Chapter 4 — The Door Lock Changes, Marriage Also Locks

"The entry and exit history can only prove when she came in and when she left. It cannot prove what happened in the house."

Chu Canh Hanh seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. I don't look at him.

"But at least we can prove that she didn't just come here for two days."

The receptionist bowed her head. In the air there was only the sound of wind from the air conditioner. Chu Canh Hanh leaned back in his chair and was silent for a long time before speaking.

"That day there was a batch of cabinet doors that had to be redone, and the workers dragged on until late at night. Trinh Vu lives nearby, she said she would stay and wait a little longer to receive the goods the next morning. That night he returned to his old rented house."

I turned to look at him.

"Are you going back to your old rented house?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Is there anything worth talking about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that what he said was wrong. I looked at him.

"To me, she went in and out of the new house more than ten times, even staying one night until the next morning, there's nothing worth mentioning."

Chu Canh Hanh frowned.

"I didn't mean that."

"So what do you mean?"

He didn't answer. I picked up the file and flipped to the guest registration section. There is no name Trinh Vu in there. Because she's not a guest. She was registered in the family contact list. Delivery, repair or management inspection, just report her name and you can be let in. She doesn't need to leave her ID every time. There's also no need to wait for the homeowner to confirm. I suddenly remembered last night, when the delivery man walked in, he asked: "Mr. Chu, is this placed in the office or the living room?" He never asked who Trinh Vu was. Because Trinh Vu stood there, as if there was already a place for her in this house. I put the file back on the table.

"Remove Trinh Vu from the family's contact list."

Chu Canh Hanh raised his head.

"Right now?"

"Right now."

"The management contact doesn't have the right to lock the door. The house hasn't been repaired yet, leaving one person would be much more convenient."

"You can put your name."

"During the day I may not have time."

"Then wait until I have time."

Chu Canh Hanh's face darkened.

"I'm not here every day."

"But that doesn't mean you can find someone to replace me yourself."

The receptionist looked at us, her hands resting on the keyboard. I said: "Would you please remove her as a contact person first? From now on, delivery and warranty work requires contacting one of the two owners. If you can't contact her, then change the time." The receptionist girl nodded. Just as she was about to operate, Chu Canh Hanh suddenly placed his hand on the table.

"Wait, delete it."

I looked at him.

"Because there is still a spare part for the cabinet next to the dining table, it will be delivered this afternoon. Trinh Vu knows the size, and also knows when the worker will arrive."

"Do you know?"

Zhou Canh Hanh paused.

"You can ask her."

"Then ask."

He looked at me.

"Hua Chieu Ninh, do you have to go to this extent?"

I put the house ownership certificate in my file bag.

"I just want you to ask yourself once."

He said nothing. The receptionist girl also did not dare to move. At that moment, my phone rang. It's a WeChat message from the cabinet maker upon request. The other party sent a confirmation.

"Miss Hua, please confirm the delivery time for the additional accessories of the cabinet food next to the dining table. Previously, Ms. Trinh, the person in charge at the scene on her side, had signed the size supplement form once. We are afraid that the information is wrong so we still want to confirm with you."

I opened the image. At the bottom of the confirmation sheet there is a signature. Next to it, in the status section, write: Contact person on the homeowner's side. When I returned to my new home, Trinh Vu was not there. All along the way, Chu Canh Hanh did not say a word. After the car stopped in the underground parking lot, he got out first, went around to the passenger seat and opened the door for me. This movement used to be very normal. When we first got together, every time he came to pick me up after a business trip, he would open the trunk, put my suitcase in and ask me if I was hungry. At that time, I felt that he was a person who knew how to take care of others. Now he stood by the car door looking at me, like he didn't know what to say. I didn't let him hold the suitcase. He himself dragged his suitcase towards the elevator. He followed behind.

"Trinh Vu signed that confirmation because I wasn't here that day."

"I know."

"She doesn't touch money, nor does she make any big decisions for me."

I pressed the elevator button.

"She signed the size supplement slip."

"Where that cabinet will eventually be placed, whether it will block the path or not, how the furniture in the house will be arranged in the future, are all small things in life."