Chapter 13 — The Day You Sent Me To Jail

"If I were just an ordinary ex-girlfriend with no background—you would never have come all the way to Zurich. You would have waited for the wedding to be over, then asked your assistant to send me a lump of money. One million yuan? Or two million yuan? Use the money to buy off four years of my youth."

“And then forget about me.”

“Is that true?”

His face instantly turned white as a sheet of paper. Lips moved, but no sound could be emitted. I brushed past him. The moment passed, my shoulder and his arm were less than 10 centimeters apart. I can smell the scent on him. The smell of pine and tobacco. The past 4 years have always been this scent. I used to really like this scent. But now I smell it again— I don't feel anything anymore. I went to the door.

“Don't come again.”

I didn't turn back.

“If you come again, I will ask for a restraining order.”

After speaking, I pushed the door open and walked out into the hallway. The hallway is very long. My high heels stepped on the carpet, making no sound. When I got to the elevator, I pressed the button to go upstairs. The numbers on the electronic board jumped continuously. 3…4…5… I looked down at my hands. Very solid. Not trembling at all. Very good. The elevator door opens. I walked in. The moment the door closed— My back finally rested against the elevator wall. My knees suddenly felt a bit weak. Just one second. Then I stood up straight again. Press the floor number. The elevator started going up. It's over. Everything related to Tham Yen Bach, this is the end. 【Chapter 10】 One month later. I return home. I didn't come back to find Tham Yen Bach. It's about handling the affairs of the Chinh Hang fund. Capital withdrawal procedures have been completed. Tham Thi did not go bankrupt either—Shen Yen Bach finally found a Middle Eastern investment fund to support the price. The price to pay is to cede 35% of shares and independent control over two core business segments. From a person with absolute control in Tham Thi, he became a major shareholder who had to negotiate and negotiate with his Middle Eastern partners. Got demoted. But at least we can still keep the company and the food of tens of thousands of employees. The first week back home, I did not contact anyone in my previous circle. I live in my own house—a small villa in the suburbs, bought 3 years ago. Tham Yen Bach has never known this place. Life passed very peacefully. Read books, exercise, sometimes go to the company to sit for a while. Until day 10. That afternoon, I was watering flowers in my garden. It's early winter, most of the flower buds have withered. There is only one cluster of anthurium flowers still stubbornly blooming, crimson, tiny. I squatted in front of that anthurium flower, holding a spray bottle to water it. Then the garden gate made a sound. I never invited anyone to my house. The maid took the day off today. Lawyer Lieu is in a meeting at the company. Uncle Tien is on a business trip to the province. I stood up, picked up the watering can and walked towards the gate. Looking through the battlements on the gate— It was Tham Yen Bach. He stood outside the door. Wearing a long navy blue coat and a gray scarf. In his hand he carried a paper bag. Her face looks a little better than when she was in Zurich. But the dark circles under my eyes have not yet disappeared. He stared at the wing gate. It's like he's hesitating, not knowing whether to ring the bell or not. Hands raised. Then lower again. Bring it up again. Then lower again. I leaned against the door, looking at his torn face through the battlements. Inside my heart— Not a single ripple. Maybe it's just a little funny. He stood there for about 3 minutes. In the end, he didn't ring the bell. He placed the paper bag he was holding on the ground right in front of the door. Then take two steps back.