Chapter 14 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

"Or should I go and question my ex-wife to see if she still 'reserves tutoring' or not? Wouldn't that make my ex-husband lose face?" “So Chieu!” He was so angry that his chest was heaving violently, and the blue veins on his temples were bulging. “In your heart, am I really that bad?!” I looked at his angry and pained face, but there was not even a half ripple in my heart. Only the fatigue and disgust that had accumulated for so long remained. “Bad?” I repeated softly, cold eyes looking straight at him. "Hoo Quyet, we've come to this point between us..." "In the end, who is the one who made this relationship so ridiculous..." "You must know better in your heart than I do." I walked around the table, walked to the door, and pulled open the door. The cold wind from the hallway immediately rushed in, blowing away the stagnant atmosphere in the room. "General Huo, please come home. This is a place to do business, not a place to review old stories. Between you and me, there are no old stories to review." I raised my hand to send the guest off, with a determined attitude. Hoac Quyet stood stiffly in place, staring at me fiercely. In those eyes that once made the enemy afraid to hear their voice, now they were full of shock, hurt, anger, and there was also a... dim, almost desperate look that I had never seen before. His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't utter a word. He looked at me deeply, his eyes as complex as an endless abyss. Then he suddenly turned around, carrying a bone-chilling cold aura, strode down the stairs, and without looking back, disappeared in the wind and snow outside the door. Xuan Dao carefully poked his head in: "Miss... he's gone." I closed the door, leaned my back against the cold door, and slowly exhaled. In my chest, only a piece of empty calm remained. There is no hatred, no resentment, not even a trace of nostalgia. Hoac Quyet's rush was like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, causing a few ripples, which eventually returned to silence. Cam Tam Tu Phuong's business is getting better and better. The holiday embroidered items that we design, combining trendy new patterns with traditional meanings, such as the table screen 《Thuy Tuyet Phong Nien》, the bed screen 《Phuc Tho Song Toan》, or the hanging screen 《Tue Han Tam Huu》, when the new year approaches, all become extremely popular products. Not only did the rich families in the city compete to place orders, but even the butlers of several mandarin families heard about it. Orders were packed until after the new year. I and a few powerful disciples stayed up day and night to hastily complete the work. Although it is extremely hard, looking at the warehouse filled with finished products and the increasing numbers on the books, my heart is filled with a feeling of peace of mind and satisfaction. Just when I was so busy that my feet couldn't touch the ground, an unexpected person came to the door. It's Mama Ly, another lady next to Mrs. Huo, who is still considered quite loyal. She came at dusk, taking advantage when there weren't many people in the shop. He was wearing an old faded cotton shirt, his expression was haggard, his eyes were sunken, and he completely lost the dignity of the old ghost who ran the general's palace. “Miss… Miss So.” After seeing me, she awkwardly bowed, her eyes avoiding me. “Mama Ly?” I was a bit surprised. “Looking for me for something?” “It's… it's the thick-faced old slave who came to beg the lady.” As soon as Ly mama spoke, her eyes turned red, then she knelt down in front of me with a "thud" sound! "Mom, what are you doing? Get up!" I quickly signaled Xuan Dao to help her up. Xuan Dao did not volunteer but stepped forward to help. “Miss, please… please save the general's palace!” Ly ma ma's voice was choked, tears streaming down her face. “General's Palace?” I'm even more suspicious. "What happened to the general's palace? General Huo has a high position, why does he need help from a common woman like me?" “You just don't know that, lady!” Ly ma ma wiped her tears and spoke intermittently. It turns out that after I separated and left the general's palace, Hoac Quyet's personality became more and more gloomy and cold.