Chapter 5 — After Divorce, I Have a Family Again

La Can Du on the other side was stunned by my screams and remained silent for a long time, not daring to say anything. A moment later, La Minh Dao's voice rang out again, this time with some barely noticeable tension.

"What do you say? Bui Thua Da is looking for someone?"

“What do you think?” I laughed coldly, "His son is at my place. Now the whole world is offering a reward of one hundred million to find someone. Do you think he will find me?"

The other end of the line was silent. I can imagine his heavy face right now. Although the Bui family and the La family are both wealthy, river water does not violate well water. Now that they are involved in each other because of their children, the consequences are truly unimaginable.

“Where are you?” He asked.

“What did I tell you to do?”

“Chu Nhuan, this is not a joke, Bui Thua Da is someone you cannot mess with.”

“I know, but it's all thanks to your talented son!”

I finished screaming and decisively hung up. I don't want to say another word to them. I made this phone call just to let them know the seriousness of the situation, so they can prepare mentally. Don't come to the point where Bui Thua Da comes to the door and still doesn't know anything. After turning off the phone, I felt the congestion in my heart ease somewhat. But the problem, is still not resolved.

10

Whatever happens will happen. That afternoon, I was in the yard with Bui Du Mac watering flowers for my father to plant. A row of black sedans stopped quietly in front of my villa gate. The car door opened, a group of bodyguards wearing black suits stepped down one by one, standing in two rows. Finally, from the Rolls-Royce in the middle, a man got down. The man was very tall, wearing a well-tailored black suit, with a straight figure. He was standing against the light, I couldn't see his face clearly. But I could feel it, a strong, suffocating pressure coming straight to my face. My heart sank slightly. I know, Bui Thua Da has arrived. Bui Du Mac also saw him in the yard, his little face immediately turned pale. The watering can in its hand made a "pop" and fell to the ground, instinctively hiding behind me. The man took long strides, step by step walking towards us. His leather shoes stepped on the stone path, making a sharp sound, each step seemed to step directly on my heart. Finally, he stood before us. Under the sunlight, I finally saw his face clearly. It was an extremely handsome face, sharp lines, a high straight nose, and thin, tightly pursed lips. Only those eyes, bottomless, cold as if tempered in ice, made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts. He is Bui Thua Da. The King of Hell lives in rumors. His eyes first fell on Bui Du Mac who was hiding behind me. There were flashes of complex emotions, anger, anxiety, but more of a pain I couldn't understand. Then, his eyes slowly moved to my face.

“It was you who took my son away?”

His voice was colder than I expected, carrying no temperature at all. My scalp felt numb with that look, but I still tried to support and shield the boy behind me.

“It's not that I kidnapped it, it's that it voluntarily followed me.”

“This is a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?” Bui Thua Da laughed coldly, but the smile never reached his eyes.

“You see Am I a fool?

He took a step forward, his powerful aura forcing me to almost not be able to breathe.

“I don't care what your purpose is, whether it's from the La family, or whether it's because you're greedy.”

“Now, hand over my son.”

“If not, bear the consequences.”

I bit my lip, not moving. Bui Du Mac was behind me, his two small hands holding my shirt tightly.

“I'm not coming back!”

It stuck its small head out from behind me and shouted loudly towards Bui Thua Da.

“I don't want to follow you home! I want to be with you!”

Bui Thua Da's face instantly darkened. He stared at Bui Du Mac, storms rolling in his eyes.

“Bui Du Mac, say it again.”

“I said I'm not coming back!” Bui Du Mac arched his neck and looked straight at him without fear, "Dad never cared about me! Dad is not a good dad!”

A child's heartless words are the sharpest knife. Bui Thua Da's body shook slightly, very difficult to detect. The expression on his face, in that moment, seemed to crack. It was a mixture of shock, hurt and pain. I saw his clenched hand tremble slightly. The air seemed to freeze. At this moment of extreme tension, my parents heard the commotion and also came out of the house. Seeing the scene in the yard, both of them were startled.

“Tieu Noan, what is this about?” My mother quickly asked.

Before I could explain, a bodyguard behind Bui Thua Da stepped up and said to my parents:

"We are Mr. Bui's people, coming to take the little master home."

My parents heard and immediately understood. Page Van fell in love. They looked at Bui Thua Da, then looked at Bui Du Mac who was hiding behind me, his face full of worry.

“Mr. Bui, right?” After all, my father is an experienced person and quickly calmed down.

“The child is still young, if there's something wrong, say it slowly, don't scare him.”

Bui Thua Da did not pay attention to my father, his eyes from beginning to end remained locked on Bui Du Mac.

“Bui Du Mac, I ask you one last time, are you going home or not?”

“Not coming back!”

Bui Du Mac answered decisively. Bui Thua Da closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only a cold piece of ice remained at the bottom of his eyes. He did not say any unnecessary words and directly ordered the bodyguards behind him.

“Take the boy away.”

“Clear.”

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward.

“No way!” I reflexively spread my arms, blocking Bui Du Mac's face.

“You can't force him away!”

“Get out of the way.”

A bodyguard coldly said two words and raised his hand to push me.

“Stop!”

Bui Thua Da suddenly spoke up. The other bodyguard's hand stopped in mid-air. Bui Thua Da looked at me with complicated eyes.

“What do you want?”

“Money? Or is it something the La family can't give you?"

I was so angry that I burst out laughing.

“Mr. Bui, in your eyes, can everything be measured with money?”

“I don't need anything.”

“I just feel, you shouldn't treat a child like that.”

“What it needs is companionship and love, not cold and forced orders like this.”