Chapter 10 — The Kindergarten Class Asked Me to Pay 200,000 Yuan in Tuition Fees, But I Couldn't Have a Son

On to the third day. Chu Du Xuyen returned to sign the divorce papers. He became noticeably thinner. The suit is wrinkled. Before, every time I came home. The first thing he did was change his shoes. The second thing is to grumble because Niem Niem's toys are messy. He stood at the entrance. He bowed his head and looked at the men's slippers in the house for a long time. Immobility.

“Nam Kieu.”

His voice was hoarse.

“Do we have to go to this step?”

I placed the divorce agreement on the dining table. On the table there is still a painting of Niem Niem. A picture of a family of three. The child has completely filled in the father's picture. With green crayon. To is very strong. To the point where the paper is ruffled. I once asked:

“Why did you use green?”

The child replied:

“Because Dad is like a broken leaf.”

I don't correct my child's words. Zhou Yuchuan also saw the painting. His eyes immediately turned red.

“Where is Niem Niem?”

“In kindergarten.”

“I want to see you.”

"Wait until the custody and visitation rights agreement is signed and then count."

He looked at me.

“You are her father.”

I pushed Khai Minh Tinh's documents in front of him.

“When I became the father of another child.”

“Have you ever thought about her?”

He sat down. Cover your face with both hands. It took a long time to speak up.

“Tinh Tinh is truly my child.”

"I know."

“At that time, I had just given birth to Niem Niem and was in a very bad mood.”

“Man Man is next door drinking with me.”

“Then we…”

“Actually, I want to break it off later.”

I looked at him.

“There is no need to tell the process.”

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

“It's not that I don't love Niem Niem.”

“Did you know she is allergic to strawberries?”

He was stunned. I asked again:

“Do you know what her International Children's performance is called?”

His lips moved slightly. But couldn't say a word. He couldn't answer.

“How many teeth has she changed since last week?”

He was silent.

“What food is she most afraid of in kindergarten?”

He remained silent. I nodded.

“Do you see?”

“It's not that I don't love her.”

“But I don't remember.”

That's worse than not loving. If you don't love, at least you can admit it. Don't even remember. Still wants to enjoy all the privileges of a father. Chu Du Xuyen's tears fell.

“I will make it up to you.”

I turned to the property division page in the agreement.

“So let's start from here.”

Van Giang Nhat Hao apartment belongs to me. The right to raise Niem Niem belongs to me. The amount of 100,000 yuan transferred from the joint account was determined to be spent for improper purposes during the marriage and must be returned. All compensation arising from forged signatures, impersonation of identity and illegal use of personal information is the responsibility of Chu Du Xuyen. All visits must be registered in advance. Do not bring Chu Tinh Than, Tham Man or Ton Ngoc Phan into contact with Niem Niem. Look at the last clause. His hand trembled slightly.

“After all, my mother is Niem Niem's grandmother.”

“When she changed Niem Niem's leading dance outfit to someone else, she didn't think so.”

He closed his eyes. The tip of the pen touches the paper. After signing the last page. He suddenly asked:

“Can you please not change her name?”

I looked at him.

“She's been using that name for so many years.”

“When I gave her that name, brother Who are you thinking of?"

His face was gray. Cannot answer. I put the agreement away.

“The name change application has already been submitted.”

“From now on, her name will be Co An Ninh.”

Not missing anyone. It's the child who deserves peace. International Children's Day. The kindergarten hall was extremely bustling. Niem Niem... No, now it's An Ninh. The girl was wearing a white chiffon dress standing backstage. There is still a light pink stain on the hem of the skirt. I don't cover it up anymore. The first day the needle pierced my hand. It was the first day I learned that someone was using my name to be the mother of another child. That trace. Should be kept. The teacher adjusted the girl's hairpin.

“An Ninh, are you nervous?”

An Ninh shook her head. The girl turned back to look at me.

“Mom, after dancing, let's go eat cake, okay?”