Chapter 5 — Marriage Costs 600,000 Yuan

“When I used my kitchen, I never thought…”

“Have I also lost a child?”

Ms. Ly's crying stopped. She didn't dare look at me.

“Last year after I had a miscarriage, she also cooked the same soup for me.”

At that time, every day she brought me black bowls of good medicine. Saying that Mrs. Tham must take good care of her body, she will have children in the future. Now I know. Those same hands... Cooked pregnancy nourishment soup for another woman. One is a person who lost a child. One is pregnant with my husband's child. Caring for both parties is very thoughtful. Truly professional. I opened the refrigerator. The inside is neatly filled with ingredients. Upstairs is mine. The lower floor belongs to Chu Kieu. Even the packaging is different. I took out the flower delivery box. On the sticker are the words:

“For Ms. Chu's exclusive use.”

The writing is very small. Paste on the side. If I hadn't intentionally checked today... Maybe I wouldn't have discovered it in my entire life. I put the box back.

“Miss Ly, from now on you don't need to come anymore.”

She immediately raised her head.

“Miss… Miss Wen, my contract hasn't expired yet.”

“I paid for breach of contract.”

“No… it's not about compensation…”

She panicked.

“Mr. Tham's side…”

“Tell him to hire better people.”

I said calmly.

“Anyway, he's not short of money.”

Ms. Ly's face immediately became unsightly. What she was afraid of was not losing her job with me. But afraid of Tham Quyet. Also afraid of Chu Kieu. If a person can receive money from two sides... then they will be strangled by both sides.

“But before you go, you must write down everything you know.”

Ms. Ly immediately shook her head.

“I don't know anything, I really don't know.”

“I know.”

I looked straight at her.

"I know where Chu Kieu is, I know how many months she's pregnant, I know when Tham Quyet started asking me to bring soup..."

“I also know who transferred the money to you.”

She bit her lip. I spoke softly:

“Sister Ly, I'm not begging you.”

I put the phone on the kitchen counter. On the screen is the kitchen camera footage just recorded. Then she admitted "working for money" clearly word for word. Ms. Ly's face was completely pale.

“You can not write.”

“But this video… I will hand it over to the lawyer.”

Her hand tightened on the towel. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice:

“If I write… will you forgive me?”

I looked at her.

“It remains to be seen how much you can write.”

That evening, Ms. Ly sat at the dining table and wrote three pages in a row. Her handwriting is very confusing. Writing to the end, my hands were shaking non-stop. I don't push it. Just sit opposite and wait. By the way, export all the transactions of the family account over the past few years. Tham Quyet is very confident. He thought I couldn't find anything. Because most of the assets are not placed before my eyes. But he forgot… The flaws in a marriage usually don't lie in huge money transfers. But it lies in countless "convenient" times. House rental deposit for Chu Kieu. Pregnancy checkup package. Separate allowance for Ms. Ly. Air purifiers, baby beds, and fetal heart monitors sent to addresses in the south of the city. Separately, those amounts are not worth much. But put together... It forms a series of traces connecting from my kitchen to the Phi Thuy Loan area. After finishing writing the last word, Ms. Ly pushed the paper over.

“Miss On… I just have it can write here.”

I picked it up and read it. First line:

"I started cooking pregnancy-nourishing soup for Ms. Chu Kieu seven months ago, according to Mr. Tham's arrangement."

Second line:

"Ms. Chu Kieu's dietary taboos during pregnancy were all taught by Mr. Tham."

Third line:

"The ingredients for the soup were mostly bought from the On family's kitchen, part of the cost was paid by Mr. Tham's family account."

I looked at the four words "On family's kitchen" and found it extremely ironic. She also knew that this was the On family's kitchen. Yet still use it. I folded the paper and put it away.

“Don't come tomorrow.”

Ms. Ly stood up, as if she wanted to say something. Finally, just in a low voice:

“Miss On… you can't compete with him.”

I raised my eyes.