Chapter 21 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

She just took a look and said: "Save it." I nodded and took a screenshot. The third message was sent: "Manh Tinh, don't force me to the point where I have no way to go." This time I replied: "This path was walked by me when I swiped your card to enter the company." After the message was sent, he stopped responding. But half a minute later, Liu Que Phan called. I immediately turned off the computer. She called again. I continued to turn it off. The third time, she sent a voice message. I didn't open it, just looked at the converted text: "If you dare to call the police, I will kneel in front of your company's door." I also took a picture of that sentence. After watching, Director Han looked very cold. “If she comes, we will call the police.” I said, “Me too.” That night, when I walked out of the company, the wind was so cold that it made my body stiffen. Tieu Duong walked with me to the side of the road. She asked: "Are you still going back to the hotel?" I nodded. "About." She said: "I'll send you to the car." When the taxi stopped, I turned my head to look at the company building. I used to think that work and family were two straight lines. No matter how chaotic one street is, it should not be pulled into the other street. But Tran Hao and Liu Que Phan twisted those two lines into a rope, wanting to tie me back. I sat in the car and sent all the documents to lawyer Tuong. A few minutes later, he called back. “First of all, go to the police station tomorrow morning to add documents.” “Then we prepare a divorce petition and a property preservation petition.” I looked at the street lights receding outside the window. "Okay." Lawyer Tuong stopped for a moment. “Are you sure you want to go down the litigation path?” I said: “Sure.” “As of tonight, I no longer call this living together.” “This is saving yourself.” 20 The next morning, I went to the police station. This time it is no longer simply a matter of making records. I handed over all of the company's statements, surveillance camera photos, access history, anonymous email documents, chat history and bank statements. After the reception police looked at it, their eyebrows frowned very tightly. “He used your access card to enter the company?” I said: “Yes.” “Still exposed to work documents.” The police officer looked at the person next to him who was taking a report. “This part must be recorded separately.” "Family conflict is one part. Forging access cards to enter the work unit is another part." After ten o'clock in the morning, Tran Hao hurriedly arrived. When he walked in, his hair was a bit messy, and one button of his jacket was undone. Seeing me, he stopped and quickly walked over. “Manh Tinh, let's go out and talk.” The police raised their heads. “Just say it here.” Tran Hao's face was unsightly. “This is between us and our husband.” The police put down their pens. “Is it also a matter between husband and wife that you swipe her access card to enter the company office?” He was speechless. I sat on the chair, not looking at him. Liu Guifen also quickly arrived. As soon as she entered, she cried. “Comrade, my son is a good man.” “He was just worried that his wife wouldn't come home so he came to see.” The police asked her: "Who gave him the access card?" Liu Que Phan's crying stopped for half a beat. "I do not know." The police pushed over a printout of the photo she sent in the group. “Is this the photo you sent?” She took a look, still speechless. “I just took the picture for her to see.” “So whose hands are the employee card and access card in?” She fell silent. Tran Hao bowed his head and suddenly said: "I took it." Liu Guifen
suddenly looked at him. “Hao Hao!” Tran Hao did not look at her. “The spare card was left in the house, I took it.” “I came to the company because I wanted to handle this matter.” The police asked: "Handling what?" Tran Hao was silent for a few seconds. "E-mail." The police continued to ask: "Is the anonymous complaint letter sent by you?" His fingers tightened on his knees. After a long while, he said: "I sent it." Liu Guifen suddenly stood up. "Not!" “I told him to help send it.” The police looked at her. “Do you know the content of the email?” Liu Guifen opened his mouth. “I…” Tran Hao interrupted her. “The content was written by me.” After that sentence was said, the room was extremely silent. I finally raised my head to look at him. His eyes were red, like he had been up all night. After speaking, he looked at me, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible. “You were too impatient at that time.” “I want you to come home.” I asked: "If you want me to go home, why should I write you as being inappropriate in marriage?" His face was pale. “I don't think that much.” I said, “I was thinking.” “I know what women fear most is being splashed with dirty water at work.” “I know that once that sentence gets out, no matter how many times you explain it, it will be useless.” “That's why I wrote.” His lips trembled but he did not object. Liu Guifen still wanted to cry. “It's all my fault.” “I'm just angry because she didn't come home to eat.” "But whose daughter-in-law is like her, she doesn't care about her mother-in-law at all?" The police tapped lightly on the table. "Now is not the time to discuss the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law." "People came to the workplace to cause trouble, sent anonymous complaints, kept her documents and access card. These things have all been recorded." Liu Que Phan's face slowly turned white. Tran Hao looked at me.