Giang Chi Nghien being interviewed after being released on bail awaiting trial. His beard was unshaven, his eyes were dark, and his suit was wrinkled. The reporter pressed the microphone in his face. "Mr. Giang, regarding Ms. Lam Tri Y's accusations, do you have anything to say?" He opened his mouth, taking half a day to squeeze out a sentence. "It's my fault to her." "I want to meet her once, apologize to her." The comment area was full of sarcasm. To Van Duong's child was born. Is a boy. Giang Chi Nghien visited once. Away from the incubator, he looked at the other baby and suddenly felt a bit strange. Eyebrows don't look like him. Not similar at all. There was a loud thud in his heart. On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he secretly took the baby's hair and blood for testing. A week later, the results came in. Not biological child. Giang Chi Nghien stared at that piece of paper, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He rushed back to the hospital room, threw the report on To Van Duong's face. "Please explain." To Van Duong's face was pale, still pretending. "Chi Nghien, did you get the wrong sample?" "This baby is my child." Giang Chi Nghien's eyes reddened, one hand squeezing her chin. "Do you still want it?"

How long have you lied to me?" To Van Duong finally cried. Not the weak, pitiful way of crying before. But truly panicked. "I admit... that night I was drunk..." "The baby belongs to my ex-boyfriend..." "But I love you, Chi Nghien, I want to be with you..." Giang Chi Nghien suddenly let her go. He took two steps back. His whole body seemed to be drained. He suddenly remembered many things. Remembering you. I chased Lam Tri Y just to get close to To Van Duong. Remembering Lam Tri Yen telling him every single thing about To Van Duong's interests, he felt like a clown from head to toe. "Chi Nghien, please forgive me..." Giang Chi Nghien turned around and left "Laugh to death, some are green, others are green." "This time, Giang Chi Nghien is in the atmosphere, and as a result, he finds out that he is the clown." "To Van Duong is really at the top of the top, even he doesn't know who the father is." "I suggest you two lock each other up, absolutely don't go to the market." Giang Chi Nghien's situation is even worse. The company doesn't need him friends avoid him.