Chapter 1 — With only 9 Yuan left in my card, I decided to go abroad

My Husband's Yearly Salary was 2,000,000 Yuan (about 7.2 billion VND), He transferred it all to his Mother, Only 9 Yuan (about 32 thousand VND) remained in his Card, So I Went Abroad My husband's yearly salary was 2,000,000 Yuan, but not a single penny was kept for this small family, everything was transferred to his mother. In the couple's joint card, the final balance was only 9 yuan. I used my last few coins to buy a bowl of hot wontons, then accepted a project from the company and sent me to Singapore to work for eight months. Before boarding the plane, I turned off my phone. Four days later, when I turned it back on, the screen showed 83 missed calls and 152 unread messages. A man is a financial elite, with a yearly income of 2,000,000 yuan, yet he choked up in a text message:

“I'm about to no longer have a hot meal to eat…”

The announcement at the cashier counter rang.

“Dear customers, the balance is insufficient.”

The convenience store employee pushed the card back in front of me, his fingertips lightly tapping on the table. There were still four or five people in line behind, some people were starting to lose patience and sigh. I don't turn around. Just pick up your phone and open the banking app. Joint savings card. Account owner: Tham Trach Chu. Balance: 9 yuan. Only 9 yuan left. I looked at that number, but there was no emotion at all. Not angry either. Like a basin of water splashed on the ground, it quietly disappears, leaving no sound.

“I won't take these anymore, sorry.”

I put the shopping cart back in its original place and turned to leave. Across the street there was a small stall selling wontons, white hot steam rising from the boiling pot.

“Boss, give me a small portion of wontons.”

“Eight yuan, scan code or cash?”

I open WeChat. In the e-wallet there are still 11 yuan and 3 dimes. I scanned the payment code. The bowl of wontons that arrived in my hand was so hot that I had to switch to the other hand. I sat down on a plastic chair by the roadside and slowly ate each bite. The broth is very hot. The shell is very thin. There is meat inside. But I couldn't taste any flavor. Tham Zechu, annual salary 2 million yuan. We were married three years. Every month, on the day his salary is transferred to his account, he will immediately transfer all the money to his mother - Trieu Que Tran. Don't keep even a penny. I once said:

“Trach Chu, we should also save some money for ourselves.”

He replied again:

"Mom is keeping it for us. She knows how to manage finances, letting her keep it is more reliable than saving it herself."

That partnership card... It's all the money he left for this family. Monthly home loan: 16 thousand yuan. Car loan: 7 thousand yuan. Management fee. Electricity and water bills. Social money goes back and forth. Everything is deducted from my salary card. I reminded him more than once.

"The household expenses are so big, it's really tiring for me to bear it alone."

But he didn't care at all.

"My annual salary is not low, it's more than enough."

A man with an annual salary of 2 million yuan... In this marriage, he has never spent even a single penny. A research and development director of a cosmetics company... She lives like a free maid, and has to spend her own money to support her husband's family. I swallowed the last wonton. The bottom of the bowl is empty. I took out my phone and opened my company mailbox. Boss Ngo's email sent two hours ago still hasn't been read. Branch The company's Singapore is having a large project to build a new product line, and needs someone to lead a team there to work on-site for eight months. Last week he asked me. At that time I also replied:

"Boss Ngo, I can't arrange family matters here yet."

And now… I stared at that email. The finger hovers above the screen. Three seconds later, I typed down the reply line.

"Boss Ngo, I accept the project. You can leave at any time."

The phone screen darkens. The remaining broth at the bottom of the bowl has also cooled. I stood up and threw the bowl into the recycling bin next to me. After walking twenty steps... I realized I no longer wanted to turn back. By the time I got home it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. There were no lights on in the room, only flickering light from the TV screen. Tham Trach Chu huddled on the sofa playing games, the phone was on speaker, the noisy sound echoed throughout the room.

“Are you back?”

He didn't even bother to raise his head.

"Today I transferred sixty thousand to my mother. She saw a jade bracelet and said to wear it to take care of her body."

Pausing for a moment, he said again:

“Ah yes, remember to pay your credit card bill this month.”

I changed my shoes and walked in front of him.

“It's okay if Mom likes it.”

Even I found my voice strange. Too calm. Also too cold. He finally raised his head from the screen, frowning slightly.

"Where's dinner? Why isn't it cooked yet? I'm starving to death."

I looked at him.

“Let's order food out, I don't want to cook today.”

Having finished speaking, I didn't wait for him to open his mouth, turned around and went straight to the bedroom. I used my phone to order a portion of porridge. Outside the living room, he snorted coldly.

"I don't know what to do anymore, it's really confusing."

Then continue playing the game. That night he slept very soundly. Still snoring. I don't sleep. At half past eleven, waiting for his snores to calm down, I gently got out of bed. Open the wardrobe and start packing your luggage. Personal documents. Work card. Professional certificate. Each book is neatly folded and put into a bag. The laptop that stores all my project plans and recipe data is also placed in the computer bag, zipped shut. The clothes I brought were very little. In the past three years, I've almost never bought anything for myself. Most of the space in the closet is filled with Tham Trach Chu's suits and shirts. For each shirt, you can see the price in four digits or more. They were all purchased by swiping my card. The little corner that belongs to me in the closet is so empty it's funny. I squatted in front of the closet, folded my few clothes and stuffed them into my suitcase. The suitcase is not big. But after cleaning up, nearly half of it was still empty. Three years of marriage. The things I can take away… that's all. Halfway through packing, I suddenly noticed a delivery box placed on the tea table. It's been opened, the lid hasn't been closed yet. Normally I don't touch his things. But on the other box was printed the logo of a jewelry brand. I know that brand. Not cheap. I walked over and took a quick look. Inside is a purchase invoice and a delivery note. On the invoice it says:

“A natural freshwater pearl necklace — 52 thousand yuan.”