Chapter 11 — The Day I Saved 400,000 Yuan

"But I..."

"Took those words like a breeze in my ears."

"I personally lost the gift she left behind."

Speaking of this. He burst into tears. Cry like a baby. I looked at the old man crying in front of me. There weren't too many fluctuations in my heart. I miss my mother-in-law's kindness. But don't forget his ingratitude. I'm not a saint. We can't forget five years of being exploited and looked down upon because of a few words of regret.

"Please take care of your health."

I stood up.

"Old story."

"Just let it go."

"I'm coming."

"It's because of mom."

"Let's not meet again."

I turned around to leave. He called after him.

"I won't forgive that bastard Tran Hao!"

"Wait for me to leave the hospital."

"I broke its leg!"

"Don't worry."

"Divorce matter."

"I support."

"We of the Tran family left empty-handed."

"Don't take anything from me."

My steps stopped. But don't turn back.

"No need."

I calmly replied.

"Something that belongs to me."

"I won't give up even a penny."

"And something that doesn't belong to me."

"I won't take even a penny."

"I hope you get well soon."

I opened the hospital room door. Step out. Tran Quyen is leaning against the wall. Both eyes were red. She looked at me. Lips moved as if wanting to say something. But in the end. Just bow deeply. A bow full of guilt. I did not respond. Also don't stop. Just quietly leave the place that once made me feel stuffy and suffocated. The sunlight outside the hallway is very bright. I raised my head and looked up. First time feeling. My life. It's finally starting again. I made an appointment to meet Tran Hao in front of the Civil Affairs Department gate. He looked even more haggard than the last time we met. Eyes deeply sunken. Chin covered with jagged green beard. See me. He forced out a smile that was more unsightly than crying.

"Love Love..."

"I'm here."

I didn't reply. Just step straight inside.

"Resolve it quickly and get it over with."

The procedure took place very quickly. Fill out the form. When the three words Wen Tinh appear on the divorce petition. I feel like a rock has weighed heavily on my heart for the past five years. Finally lifted off my chest. Tran Hao holds the pen. But my hands are still shaking. Haven't signed for a long time.

"Love Love..."

He raised his head. His eyes were red and filled with blood. Filled with prayers.

"Really..."

"Is there no chance of salvation left?"

I looked at him. Looking at the man I once loved deeply. But in my heart. Only peace remains.

"Tran Hao."

"You know what?"

"What really made me let go."

"It's not the divorce text message I sent."

"It's not about your affair with Tham Nhuoc Dao."

"It's the countless little moments over the past five years."

"Moments that don't seem worth mentioning."

"My fever is thirty-nine degrees."

"Call me."

"You lost your patience and said you were receiving guests."

"Then forced me to go to the hospital myself."

"I bought several thousand yuan worth of supplements for your parents."

"I think it's natural."

"But when I bought my mother an outfit."

"You blame me for wasting money."

"Because I'm saving money, I bring rice from home to work every day."

"Using the money I earned again."

"Invite colleagues to drink Starbucks."

"Every time you underestimate me."

"Every time you think that everything I do is a duty."

"Every time I was selfish and only thought about myself dear."

"Killed the last bit of love left in my heart."

I opened my bag. Take out the Bulgarian invoice. It was the bill I found in his vest pocket. I placed it in front of him.

"In the divorce petition."

"I'm not asking for compensation for mental damages."

"It's not because I'm generous."

"But because I feel."

"Talk about your feelings to someone like me."

"It's self-degrading."

"But money."

"It must be calculated clearly."

I pointed to the number on the invoice.

"52,000 yuan."

"Money to buy a necklace."

"Plus the 316,800 yuan you spent on Tham Nhuoc Dao in the past two years."

"The total is 368,800 yuan."

"Those are all common property of husband and wife."

"Half belongs to me."

"That's 184,400 yuan."

"I don't ask for much."

"You give me back that money."

"It's considered settled between us."

Tran Hao's face was as white as paper. Maybe he didn't expect it. I calculated it so clearly again.

"I don't have money..."

His voice was weak.

"No money?"

I laughed coldly.

"When my father had surgery."

"I don't have money."

"Divorce now."

"I don't have any money either."

"Tran Hao."

"Where's your money?"

"Did you spend it all on your goddess?"

"It's okay."

"I'll give you time."

"You can write a promissory note."

"With your powers."

"More than 180,000 yuan."

"It will pay off very quickly."

I pushed the IOU and the prepared pen in front of him. Tran Hao looked at the paper. Like looking at a death notice. The staff next door started reminding.

"You two, please help quickly."

"There are many people waiting behind."

Tran Hao closed his eyes. Take a deep breath. When I opened my eyes again. In his eyes, only despair and ashes remained. He holds a pen. Tremblingly signed the divorce petition. Then sign the debt paper. Every stroke. It's like cutting off a part of my life. When the divorce certificate arrived.