Chapter 10 — Marriage and Love Are Two Things, So Divorce Is Also My Thing

I picked up the phone. Take a photo. Do not turn on the flash. But the shutter sound sounded very clearly. Pho Thua Nghien immediately turned to look at me.

“What are you doing?”

I put the phone back in my pocket.

“Save evidence.”

“Lam Tri Hoa!”

His voice suddenly rose. I looked at him.

“Last time it was peeling shrimp.”

“This time it's about helping people.”

“What will it be next time?”

“Open a hotel room?”

Pho Thua Nghien's face immediately changed. Wen Shuyao also raised his head. Tears stopped. Even Tran Uc was stunned.

"Hotel?"

Pho Thua Nghien raised his voice.

“Do I have to talk about this here?”

I nodded. I took out a stack of printed documents from my bag. Place on turntable. Gently push one. The stack of papers slowly rotates to the middle of the table. Photo of the hotel hold. Positioning photo. Photo of Wen Shuyao's circle of friends. Photo of Pho Thua Nghien and her at the airport. Everyone in the room craned their necks to look. On Thu Dieu immediately stood up.

“You followed and secretly took pictures of us?”

I looked at her.

“Family accounts automatically sync.”

“Joint account statement of husband and wife.”

“Round of friends to make it public.”

“Tell me…”

“Is there such a thing as taking a secret photo?”

Her lips trembled.

“You are so scary.”

I smiled softly.

“I'm not scary.”

“I just know how to read.”

“Know how to tell the date.”

“Know how to save photos.”

Tran Uc picked up the hotel transaction copy. Turned to look at Pho Thua Nghien.

“Thua Nghien... this matter...”

Pho Thua Nghien's face was tense.

“I took her to the hotel.”

“She was drunk.”

I calmly said:

“At 16:11 p.m., she posted a circle of friends at the riverside apartment.”

“One twenty-nine in the morning, I swiped my card at the hotel.”

“So you two…”

“Who explained first?”

Wen Shu Dieu's face turned pale. She opened her mouth.

“I was in a bad mood that day.”

“I don't want to go home…”

I interrupted.

“You're in a bad mood…”

“Then why are you looking for my husband?”

She turned to look at Pho Thua Nghien. Tears fell again.

“Mr. Thua Nghien…”

“I didn't expect Tri Hoa to become like that.”

This sentence just ended. The entire private room suddenly fell silent. Even Tran Uc... didn't know how to respond. Pho Thua Nghien stood still in place. His face was gray. I recorded all the documents.

“Today's apology…”

“I accepted.”

“As for your explanations…”

“Let's talk to the lawyer.”

Pho Thua Nghien immediately chased after him. I stopped walking. His voice became much quieter.

“Let me take you home.”

I turned my head to look at him.

“You take her home first.”

“She's more easily stunned.”

His whole body stopped. Like being stabbed with a needle. I pushed the door open and walked out. Behind him, Wen Thu Dieu's voice was heard, trying to hold back his voice and calling out:

“Mr. Thua Nghien…”

I never turned around. The light from the hallway fell on the carpet. The sound of footsteps was absorbed very lightly. I went to the front of the elevator. Press the button down. Right when the elevator door was about to close. Pho Thua Nghien rushed in. He put his hands on the elevator wall. Heavy breathing.

“You didn't take her home.”

I looked at the reflection on the elevator door.

“It has nothing to do with me.”

His voice was hoarse.

“What do you want me to do?”

The elevator goes down to the first floor. I walked out. Pho Thua Nghien still stood there place. No more chasing. The next morning. Wen Shuyao posted a post to his friends circle. Do not mention anyone by name. There is only one photo taken of the car window on a rainy day. Attached status line:

"Sometimes meeting again is not a crime. Malicious inference is the blade."

We have many common friends. Half an hour later. Tran Uc clicked like. A classmate named Hua Hanh commented:

"I understand you. Don't take other people's marriage problems on yourself."

I looked at that comment. There wasn't any reaction. Ten minutes later. The company receptionist called me.

“Miss Tri Hoa, downstairs there is a lady named On who wants to see you.”

“No see.”

The receptionist lowered his voice.

“She cried a lot.”

“Many people are standing and watching.”

I put down the plan in my hand. Go downstairs. In the lobby. Wen Shu Dieo stood in the reception area. Both eyes were red. There were a few curious people standing around watching. Just saw me. She immediately stepped forward.

“I really can't stand it anymore.”

“Why did you tell the story between me and Mr. Thua Nghien to so many people?”

I stopped. Stand two steps away from her.

“Who do I tell?”

She bit her lip.

“There were so many people in the private room last night.”

“You took out all those photos…”

“Isn't it just to destroy you?”