Chapter 2 — My Husband Criticized Me For Destroying Dung, I Changed My Face To Another Face

Early the next morning, Luc Hoai Can came to visit me. He still maintained his gentle appearance as usual, personally tying the veil for me.

“Chieu Ninh, does the wound still hurt today?”

I bowed my head down. A glint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. It's just that that flash of emotion appeared very quickly, then was immediately covered up by a look of heartbreak.

“Try to hold on a little longer.”

“Doctor Liu said this medicine is the most effective.”

I asked softly:

“Hoai Can, what if I can't recover for the rest of my life?”

His fingertips suddenly stopped a bit.

“She is my wife.”

“Whether you get better or not, I still need you.”

If I hadn't heard the truth from his own mouth last night, I'm afraid that at this moment I would once again believe those words. I leaned against his chest, trying to suppress the feeling of nausea rising in my throat.

“My husband treats me very well.”

He reached out and patted my back gently.

“She understands.”

I slowly closed my eyes. I understand now. Understand so clearly that it couldn't be clearer. The Luc family is very poor. So poor that even on the day we entered the government, the red silk hanging in the main hall was old fabric searched from the warehouse. But after I married into the Luc family, their family situation quickly improved. Luc Hoai Can was appointed to the Ministry of Health. The husband's mother changed to wearing a gold brooch. The little uncle was also allowed to study at Quoc Tu Giam. Even the old Luc family's dilapidated old house was renovated into a large three-door courtyard. And all that money is the dowry my mother left me. We have never managed it before. Because Luc Hoai Can once said that we are husband and wife. Between husband and wife, there is no need to distinguish between hers and mine. Now that I think about it, it's truly ridiculous to the extreme. My face is destroyed. Even my mind seemed to be destroyed by the fire that year. That day while having breakfast, I suddenly spoke up:

“Husband, I want to see the books.”

Luc Hoai Can's movement of picking up food immediately stopped.

“Why did you suddenly think of this?”

I raised my hand to gently touch the veil covering my face.

"I just hang around the hospital all year round, every day is idle. The more free I am, the more my thoughts wander."

"If I could just manage the books a little, I wouldn't have to think about my face every day."

He was silent for a moment. The husband's mother immediately frowned.

"You're sick, why are you taking care of the books?"

I smiled looking at the jade bracelet on her wrist.

“Mother is very right.”

"It's just that the stores that your biological mother left behind have been left behind for a long time, and the treasurer hasn't come to report the books."

"I'm just afraid that they will see that the owner is easy to bully and will be tempted to deceive."

The husband's mother immediately fell silent. Luc Hoai Can was also silent. They all know it well. How much money do those stores collect every day? If we really examine carefully. The loopholes that the Luc family has hidden for so many years will no longer be able to be hidden. Luc Hoai Can put down his chopsticks and said gently:

“If you want to see it, I'll have someone bring it to you.”

I obediently bowed my head.

“Thank you, husband.”

After the books were brought in, I looked at them for three consecutive days. The Lu family's manager who did the books was really stupid. So stupid that it's like he's afraid I won't see the loophole. Tieu Dao was so angry that she turned red eyes red.

“Do they really think the young lady is dead?”

Outside the courtyard gate, Luc Hoai Can was standing there, bowing his head and gently coaxing Tong Minh Chau. Tong Minh Chau wore a light yellow dress like goose feathers. The smile on her lips is more beautiful than spring flowers. From childhood to adulthood, the thing she liked most was stealing my things. The brooch I love, she wants to steal. The silk that I liked, she wanted to steal. Even my fiance Tham Nghien, who was engaged to me before I was destroyed, she also wanted to rob. Now even Luc Hoai Can wants to take it away. If you wanted that. Then just let her take it. Rotten objects, combined with dirty hands. It's really very appropriate. I close the book.

“Let's collect the money first.”

We started selling our stores. On the outside, I said that the injury on my face needed expensive medicine, and that the Luc family's expenses were too great, and I couldn't bear to let my husband be embarrassed because of that. At first, Luc Hoai Can was still a little skeptical. I deliberately coughed to the point of tearing my heart and lungs in front of him, revealing a bit of blood from the wound being eroded by the medicine. He took a look and his face changed slightly. Those eyes were filled with disgust that could not be hidden. I deliberately reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

“Husband, am I very ugly?”

He instinctively backed away a bit. But he quickly tried to restrain himself.

"Do not have."

In my heart, I coldly laughed. He pretended to be tired. I pretended to be very tired. But it's okay. I am better at being patient than him. Half a month later, I was able to exchange a box of checks. Tieu Dao hid the banknote box in the crack of the wall, her hands trembling constantly.

“Miss, this amount of silver is enough for us to leave.”

Tieu Dao was stunned. I looked towards the bronze mirror, looking at my face that was covered by a veil.

“Just enough to leave, but not enough to cause them any pain.”

What we want is not to run away to save our lives. What we want is for them to lose everything.