Chapter 9 — The Day I Saved 400,000 Yuan

But before. Or there's no time. Or regret money. And now. I want to make up for lost years to myself little by little. I just got out of baking class. In my hand I carried the first tiramisu I made myself. Just walked to the front door. I saw the person I least wanted to see. He squatted in the corner of the hallway in front of my house. Oily hair. Jagged whiskers. On his body was a wrinkled T-shirt. The whole person looked haggard and struggling. There is no longer the appearance of the confident "design director" from before. See me. His eyes immediately lit up. Like a drowning person seeing a life preserver. He quickly rushed towards me.

"Love Love!"

"I'm back!"

I took a step back. Avoid the approaching hand. Looked at him coldly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Love Love."

"You are wrong."

Tran Hao knelt down in front of me. Right in the middle of the hallway. In front of the eyes of neighbors passing by. There's no dignity left.

"I really know it's wrong."

"Can you forgive me this time?"

"I have completely broken off with Tham Nhuoc Dao."

"I deleted all of her contact information."

"Look."

"This is the commitment I wrote."

He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. Bring it in front of me. I don't accept.

"Tran Hao."

"Stand up."

"Don't continue to lose face here."

"If you don't forgive me."

"I won't stand up."

He hugged my leg. Started crying. A man over six feet tall. Crying until my nose and eyes watered.

"Love Love."

"I can't live without you."

"You haven't eaten well these past few days."

"Can't even sleep."

"I'm going crazy."

"Can we start again?"

"I will definitely treat you well from now on."

"I'll give you all my salary cards."

"Listen to me about everything."

People around started to stop and watch.

"Eh? Isn't this Tieu Tran on the third floor?"

"Why are you kneeling on the ground crying?"

"His wife has always been very good."

"What happened?"

My face was hot. Not out of shame. But out of anger. He wanted to use this method to force me to give in. He thinks I'm still the same Wen Qing from before. People for face. Because of the so-called family. But willingly swallow all the humiliation. He's wrong.

"Tran Hao."

I took a deep breath. Place the tiramisu on the ground. I took out a thick notebook from my pocket. It is the notebook I have kept in the past five years.

"Don't you want my forgiveness?"

I squatted down. Look him straight in the eyes.

"I give you a chance."

"Right here."

"In front of everyone."

"You read out loud every single amount of money you've taken from me over the past five years."

"I will forgive you."

I opened the notebook. Place it in front of him. First page.

"Wedding gift 36,000 yuan."

"I took 20,000 yuan to pay my younger brother's tuition."

"Cash for computers."

"12,000 yuan."

"My dad's birthday."

"Buy a gold bracelet."

"6,000 yuan."

I looked at Tran Hao. The corners of the lips slowly curled up.

"We count each item one by one."

Tran Hao immediately fell silent. The cry just now seemed to be muffled by someone. He looked at the familiar words in the notebook. His face instantly turned white.

"This... what is this?"

"This is our notebook."

I'm okay replied calmly.

"It's the notebook I use to record each payment for you."

"Didn't you say you loved me?"

"Are you saying you can't live without me?"

"So you must still remember."

"How you have loved me all these years."

"Read it out loud."

"So all the neighbors can hear."

"Listen to how much of a family man you are."

I pushed the notebook forward a little more.

"Why don't you read anymore?"

"I forgot."

"Or do you not dare to read?"

Tran Hao's body began to tremble. He looked at the notebook. Look at me again. His eyes were full of fear. Maybe until today. He just knew. Every thing I do. Every sentence I say. All have been clearly recorded by me. This notebook. Not my diary. Which is the sentence for him.

"I... I..."

Tran Hao's lips trembled. Not even a word could be uttered. The surrounding crowd grew larger and larger. Neighbors stood in the hallway. Everyone looked curiously at the man kneeling on the ground. Then I looked at the notebook in my hand again. Eyes full of curiosity.

"Can't read?"

I laughed coldly.

"Then let me read it for you."

"First year."

"You took from me a total of 38,000 yuan."

"Second year."

"45,000 yuan."

"Third year."

"50,000 yuan."

"Fourth year."

"60,000 yuan."

"Not even counting the more than 300,000 yuan you secretly used to take care of your mistress over the past two years."

I looked straight into his eyes.