Chapter 5 — New Marriage Annulment Date

He blocked my way, his voice was hoarse. "You heard me, I really knew I was wrong." I walked around him and headed towards the elevator. He chased after me, grabbed my arm. "My credit card is overdue, the bank called to urge me to repay the debt." "The cards in my name are all frozen, I don't even have money to eat." "Can you... lend me a little first?" I stopped walking. Turning his head to look at him. "Tran Muc, you came here to find me just to borrow money?" A bit of embarrassment flashed through his expression. "No... I really want to make up with you." "But now I'm really in trouble. You help me get through this hurdle first, later I will definitely pay you double..." "Later?" I laughed. "What do you use to pay?" "My salary card is empty every month, my credit card limit has been used up." clean up a long time ago." "Your so-called 'afterwards' is just wanting me to continue raising you." Tran Muc's face turned red. "Khuong Nghenh, do you have to say such harsh things?" "I'm only temporarily in trouble, can't you help me a little?" "After all, we've been together for three years, are you that in love?" I looked at the face that once made me shake. Suddenly felt very strange. "Three years." I repeated once. "For three years now, you've been staying at my house, driving my car, using my supplementary card." "I bought you a watch for more than two hundred thousand, a suit for more than thirty thousand, a pair of leather shoes for more than ten thousand." "For your birthday, I gave you the latest version of a computer and phone." "What about you?" "What did you give me?" Tran Muc opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. "Items." The only thing of value you gave me was a necklace worth a thousand." "The rest are all a few dozen trinkets." "Oh right, there's also that scrap diamond ring." "It's less than twenty thousand and you still have to pay in six months in installments." Tran Muc's face was so red that blood was almost dripping. "You... you didn't have money at that time..." "If you don't have money, don't say boastful things." I interrupted him. "It's clear that you have nothing, but you have to pretend to be proud." "You use my money to support your reputation, use my resources to support your reputation." "Tran Muc, the person you have loved up until now is not me." "You love the life I can give you." I took out a bag from the basket. Inside were all the gifts he had given me over the years. One thousand necklace. Several dozen hairpins. A stuffed animal bought at a roadside stall. Along with a bunch of cheap cosmetics. I stuffed the bag into his lap. "Give these back to me." "From now on, we no longer owe each other anything." Tran Muc hugged the bag, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something. But in the end, it still couldn't be said. I pressed the elevator button. The elevator door slowly closed. In my last glance, I saw him squatting on the ground, burying his head in a bag filled with cheap gifts. Shoulders trembling slightly. The elevator goes up. I leaned against the elevator wall and closed my eyes. There is no sadness in my heart. There is only liberation.9The post on Ly Nhiem Nhiem's personal page was posted on the evening of Wednesday. In the photo, she is carrying a new LV bag and standing in front of a mirror taking pictures. The status line had only two words: "Thank you." The comments below were all compliments. "Infection was successful!" "What did my boyfriend give me? So rich!" "Jealous death!" When I saw this post, I was processing mail in the office. My mother walked in carrying a glass of hot milk, glancing at my phone screen. "Is that little girl still not at peace?" "Yes." I put down the phone, took the milk. "This afternoon she came to the gate of the residential area, saying she wanted to meet

child." "I said I came to apologize." My mother raised her eyebrows: "You've seen her?" "I haven't seen her." I took a sip of milk: "I told the security guard to chase her away." "She's also smart. Knowing that Tran Muc's side no longer had hope, she quickly came in front of her son to look for his existence." My mother smiled coldly. "Unfortunately, the acting is too poor." As soon as she finished speaking, the phone rang. It was a message my father sent. He mentioned the names of everyone in the family group and sent a photo. It was an appraisal report. It was written very clearly: "Custom made real wood photo frame, material: North American black walnut, technique: hand carved, price Estimated market value: eighty-six thousand yuan." Below was a small text: "Attached: The photo in the frame is a professional photography work, the photography fee and copyright fee totaled thirty thousand yuan." Total: one hundred and sixteen thousand yuan. The chat group immediately exploded. Relatives kept saying: "Is it so expensive?!" "No wonder the workmanship is so good..." "This time I have to pay a lot of compensation." My dad sent a text message. last person in the group: “Li Nhiem Nhiem, within seven days, please contact the Khuong family's housekeeper to negotiate compensation.”