Chapter 3 — A Little Sweetness

9 "Oh my god, Tham Muc used to be your tutor! Dao Dao, you really managed to hide this big thing! Then what? How did big brother get to the position he is in now?" Lam Loc was excited, as if he had just discovered a scoop: "Your family used to support him, so his success now is thanks to your family's help?" My eyes darkened. In fact, it was the opposite. When my family gave up supporting me, that was when Tham Muc had the hardest time. His grandmother urgently needed surgery, and the project he was developing with others had just begun. That year he was in his third year of college, and everything needed money. During that time, Tham Muc really lived a miserable life. When he came to my house to tutor, he didn't even dare to call a car. He walked to and from home, the only time he called for a car was when I asked to come to his house to play. He said his house was very small and carefully took me home. I only know that my father stopped supporting Tham Muc after taking the university entrance exam. At that time, because I failed to confess my love, I cut off contact with him for a month and blocked all means of communication. During that time, he and I did not see each other once. Unexpectedly, the words "Try to take the university entrance exam" that he called through someone else's phone the day before the exam would be the last time we talked. I heard that you took your grandparents out of the Province, but I don't know where they went. Now, Tham Muc has become a big figure in the business world, someone who is unattainable. Even when my family had not encountered any incidents, the distance between me and him was too far. I finished arranging the last row of mineral water: "I don't know what will happen to Tham Muc in the future. He and I... are not familiar with each other." At this time, there were several school leaders surrounding a young man who entered, and the hall suddenly became noisy. Lam Loc excitedly held my hand: "Oh my god, it's Tham Muc! A real person!"10 Tham Muc really came to attend the school's celebration. That's right, he was once a graduate of Provincetown University. Now that he has achieved such achievements, and is in Provincetown, the school will definitely do its best to invite him back. The dark suit fits well, a polite smile appears on Tham Muc's lips, but his eyes are cold and distant. Probably the person he didn't want to meet the most was me. After arranging the water, I quickly sneaked out the back door of the hall, not caring about the cold eyes that were increasingly clearly placed on me. I thought no one noticed, but as I walked out the back door, footsteps sounded behind me. I turned my head, unexpectedly it was Tham Muc with an unhappy look on his face. "Giang Dao, you are avoiding me." The tall shadow descended, I felt my breathing become rapid. Just as I was about to step back, a large hand grabbed my waist, forcing me against the wall. My body was glued to Tham Muc, without a gap, I panicked: "Tham Muc, what are you doing!" Tham Muc's black eyes stared: "Now I know you call me Tham Muc, just now you said you didn't know each other?" There was restraint in his eyes, but no matter how he hid it, the old wildness was still evident. His fingers gently caressed my face, slowly rubbing: "Giang Dao, you've called me brother for a year, do you need me to repeat it?" I bit my lip and didn't speak. Tham Muc smiled slightly and gently pinched my earlobe: "So it looks like you agree." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned me around and pressed my face against the wall. Before I could utter a word, the skin around my waist was exposed to the air. Cold fingers touched, his other hand covered my eyes. Tham Muc bent down, feeling the wetness gently falling on my back, causing shivers to run down my back

along the spine. I'm inherently very sensitive, and not long after, my body began to tremble slightly. Seeing my face turn red, Tham Muc let me go. I panted slightly. Tham Muc raised his hand to fix my hair: "Giang Dao, you still haven't changed." My face became even redder, he was talking about my sensitive spot! I pushed his hand away: "What does it have to do with you?" Tham Muc's voice was calm: "Come to my company, be my assistant." I didn't hide anymore, looked straight at him: "Why? To serve you?" "The salary is set by you." "I only know how to draw, not how to be an assistant." Tham Mu slightly curled his lips: "I will teach you." 11 I have never had to live miserable days. In Provincetown, my family has always had a certain status. My mother died while giving birth to me, so my father pampered me very much. As long as it's what I want, no matter how expensive, dad will buy it for me. Therefore, since childhood I have been accustomed to having a personality that is both arrogant and pampered. I don't have many hobbies, and in college I studied traditional painting. That was the only thing from childhood to adulthood that made me able to calmly work. Now that I'm about to graduate from graduate school, I thought that after graduating, I would open my own gallery or become a freelance artist. But then my family encountered an incident, my father was cheated out of all his money by his friends. Perhaps he never expected that the friend he grew up with would want to destroy him. Despite some hesitation, my father still chose to believe unconditionally. The project he was tricked into investing in had a big flaw, and the person responsible was my father. He sold both the car and the house, just to keep my life intact. He hid it from me, doing things he had never had to do before. It wasn't until last year, when he was hospitalized for overwork, that I realized my family had collapsed. Debt piled up, previous business partners stayed away from my family. Only when one has not fallen can one see that the world is full of good people. When falling into poverty, everyone wants to step on me. But even in such circumstances, my father was lying on the hospital bed, still saying: "Dao Dao, don't worry, just focus on painting. After graduating, I will open a gallery for you." People grow up, perhaps just for a moment. I sold all my luxury items, sent out a series of applications, hoping to become a traditional painting teacher. But this industry is too competitive and jobs are hard to find. The positions are suitable for me, the internship salary is not enough to support myself. Yet now I can easily get a job that pays 20,000 yuan per month? In Tham Muc's company, where everyone wants to go? 12During the day, I boldly made a request: "Twenty thousand yuan, one month." Tham Muc smiled lightly, raised his hand to look at the clock: "Okay, report at this time tomorrow." At night, after washing my hair, I lay in bed thinking for a long time. Why? I aggressively demanded 20,000 yuan per month, but Tham Mu didn't blink and agreed immediately. Is there some conspiracy, or do you want to humiliate me? But 20 thousand yuan, even if you want to insult my pride, is there anything I can't do? Even if I have to kneel, I will accept it. I can't think clearly, I really can't understand. With a suspicious attitude, the next morning I appeared on time at the door of Tham Thi Group. Standing in front of the general manager's office, I took a few deep breaths and finally placed my hand on the doorknob. Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind: "Giang Dao." I was startled and immediately turned around: "Tham, General Tham." Tham Muc smiled softly: "Am I that scary?" "No, but why did you appear behind me?" Tham Muc's eyes slightly curved.

When I got up, he adjusted my backpack that was hanging on my shoulder: "I came here to pick you up, but it seems I missed it." I absent-mindedly thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Tham." Tham Muc narrowed his eyes and just looked straight at me. I took an uncomfortable step back: "What, what's going on?" Tham Muc raised his eyebrows: "Today you don't seem to be as afraid of me as before, how good are you?" Good? What kind of word is that? My face suddenly turned red, I explained in a low voice: "It's okay, you are my boss now, my god." Tham Muc smiled lightly, bent down, his left hand passed me to open the door, his right hand grabbed my neck, pulling me into the office. The cold watch touched the skin of my neck, making me shiver and my whole body stiffen. Tham Muc bent down and whispered in my ear: "Giang Dao, welcome to join Tham Thi."