Chapter 6 — I Don't Need Your Blessings

“Tri Y, I listen to you.” I took a step back. “Brother Giang, please respect yourself.” His eyes were bloodshot. “Tri Y, I beg you.” “Give me five minutes.” “Just five minutes.” I raised my hand and looked at the clock. “I have thirty seconds left.” He was stunned. “I... I have already paid you the house.” “The money has also been transferred to the lawyer's account.” “To Van Duong's child is not mine, I was deceived.” “I forgive you.” Forgive me just once, okay?" After listening, I burst out laughing. "Giang Chi Nghien, do you feel particularly sorry for yourself?" "Cuckolded? Fooled?" "Have you ever thought, I'm the biggest idiot?" He opened his mouth. "You..." I interrupted him. "You stayed with me for five years to get close to To Van Duong." "The night of my father's funeral, the two of you lay together." "You gave up the house that my father used. in exchange, write her name." "In order to protect her, you pushed me onto the tea table." "My child, just like that, no more." "Now you say you forgive me?" "Are you worthy?" His face was pale, his whole body trembling. "I know I'm not worthy." "But I really know I was wrong." "Without you, I can't live." I leaned close to him, squeezing every word. "Then go and die." go." "Go a little further away, don't dirty my eyes." He took a step back, as if someone had stabbed a knife right in front of his chest. I turned around and went into the building. The access control door closed before his eyes. He sat down on the ground, like an empty sack. The next morning, the senior told me, "The other person was pulled away by an ambulance." "He had frostbite and a high fever, he must have been in bed for a few days." I said yes. "Please tell the management, don't let strangers into the campus in the future." The senior looked at me, wanting to say it again. "Tri Y, you're quite cruel."09After Giang Chi Nghien returned home, he went completely crazy. He didn't eat or drink and locked himself in a small rented house. Debt collectors come to the door every day. He locked the door and pretended to be dead. But the debt collection messages on the phone exploded one by one. "Mr. Giang, you are thirty days overdue." "If you still don't pay, we will apply for enforcement." He took one look, threw the phone into the corner of the wall. "What else do I have to do now?" The bank card balance was only three digits. The house is not his. The job is long gone. Even the decent European clothes have been sold. He lives as the laughing stock of the whole city. His mother cried every day. "Son, cheer up a bit." "If you've lost Lam Tri Y, you can still find someone else." He threw the pillow over. "What do you know?" "There is no second Lam Tri Y in this world." His mother covered her face and ran away. He became addicted to alcohol. Sleep during the day, drink at night. All photos of Lam Tri Y are saved in the phone. Five years. More than eighteen hundred plates. He turned over the plates one by one. The more you flip, the more it hurts. It turned out that when she smiled at him, her eyes lit up so much. Turns out she bought him basketball shoes, and I've been wearing the same jacket for three years. It turned out that every time she said "it's okay", her eye sockets turned red. Why didn't he see it before? He smashed the wine bottle on the ground. "I really deserve to die." At the same time, To Van Duong was no better. She held her child and was kicked out by her family. Her father declared. "I don't have this daughter." "I lost face and shame." She went to find Giang Chi Nghien. As soon as the door opened, she rushed in. "Chi Nghien, I only have you." Giang Chi Nghien looked at her, his eyes like trash. "Go away." "Haven't you harmed me enough?" To Van Duong cried until he couldn't breathe. "Even though the baby is not yours, the person I love is you." Giang Chi Nghien strangled her with one hand. "Love?" "Do you understand what love is?" "Are you worthy?" To Van Duong was afraid. to scream loudly. Neighbors called the police. Giang Chi Nghien

was sent to be educated. After going out, he became even more silent. He registered a secondary account to secretly follow Lam Tri Y. She rarely posts statuses. But every time she posts, there is bright sunlight. "Rebirth." "Today's test passed." "Mom's follow-up results are very good." "The cherry blossoms in the Alps are blooming." She gets better and better. As for him, rotting in the mud. Late one night, he surfed the livestream of an academic conference. Lam Tri Y stood on stage, wearing a white blouse, speaking confidently and fluently. The comments flew by like crazy. "You're so beautiful, I love you." "What kind of sane heroine is this?" "My ex-lover will probably burn his CPU after watching it?" He stared at the screen, his eyes not daring to blink. She has become thinner. Also brighter. Like a cleaned star. As for him, he doesn't even have the qualifications to look up at her. Some netizens dug up his new account. The comment area immediately collapsed. "Low-class men, are you still stalking people?" "The ex-husband's mental state is worrying." "Laughing to death, the funeral cremation ground has also burned down."