Chapter 2 — Marriage Costs 600,000 Yuan

He said after last year's miscarriage, my body was too weak. Ordinary housekeepers don't have enough expertise, so you have to hire someone who understands medicine and nursing. 600,000 yuan a year. I spent the money myself. At that time, I was still moved. I thought he finally remembered my pain and wanted to take good care of my body. Now I know. That 600,000 yuan... I personally hired a "pregnancy master" for my husband's third child. I walked to the kitchen and picked up the menu. There's my part. There is also Chu Kieu's part. After the name I simply write:

“Mrs. Tham, nourishes blood and energy, is frugal.”

But after the name Chu Kieu, there are a few lines:

"Abstain from cold foods, avoid spicy foods. Less ginger, more sweet. Easily hungry at night, you can add bird's nest. Lots of fetal movement, pay attention to calcium supplementation. Mr. Tham advised, be sure to give it every day."

Mr. Tham advised. I squeezed the paper, my fingertips getting colder. Ms. Ly's voice trembled:

“Madam, I…”

I raised my head to look at her.

"She took the ingredients from my house, used my kitchen... to cook pregnancy nourishing soup for the little tam outside."

“Miss Ly, you are really good.”

Ms. Ly's face was sometimes red, sometimes white.

“Mr. Tham said… said you knew about this…”

I laughed.

"What do I know? That you cook two servings of soup every day, one for me to drink, one for the mother of my husband's child to drink? Knowing that I spend money to support you, and you take care of the baby on their behalf?"

Ms. Ly bowed her head, not daring to say a word. Chu Kieu leaned against the closet, her soft voice interjected:

"Miss On, don't make things difficult for Ms. Ly anymore. It's because my morning sickness is so bad. A Quyet loves me so I told her to stew some more soup."

In my own house. In front of my husband. I squeezed the menu until it wrinkled. Finally, Tham Quyet also stepped forward and blocked the kitchen door.

“Enough Wen Tang, I will handle this matter.”

“How to handle it?”

He was silent for a few seconds, as if he had finally made up his mind. Those two words fell. I don't cry. Don't scream either. I just find it funny. Four years ago, during the wedding, he held my hand and said he would protect me for the rest of my life. A year ago, when I had a miscarriage and was in the hospital, his eyes were red, saying it was because he didn't take good care of me. And now... He left the woman outside seven months pregnant, then stood right at my kitchen door— Telling me about the divorce. It turns out that a man's "whole life"... Can be that short. So short that it was only four years.

“What are the conditions?”

Tham Quyet looked at me, seemingly not expecting me to be so straightforward. Even Chu Kieu was stunned. I stuffed the menu into my pocket.

“If you two have discussed it well, you can't just talk about kicking me out of the house, right?”

Tham Quyet's face softened a bit. Perhaps he thought that as long as I was willing to say the conditions, it meant there was still room for negotiation. He said:

"I'll let the lawyer come tomorrow. Your family can take an apartment, 3,000,000 yuan in cash, and my studio can also invest some more for you."

I nodded.

“What about the baby?”

Tham Quyet frowned.

“I don't have any children right now.”

“I said the child in her womb.”

Chu Kieu's face immediately changed. Tham Quyet's voice became cold:

“Wen Duong, don't drag an innocent child into this.”

I looked at him and thought it was funny. My child passed away, he just said "I can have it again later". And the child That baby hasn't even been born yet... He's already "innocent".

“The Judge.”

I looked at him.

“Where were you when I had a miscarriage last year?”

His eyes wavered slightly. I answered for him:

“It's south of the city, right?”

That day I fell downstairs in the studio, blood running down my leg. I made seven phone calls to Tham Quyet. He didn't answer the phone. Then the driver took me to the hospital. Signing the surgery papers... I signed it myself. It was three o'clock in the morning when he appeared. He said the company had an urgent meeting and the phone was on silence. It turned out that at that time... Chu Kieu must have just been pregnant. Or maybe— They were busy creating that baby. Tham Quyet's face darkened.

“Wen Duong, going back to the past has no meaning.”

"That's right."

I smiled.

“Of course it means nothing to me.”

Because the person who is sick is me. The person who lost my child is also me. Tham Quyet glanced at Chu Kieu and lowered his voice:

“I'll go home first.”

Chu Kieu bit her lip:

“But what about the baby…”

This time, his voice was heavier. Chu Kieu unwillingly turned around and left. Before leaving, she glanced at me. That look seemed to say: You can't win. After the door closed, there were only three people left in the house. Tham Quyet. And the smell of soup was in the air. Tham Quyet took off his jacket and lightly brushed his sleeves. That's how he looks every time he prepares to negotiate. Calm, rational, noble and superior. He said:

“Wen Tang, let's break up peacefully.”

I looked at him.

“You had an affair, got someone pregnant, brought your little tam into your house and still want to talk about breaking up peacefully?”

“You don't need to talk so harshly.”

“So what should I say?”

I laughed.

“General Manager Tham is so precise in doing charity, does charity always reach people's stomachs?”

Tham Quyet's eyebrow twitched.

“Wen Tang.”

He called me both my first and last name. Every time he calls like that... It means he's starting to lose patience. Before, I would hold back. Will be afraid of arguing. I'm worried he'll see I don't understand. But tonight… I don't want to understand anymore. Understand what to do? Understand the story to the end— Even my kitchen was used by the third child to stew soup to nourish the fetus. I walked to the dining table, picked up a bowl of cow's milk stewed with flowers, and delivered it. Tham Quyet looked at me cautiously. I went to the sink. Slowly pour a little bit of soup down the drain. This bowl of cold soup... Exactly like my four-year marriage. It looks nutritious and beautiful. But actually— It broke a long time ago.

“Let your lawyer come tomorrow.”

Tham Quyet breathed a sigh of relief. But the next second, I turned my head to look at him.

“However, Tham Quyet, let me remind you one thing.”

“I don't have to move.”

“I'm going to clean you all out.”