Chapter 7 — Old Love Turns to Ashes

"I know this request is a bit excessive, but Van Van's project is being reevaluated, and the school's investigation team is also calling me to work. If public opinion continues to explode, my future and hers will be ruined."

“A Mien, you just need to post a post on Weibo, just say it's a misunderstanding, because you're in a bad mood so you're talking nonsense…”

“And then what?”

I interrupted him, my voice so flat that even I felt strange.

"You want to keep Van Van's reputation, keep her project, keep your lecturer's chair. Then you also want me to obediently keep my mouth shut, step back peacefully, and I alone bear all the infamy."

“I didn't mean that.”

“So what do you mean?”

"You hid my affair for 8 years, you let her insult me in the bathroom, you knew full well that she hit her head on the sink and still defended her and scolded me in cold blood, you incited Hua Nghien to say on Weibo that I had mental problems. Giang Tu Nien, every single thing you do, you are pushing me into a dead end."

The other end of the line fell silent again.

“A Mien, I won't let you work for free, I can give you some money…”

I tightened my grip on the phone, my knuckles turning white. Does he still have the face to talk about money? When he was studying for a master's degree, I gave him 3,000 yuan per month for living expenses. He said he had to participate in research activities, write a project, publish a thesis, and even invite classmates and instructors out to eat. In the second year of my doctoral studies, his father was hospitalized. I borrowed 170,000 yuan for surgery from everywhere, but I still haven't paid it off. Now he dares to bring money to talk to me.

“38 thousand yuan (380,000 RMB).”

Giang Tu Nien was stunned:

“What did you say?”

"This is the amount of money you have owed me over the years. I will send you a detailed statement later. I ask you to pay me both principal and interest."

"As for the house you and Van Van are living in now, although the red book is in your name, half of the money is paid by me."

“I don't care if you sell your house or your kidney, within a week you must return all the money to me, otherwise I will sue you.”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds:

“A Mien, you've changed, the old me would never calculate these things with you.”

I picked up the phone and suddenly found this sentence so jarring that it was ridiculous. The old me didn't count, because I considered him family. The old me didn't calculate, because I thought we would have a future. The old me didn't calculate because I was stupid. It won't be like that anymore. After hanging up, I immediately contacted the lawyer. There are some things that cannot wait for people to bring them to them, but must be asked for them themselves. * Chapter 7 A week passed, Jiang Si Nian had absolutely no intention of paying. He even reposted Van Van's marriage certificate on his social network account. Attached status line:

“Congenial, legal, suitable for me.”

I stared at those words for a long time, until the screen automatically went black. The comments section began to have different opinions.

“Wait, they have a proper marriage certificate, or are we cursing the wrong person?”

"So it's your ex-lover who's the thick-skinned stalker, they're legally married, so why bother?"

“Floor Wake up, people love each other for 11 years before they are officially married, it can't be that everyone who has a marriage certificate is innocent."

The two sides rushed to bite and tear each other, like a war without smoke. Message notifications rang frantically, the inbox was filled with new curses. Some people said I was making up stories, some people scolded me for being jealous and angry. Someone else said:

"If you're really being cheated on, then sue. What's the point of going online and complaining about poverty?"

I hearted that comment.