Chapter 7 — Tell My Husband's Phone Number In LV, I End My Eight-Year Marriage

Hearing that familiar sentence, my stomach churned.

“So your future... depends on giving gifts to female customers?”

“It was just a misunderstanding!”

He frantically explained.

"Those items... were all specifically requested by the other party. I'm just paying for it. Nguyet Nguyet, believe me. Once this project is successful, I will definitely make it up to you."

“Haven't you always wanted an Hermes bag?”

“I bought it for you.”

“Buy two now.”

How ridiculous. He thinks... A bag can bribe me? Is it possible to erase all betrayal and deception? I looked straight into his eyes and said each word slowly.

"I don't need your bag. I don't want to hear any explanations either."

“My conditions are very simple.”

“Or I could give you that woman's phone number.”

“Or you can just wear what you're wearing now... go to your important party.”

Having finished speaking, I opened the car door and got out.

“Where are you going?”

Chu Yen called out from behind.

“Go to my friend's shop for a cup of tea.”

I didn't turn back.

“By the way, discuss with her whether those three suits should be reduced by ten percent... or twenty percent to make them easier to sell.”

I calmly walked towards the commercial district. Of course... I'm not looking for any friends. I chose a coffee shop and sat near the glass door. From here, you can just see Chu Yen's black Mercedes. He hasn't left yet. Just sitting quietly in the car, motionless like a statue. I leisurely stirred the cup of coffee in front of me, but in my mind I was constantly calculating. Chu Yen will definitely not give up. Those three suits were much more important to him than I thought. Now he's just thinking about how to cope. You also have to prepare for the next step. At that moment, the phone in my hand vibrated slightly. It's a WeChat message. The sender is a completely unfamiliar account. There is only one photo inside. The scene behind is a bedroom decorated extremely delicately. Looking at the decoration style... It's clearly the apartment in Bach Duyet Phu. To Tinh wore a two-strap silk nightgown. She leaned over and lay on the bed. Long, messy hair. Dreamy eyes looked straight into the lens. She was only loosely covered with a blanket, the blanket was pulled askew into messy wrinkles. Right next to him was a man's arm loosely clasped. That Patek Philippe watch on my wrist... I'm more familiar with it than anyone else. It was a gift I saved up for a long time to buy to give to Chu Yen on the occasion of their fifth wedding anniversary. Below the photo there is also a message. 【Ms. Nguyet, don't force Mr. Chu anymore. He's so tired, he's resting at my place now. It's already very hard for a man to work outside, so you should sympathize with him.】 That tone... Just like a gentle, understanding female owner. My fingertips immediately turned cold. My heart feels like it's been immersed in ice water. Leaving my place, he immediately returned to her home. I stared at the photo. Look at that dazzling clock. Then look at those two words "sympathy" that smell like green tea. Nausea and anger rose at the same time. But I didn't answer. Arguing with a clown like her only lowers my value. I calmly saved the photo photo again. I do one thing. I opened a family chat group. There were only three people in the group. And my mother-in-law, Lam My Lan. I sent the photo To Tinh just texted. Attached is a photo of my LV shopping history that I saved yesterday. Then I typed a message. The tone was extremely innocent. Also extremely interested. 【Mom, look at Chu Yen. Recently, because the company is preparing to list, I have lost a lot of weight. He said he had to go out every night to socialize, but it turned out he was going to places like this to discuss business with important female customers. Remember to advise him to take care of his health. @Chu Yen】