Chapter 7 — My Husband Wants AA, I'm Thinking About Divorce

"But I will repay the deposit paid by your parents to buy a house at the bank interest rate."

"Over the years, most of the installments have been paid by you."

“The increased value of the house has nothing to do with me.”

He took a step forward.

“And my desk, my computer, my paintings…”

“Everything must be left behind.”

“Don't even think about taking away anything you ever paid for.”

I grabbed the handle of the suitcase tightly. Stand facing him. He really thought he had the right to say those words. The phone in my pocket vibrated. I took it out and looked. It's a message from Tham Nhuoc Dong. I slowly put the phone back. Then looked up at him.

“Tran Khai Chu.”

“Regarding money, I advise you to seek advice from a lawyer first.”

“One more thing.”

“Maybe you still didn't know until now.”

He frowned.

“What?”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“You always thought my monthly salary was 15,000 yuan, right?”

The expression on his face froze. I pulled the suitcase. Step out the door.

“Wait for the lawyer's letter to arrive next week.”

“Then you will understand.”

Behind him, he kept calling my name. I don't turn around. The moment the door closes behind you. The phone screen is still bright. Tham Nhuoc Dong's message had only one line:

"The brand has already finalized the contract. The contract is worth 230,000 yuan, the customer asked to sign next week. In addition, Co Minh has seen your portfolio and wants to meet this week to discuss cooperation. Congratulations, Niem So."

I stood in the hallway. Bring a suitcase. Read the entire message. The hallway light is still broken. The only light is from the phone screen. Shines down to a small area below the feet. I laughed. Not a bitter laugh. It's not about making fun of yourself. Which is the first time in the past four years. I really feel reassured. Fifteen minutes later. Tham Nhuoc Dong's car arrived in front of the residential area gate. She didn't ask anything else. Just help me lift my suitcase and put it in the trunk. Then start the machine.

“Just stay at your house first.”

“I have finished cleaning the living room for you.”

“What politeness.”

She glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

“But I have to admit, you look much more spirited now.”

I leaned back in the passenger seat. Look at the street lights receding backwards.

“Nhuoc Dong.”

“What is the name of the lawyer you introduced me to?”

“Trieu Tung Nha.”

"Specialized in handling marriage and family cases for more than eleven years. Very famous among lawyers in Hangzhou."

“I'll make an appointment to help you tomorrow.”

Go to Tham Nhuoc Dong's house. She helped me carry my suitcase into the living room. The room is not big. But clean and tidy. The bed is already covered with new blankets. On the nightstand, place a glass of water and a pack of tissues.

“Are you hungry?”

“There is porridge in the refrigerator.”

“I'm not hungry.”

“You go to sleep.”

"Okay, then I won't bother you anymore. If anything happens, call me anytime."

She closed the door. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Take out your phone. See Tran Khai Chu has sent seven messages. The first three messages are questions:

“What do you mean?”

"What about your salary of 15,000 yuan? What are you hiding from me?"

“Lam Niem So, answer me.”

The following four news are a mixture of threats and watershed:

“Don't think moving out can solve anything.”

"Cool it Is that Okay?"

“I already told my mother, tell her not to be too harsh.”

“Let's go home and talk tomorrow.”

I don't reply to any messages. Open WeChat contacts. Save contact information for lawyer Trieu Tung Nha. Then open the computer. Start organizing all the documents you have kept over the past few months. Receipt of deposit transfer to buy a house from my parents. House installment payment history after marriage. Housework time record sheet. Record of the call on the day Tran Khai Chu refused to lend me 30,000 yuan to pay my mother's hospital fees. Ms. Luu Que Phuong's phone call in the office about trying to force me to leave the house, I couldn't record the whole thing. But that very day, I wrote it all down in the notes section. Content of dialogue. Related phone number. One item at a time. Clear and complete. Like the spending statistics table that Tran Khai Chu once proudly created. The only difference is that. His table is used to calculate money. As for the things I'm keeping. Is to end this marriage. There's also that "AA" stat sheet.