Chapter 11 — Marriage and Love Are Two Things, So Divorce Is Also My Thing

In the hall, whispers began to echo. I saw a few colleagues in the company coming out of the elevator, their steps also slowed down. Wen Shu Dieu really knows how to choose a location. A workday afternoon. Right in the company lobby. She puts herself in the role of victim. Waiting for me to lose my temper. I turned on the recording function on my phone and put it in my pocket. This is not illegal recording in private spaces. This is a public lobby. She took the initiative to come find me to talk. I'm just defending myself.

“Wen Shuyao.”

“You came here today…”

“What do you want me to do?”

Tears fell from her eyes.

“I want you to delete all of that.”

“Don't pressure Mr. Thua Nghien anymore.”

“Don't continue to misunderstand us.”

“You and Pho Thua Nghien stayed at the hotel until morning…”

“Is that also a misunderstanding?”

Her face was pale. The voice suddenly rose.

“We didn't do anything!”

I calmly looked at her.

“I asked…”

“Are you two going to be there until morning?”

She choked. The surroundings are quieter. I continue to ask:

“Hotel money...”

“Is it paid from the joint account of me and Deputy Thua Nghien?”

Her eyes avoided.

"I don't know."

“Don't you know who paid?”

"Mr. Thua Nghien insisted on returning it, I couldn't stop him."

She hastily explained.

“But I will give it back to you.”

I nodded.

“1,688 yuan.”

“Transfer money to me today.”

The tears on her face seemed to stop. In the crowd of people watching... Some people couldn't help but laugh. Wen Shu Yao's face was sometimes white, sometimes red.

“Do you have to force people so much?”

I looked at her.

“She ran to my company crying.”

“Tell me I'll ruin you.”

“Now I just ask you to return the money.”

“And yet you say I push you too hard?”

She tightened her grip on the bag strap.

“You don't understand Mr. Thua Nghien.”

“He married you…”

“It's because you're suitable to live with.”

“But human life…”

“It can't just be everyday life.”

Finally... The truth is revealed. The entire hall was completely silent. I heard the receptionist quietly take a breath. I looked at Wen Shuyao. She also realized what she had just said. Lips moved slightly. I took a step forward.

“So you mean…”

“You are in charge of his soul.”

“And I'm in charge of paying the mortgage?”

Wen Shu Dieu's face turned pale. I took out my phone. Open the QR code to receive money.

“Pay for the hotel first.”

She stared at the QR code. Fingertips tremble.

“Lam Tri Hoa.”

“You insult others too much.”

“Wen Shuyao.”

I kept the phone intact.

“When you spend money from other people's spouses…”

“Staying with someone else's husband all night…”

“Why don't you feel humiliated?”

Her tears fell even harder. She turned around to leave. I spoke up behind her.

“You came to my company today.”

“Tell me I'll ruin you.”

“I recorded the whole thing.”

“In the future, if there are any words that say I am slanderous, coercive, or have mental problems…”

“I will directly send a letter to the lawyer.”

Her steps stopped. The back is stiff. I say one more sentence.

“Malice status line inferred on friend circle...”

“It's up to you whether you want to delete it or not.”

“I took a screenshot.”

Wen Shuyao did not turn back. Step on your shoes walking out of the hall in high heels. A wind blew from the door. Her hair was blown tousled. The whole person looked extremely struggling. The group of colleagues also gradually dispersed. The receptionist approached.

“Miss Tri Hoa, do you need me to call security for you?”

I shook my head.

"No need."

“Thank you.”

Return to your seat. I just sat down. Pho Thua Nghien's phone call came in. I answered the phone. The first question he asked was:

“Have you come to make things difficult for Thu Dieu?”

I looked at the plan on the computer screen. The sour feeling in my stomach rose again.

“She ran to my company crying.”

“Don't you know?”

The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

“She said I forced her to pay for the hotel.”

“Shouldn't we pay?”

Pho Thua Nghien tried to suppress his anger.

“Lam Tri Hoa.”

“Just over a thousand yuan.”

“Do I have to make things so unsightly?”

I laughed.

“Deputy Thua Nghien.”

“You are really interesting.”

"If you use shared assets to open a hotel room for her, it won't be unsightly."

“I told her to return the money…”

“Then it becomes unsightly.”

His breathing suddenly became heavier.

“I told you.”

“Reservations are not for...”

“You don't need to explain to me.”

I interrupted him.

“You should explain to the judge.”

He was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly the voice calmed down.

“My mother couldn't sleep again last night.”

“Mom said if I insist on a divorce…”

“I will come find your mother to talk.”