Chapter 12 — Marriage Costs 600,000 Yuan

"Aren't all of you main wives like that? You say you don't need it, but in your heart you still want your man to come back."

I raised my head to look at her.

“You misunderstood.”

“I feel dirty.”

Her expression immediately changed. But very quickly it returned to that pitiful, fragile appearance.

“But the baby in my womb is innocent.”

I said softly:

“My unborn child… is also innocent.”

Chu Kieu's eyes wavered slightly. Then she said coldly:

“It's because you can't keep it.”

The cup in my hand stopped. At the next table, Tan Tran almost wanted to stand up. I looked at Chu Kieu.

“Does Tham Quyet know what you said before?”

She immediately realized she had said something wrong, her lips pursed tightly. But soon he laughed again.

“What if you know?”

“Wen Duong, do you think you can win with just that little bit of information?”

She leaned slightly towards me, lowering her voice.

“Thinh Hoa is my company, the house is also in my name.”

“Money transferred in the name of consulting fees, full contracts, full invoices.”

“What can you prove?”

I looked at her without speaking. Chu Kieu continued:

"Even if you can prove that A Quyet spent money on me, so what? That was also something he voluntarily gave."

“At most you can only ask for a little money back.”

“But after the baby was born…”

“Then things will be different.”

Her hand gently placed on her stomach.

“This is the eldest son of the Tham family.”

I suddenly felt funny. She thought she had the winning card in her hand. But she doesn't know... In Tham Quyet's eyes, both she and that child are just chess pieces.

“So from the beginning you knew he was married?”

Chu Kieu smiled coldly.

“Who in this city doesn't know that Tham Quyet is married?”

The tape recorder was still quietly in my pocket. I continue to ask:

“I know, so why are you still with him?”

Chu Kieu looked at me, her eyes suddenly filled with resentment.

“Why can't it be me?”

“Wen Duong, you just met him a little earlier than me when he was still empty-handed.”

“But all he has now…”

“Are you really worthy?”

She also tore off her disguise.

“Do you know what he said about you?”

“He said she was bland, weak, had no ambition, held on to a half-dead studio and still thought she was a designer.”

My heart still aches a little. Not because Tham Quyet can still hurt me. But I finally confirmed... It turns out that in front of others, he pictured me like that. Chu Kieu smiled deeper.

“He also said that being with you is like doing charity work.”

I bowed my head and took a sip of coffee. But I can still swallow it. I looked up at her.

“Go ahead.”

Chu Kieu paused.

“I told you to continue.”

I calmly looked at her.

“What else?”

Perhaps it was my calmness that angered her.

“Wen Duong, stop pretending.”

“Don't you just want money?”

“I tell you, Tham Quyet will not let you take much.”

"Thinh Hoa is only a part, you don't know how much he has left behind."

My fingertips stopped slightly.

“How much is left?”

Chu Kieu immediately closed her mouth. She realized she had said something wrong. I laughed.

“It seems that Thinh Hoa is not the only one.”

Chu Kieu's face turned cold.

“Are you extorting my words?”

“It's because you want it so much Just win.”

Chu Kieu suddenly stood up. The movement was so strong that she had to put her hands on the table. People around immediately looked over. She immediately clutched her stomach, her face in pain.

“Wen Duong, don't force me!”

Tan Tran at the next table almost stood up. From beginning to end, she never touched Chu Kieu. I just sat there, quietly watching her act. The two waiters at the door also noticed the situation. Phuong Nhu Y's people immediately approached, still keeping a polite distance.

“Miss, do you need us to call the doctor?”

Chu Kieu stiffened. Maybe she was originally going to fall down. Or force me to help her. As long as my hand touches her body... Everything can fall on me. I didn't give her that chance. I stood up, picked up my bag.

“Chu Kieu.”

“The baby is not a golden card to avoid death.”

She gritted her teeth and looked at me. I smiled softly.

“Also, please leave a message with Tham Quyet.”

“The more he hides…”

“I'm even more interested.”

After getting in the car, Tan Tran listened to the entire recording again.