Chapter 2 — The Light Outside The Door

Lam Tu's hand holding the steering wheel tightened. “Are you sure you want to know?” Co Dien Chu did not answer. The street lights outside the car window passed one by one, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, shining on his face. A long time later, he said: "Forget it." But Lam Tu knew that from that day on, an address kept appearing in the search history on Co Dien Chu's phone. It's my apartment address. I looked it up. But never came once. * 【Chapter 3】 I have always known Tran Man Ninh's existence. When she was in college, she and Co Dien Chu were in the same group of friends, their relationship was ambiguous, just one step away from being together. It was Mrs. Co who stepped forward to stop her - "That girl's thoughts are too deep, she's not suitable to be the Co family's daughter-in-law." After that, there was a contract marriage between me and Co Dien Chu. In some ways, I am a wall between her and Co Dien Chu. The wall has now been demolished. Her movements were so quick that it was taken for granted. The number of screenshots sent to me by Khuong Nhiem is increasing. At parties she stands next to him. Accidental encounters during business trips. She even used the identity of "Design Consultant" to appear at Co Thi's partner's dinner party. Her circle of friends is always so precise that it's half-closed and half-open - not pierced, but everyone can see it. She even intentionally arranged to have an intimate dinner with the Co family once. In the middle of the party, someone mentioned to me: "I heard that Nhuoc Diem and Dien Chu are divorced?" Tran Man Ninh smiled and took a sip of wine, his tone gentle and moderate: "Fate cannot be forced. But lately Dien Chu's condition is indeed much better, maybe... there are relationships that were inherently inappropriate." The implication is that - Tham Nhuoc Diem is gone, Co Dien Chu's life is much better. This word naturally reached Mrs. Co's ears. The old lady put down her teacup and said something neither salty nor bland: "Living well? The boy has lost 4 or 5 kilos, and can't sleep until 3 or 4 a.m. every day. Is that called a good life?" Everyone around looked at each other. Tran Man Ninh's hand stiffened slightly. But she quickly regained her smile: "Is that so? So it must be because work is too busy." She doesn't believe it. Or maybe she doesn't want to believe it. In her perception — Tham Nhuoc Diem is just a painter, with no background, no background, two years of marriage, Co Dien Chu has never even touched her. A "contract wife" at this level is gone, so why should Co Dien Chu care? She began to increase the level of her attacks. Meet Co Dien Chu for dinner. The reason is always perfect —— "Dien Chu, I want you to help me look at the design plan of this project", "I'm passing by your company on the way, bring you a cup of coffee". Co Dien Chu did not refuse. Or in other words —— he simply didn't care. The coffee left on the table was cold and no one touched it. The design plan glanced at it and said "Send email to the design department". During the meal, I just looked at my phone. But Tran Man Ninh didn't care. She just needs the truth to "appear next to you". Photos are released, innuendos are released, public opinion will naturally help her complete the rest. Meanwhile, me right now —— I don't know anything. I'm just seriously living my life. Painting, taking orders, sometimes eating hot pot with Khuong Nhiem, eating and sleeping on time every day. Until day 43. My stomach hurt so much that I collapsed on the floor and couldn't get up. * 【Chapter 4】 Stomach illness actually doesn't happen suddenly.