Chapter 12 — Marriage and Love Are Two Things, So Divorce Is Also My Thing

My fingertips stopped.

“Are you threatening me?”

“I'm not threatening.”

“I just hope you calm down.”

I stood up. Go into the tea room. Close the door.

“Deputy Thua Nghien.”

“Just let your mother come find my mother and see.”

His voice immediately tensed up.

“What do you mean?”

I say every word clearly.

“My mother was divorced.”

“She wouldn't advise me to be patient.”

“She just took me shopping for a new mattress.”

“To congratulate me...”

“There is no need to continue sleeping in a rotten marriage.”

The other end of the line was completely silent. I hung up. That evening. When I got home. There are two suitcases in front of the door. Pho Thua Nghien sat on the sofa. Both eyes were red. Guest room... Has been cleaned. Finally... He took a step back. I'm just sorry... It's too late. I walked past the door. He stood up.

“I've already moved the things out.”

“Can you not sue?”

I looked at him.

"Cannot."

The corners of his eyes turned red. His voice was so hoarse that it almost broke.

“I really never wanted to lose you.”

I change shoes. Raise your head to look at him.

“Just...”

“I never thought…”

“I will really leave.”

Before the petition was filed in court, Deputy Thua Nghien began to counterattack. First is on the friends circle. He posted a photo of an empty living room, along with the status line:

“What marriage needs is communication, not judgment.”

The comments section quickly became bustling. Tran Uc commented:

“Do your best, guys.”

Hua Hanh commented:

“There are people at the company who like to be the boss, and when they go home, they also want to be the boss.”

Someone else said:

"Your sister-in-law looks really terrible. Thua Nghien has worked hard."

I looked at those comments. Don't click like. Didn't answer either. Ten minutes later. I posted a post to my friends circle, only mutual friends could see it. Nine photos. The first photo is a screenshot of the conversation at the party that day, when Wen Shuyao evaluated me. The second photo is a photo of Pho Thua Nghien peeling shrimp for her. The third photo is a photo of him holding white roses at the airport to pick her up. The fourth plate is a restaurant receipt. The fifth photo is a photo of the hotel hold. The sixth photo is a positioning photo. The seventh photo is a transcription of a conversation with Wen Shuyao under my company. The eighth photo is a post on Pho Thua Nghien's friend circle. The ninth sheet is the title of the draft lawyer's letter. The caption has only one sentence.

“Can communicate, but cannot slander.”

The phone was silent for five minutes. Tran Uc deleted the comment he just posted. Hua Hanh also deleted. Deputy Thua Nghien called me. I refuse. He texted:

“Why do I have to post everything?”

I replied:

“It was you who opened the curtain first.”

He texted back:

“You didn't mention anyone's name.”

"Me too."

He didn't answer anymore. Nine o'clock in the evening. Mother-in-law comes again. This time she did not bring soup. In his hand he holds a bunch of keys. Open the door yourself and step in. I am sitting in the living room. Raise your head to look at her.

“Next time, before entering the house, please knock on the door first.”

The mother-in-law's face was very unsightly.

“Do you have to knock on the door when you come to your son's house?”

“This is also my home.”

Her throat was blocked. Turn around and call out:

“Thua Nghien!”

Pho Thua Nghien walked out of the guest room. Face full of fatigue. Mother-in-law smashed the keys on the tea table.

“Rot How long are you two going to make a fuss?”

“The neighbors also asked my mother.”

“They asked if Thua Nghien had someone else outside.”

“Where is my honor left?”

“I can tell them.”

“It's true that his boundaries with the opposite sex are unclear.”

Mother-in-law glared at me.

“Lam Tri Hoa.”

“I was never like that before.”

"In the past, I peeled fruit for my mother, took her to get a health check-up, and bought her gifts on holidays."

“Of course mom will see you well.”

I looked straight at her.

“Now I can't hold back anymore.”

“That's why I see you've changed.”

The mother-in-law's lips trembled.

“Are you going to force our whole family to death?”

Pho Thua Nghien immediately frowned.

“Don't say that.”

I stood up. Go to the tea table. Pick up the keys. Then put it in a drawer.

"I'll keep this key for now."

“If you want to come in the future, please let me know in advance.”

The mother-in-law raised her hand to snatch it back.

“What do you rely on?”

I closed the drawer.

“Based on…”

“I am also a co-owner of this house.”

She turned to look at Pho Thua Nghien.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch him treat me like that?”

Pho Thua Nghien put his hand between his eyebrows.