Chapter 15 — After Kicking the Medical Professor

Now he was standing in the middle of a pile of bright yellow corn leaves, there were bark chips on his coat, waiting for two months to finally ask. I swallowed the croissant, licking the crumbs from the corner of my mouth.

"I'm telling the truth, you can't laugh at me."

“Don't laugh.”

“Because I like you.”

He was stunned. I lowered my head to look at the toes of my shoes, my voice getting quieter and softer: "In grade 12, I liked you a little bit. I originally dated online just to relieve pressure, not really do it, but I found myself becoming more and more dependent on you. Every night I wait for your text messages, I can't sleep without hearing voice messages, and I often save screenshots of your pictures to secretly watch." I took a deep breath.

"Then I panicked. I was only eighteen, you were twenty-eight, in the past my mother was also much younger than my father. As a result, after being married for ten years, they divorced. I was afraid that I would sink deeper and deeper. If you stopped feeling new and dumped me, I would be very miserable."

“Should I dump you first?”

“Yes.” I nodded, broke the vase and suffered, "I think it's better to end it early, long pain is better than short pain."

The corn leaves on top of my head fell to pieces, one grazed my shoulder and fell to the ground. Tham Khinh Chu was silent for a long time, then he reached out his hand and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to raise my head to look at him. His eye sockets were slightly red.

“To Van Le.”

“…Yes.”

“Have you ever thought about why I fell in love online with a self-proclaimed 28-year-old 'banker girl'?"

I shook my head. He lowered his head to look at me, his voice a bit hoarse.

“Because I realized that I seemed to like someone in real life that I couldn't reach, so I arbitrarily found a virtual partner online to distract my attention.”

My head made a loud "beep" sound.

“What do you mean?”

"I mean," He curled the corner of his mouth, smiling very softly, "Before I fell in love online, I met you. Your dad posted a video of you dancing ballet on WeChat, I watched it seven or eight times."

“…………”

“Then some bad luck forced him to download a friend-making app. After two days of using it, he swiped at a girl named 'Luu Le', saying she was 28 years old, worked in an investment bank, and liked mature, mature men."

He looked at my dumb expression and gently patted my head.

"At that time I thought, this girl is really brave, lying about her age without feeling guilty at all."

“Then why didn't you expose me then!”

“If you expose it, I'm afraid you'll run away.” He withdrew his hand and sighed, "As a result, if I don't expose you, you'll run away."

My whole body felt like it was being struck by lightning over and over again. Turns out he knew from the beginning. From beginning to end, in front of you I was just an invisible person. He clearly understood all of my self-proclaimed smart tricks, such as photoshopping photos, changing my age, and fabricating work experience, and then followed along and acted with me for nine months.

“Tham Khinh Chu!!” I clutched the paper bag in my hand, "You hid it from me so well!!"

“I'm hiding even more from you.” He smiled, "Now it's even."

"No draw! I'm hiding another key piece of information from you!"

“So what now?”

I fiercely took a big bite of the croissant, my cheeks bulging, glaring at him.

“I have to invite you to eat bread for a whole month.”

“Okay.”

“Plus every day I take my children to school.”

“Copper idea."

“In addition, the salary of an anatomy teaching assistant will double next term——”

“That thing you said doesn't count.”

“Then it's okay to reduce it by half.”

He smiled and nodded, reaching out his hand to gently wipe away the breadcrumbs stuck to the corner of my mouth. This time he didn't withdraw his hand anymore, his fingers lingered at the corner of my mouth, his eyes stopped on my lips.

“The survey period is over,” He said in a low voice, “Is this considered a special exception?”

My heart is pounding like a drum.

“Which one do you point to?”