Chapter 3 — 5 Years Love, A Joke

3 "Don't worry, I will definitely give An Hinh the happiest marriage." Then, when we finished studying and returned to the country, the wedding was also arranged. But then early this year, Ta Van Nhu entered the company as an intern. The story from then on was like a train that was reversed, going the other way. As a secretary, Ta Van Nhu often called and texted Pho Than in the middle of the night. One time, even when we were in bed, a call came in. Before he could even pull up his pants, he answered the phone. I was suspicious and secretly checked my phone. But nothing was detected. The first time I met Ta Van Nhu was in the passenger seat of his car. That day was the day we went to get our marriage certificate. Before he could even enter the door, Pho Than was pulled away by her call. I waited until the Civil Affairs Department closed. After that, he drove back to pick me up. As soon as she saw me, Ta Van Nhu immediately obediently got out of the passenger seat and retreated to the back seat. "Today, if it weren't for the Deputy General's help, my mother wouldn't have been able to be hospitalized." "Ms. An Hinh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that today was the day you and the Deputy General were going to register your marriage." "Next time, let me make an appointment for you two!" Hearing about her alone taking care of her seriously ill mother, my compassion arose again, and my doubts temporarily subsided. However, making appointment after appointment mistake time and time again finally made me look back at their relationship. Pho Than's protection and defense of her became increasingly obvious, not even afraid to humiliate me in front of others. Only then did I understand that from day to day, he gave all his love to her. … I took a taxi to the hospital to get my wound bandaged, then returned home. As soon as I opened the door, the fragrant smell of meat entered my nose. Pho Than was busy in the kitchen. When he brought out a bowl of porridge, he stopped a bit when he saw me. "Bring the porridge in, I'll apologize to someone, this matter is over." Before I could refuse, he shoved the hot bowl straight into my hand. Seeing my hand still bandaged, his voice was filled with contempt: "Don't imitate that kind of pretense anymore." "An Hinh, to be honest, instead, you should spend more time reading books, improving your cultivation." "Compared to Ta Van Nhu, you are actually worse than a little." The wound on his hand burned, but not as painful as the pain in his heart. Right in front of him, I threw the bowl of porridge away. "Zhang" - the bowl shattered, hot porridge splashed. I curled my lips and let go: "Pho Than, instead of comparing me with her, you should check your eyes and brain." "You don't need to compare yourself to anyone." Pho Than's jawline was tense, containing anger. "Sister An Hinh, how could you be like that?" "This is a bowl of Pho porridge." The president himself cooked it for you!" I turned around and looked at Ta Van Nhu who was leaning against the door frame. "Do you want to eat?" She looked at me stunned, but before I could react, I pulled her straight in front of me. "The porridge was personally cooked by the Deputy General, it cannot be wasted." "Then you can eat it all!" I pressed her head into the bowl of porridge. Ta Van Nhu struggled, hitting his hand on the floor, making a choking sound. Pho Than immediately kicked me hard in the back, pulled me away, and hugged her to his chest. "An Hinh, are you crazy?" I ignored the scolding behind me and turned back to the room. Looking at the blood seeping from my palm, I finally couldn't help but burst into tears. Standing by the window, I dialed the phone number my father had given me. "Tomorrow, go to register the marriage at 1:00 p.m., is this a good time?" The other end of the line seemed to be in a meeting, and just quietly replied "okay." "I'll let the assistant set the time." Not long after, I received the marriage registration notice. Among the 99 divorce applications, only one marriage registration appeared

clear, dazzling. It turns out, this matter could have been so simple. "It's so late, who are you calling?" Pho Than suddenly pushed the door open and walked in, his eyes stopped at the blood-soaked bandages falling on the floor. "Are you... really injured?" A flash of regret flashed in his eyes, he quickly walked closer, turned my hand over to examine it. "I didn't know you were that seriously ill." "Why didn't you say?"