Chapter 9 — Marriage and Love Are Two Things, So Divorce Is Also My Thing

I said calmly.

“Wait until your wife uses her shared savings to rent a hotel with her ex-boyfriend…”

“Then come and teach me about life.”

Tran Uc's face immediately darkened. Pho Thua Nghien lowered his voice. I turned to look at him.

“Do you think that's enough?”

The atmosphere in front of the door froze. I turned around and picked up my bag. Passed by the two of them and went out.

“At eight o'clock tonight…”

“Don't you guys want to have a date?”

Pho Thua Nghien frowned.

“Are you really going?”

I pressed the elevator button. The elevator door opens. I walked in. Turned his head to look at the two of them.

“I wanted to apologize directly…”

“Remember to call enough people.”

Eight o'clock in the evening. It's still the same restaurant. Still a private room on the second floor. Only one thing is different. It wasn't Pho Thua Nghien who brought me here. But I came on my own. When I pushed the door open. Inside was full of people. Wen Shuyao wore a white woven sweater. Eye circles are covered with a layer of powder. She sat next to Pho Thua Nghien. The shoulders are slightly contracted. Tran Uc sat opposite. As soon as he saw me enter, he immediately stood up.

“Sister-in-law is here, please sit down.”

I didn't move. Pho Thua Nghien stepped forward. Try to pull out a chair for me. I looked at that chair. Last time... I sat on his left. And this time... Wen Shuyao was sitting there.

"No need."

I pulled the chair furthest away from them. Then sit down. Everyone in the room looked at each other. Tran Uc gently cleared his throat.

“Sister-in-law, last night everyone talked without moderation.”

“Today I invite you to come…”

“I want to clear up misunderstandings.”

I picked up the cup of tea. But don't drink.

“Who apologized?”

Tran Uc was stunned. I looked at him.

“Didn't you say you wanted to apologize?”

“Who started first?”

No one spoke up. Wen Shuyao bowed his head. Fingertips continuously rubbed the rim of the cup. Pho Thua Nghien spoke up.

“Tri Hoa, don't be like that.”

I looked up at him.

"How?"

He lowered his voice.

“Everyone is here.”

I smiled softly.

“Just because everyone was present…”

“That's why I wanted to ask clearly.”

Tran Uc's face was hot. He gritted his teeth and said.

“I apologize in advance.”

“Sister-in-law, I shouldn't have joked like that last night.”

“You shouldn't follow everyone else.”

“Sorry, sister.”

I nodded.

“I accept.”

Tran Uc immediately breathed a sigh of relief. I turned to look at Wen Shuyao. She raised her head. The rims of the eyes are red.

“Tri Hoa, sorry.”

“I really don't want to hurt you.”

“It's just been too long since I've seen Mr. Thua Nghien.”

"So for the time being, don't keep your temper."

“Which sentence is not in moderation?”

She was stunned.

“What do you mean?”

“You said that the previous Pho Thua Nghien didn't like my personality type.”

“You said I was very different from his ideal type.”

“She said that if he were in love, he would never choose me.”

I calmly repeated each sentence.

“What did you apologize for?”

Wen Shu Dieu's tears sparkled on his eyelashes.

“I apologize to everyone.”

“Then repeat.”

I looked straight at her.

“Say that…”

“You shouldn't stand in front of your current wife…”

“Using past intimacy to trample her.”

Wen Shu Dieu's face turned pale. Pho Thua Nghien immediately spoke up.

“Don't force her.”

I turned my head to look at him.

“See for yourself.”

“It's like that again.”

Pho Thua Nghien paused. I pointed towards Wen Shuyao.

“She doesn't know what she's talking about To a certain extent, I misunderstood.”

“I told her to explain clearly, but I forced her.”

“Deputy Thua Nghien.”

“The scale in my heart…”

“It's so lopsided but so stable.”

Wen Shuyao raised his hand to cover his face. Voice choked.

“Mr. Thua Nghien…”

“Or should I go first.”

She stood up. Just took a step. The body was staggered. Pho Thua Nghien reflexively reached out to support her. The eyes of everyone in the private room... All stopped on that hand. I looked at his hand holding her arm. Fingertips pressed against the white sweater. The movements were so proficient that... There wasn't even the slightest hesitation. The atmosphere was so quiet... You could clearly hear the sound of the hot pot boiling. Wen Shuyao leaned against him.

“I'm a bit dizzy.”

Pho Thua Nghien helped her sit down.

“Don't move.”