Chapter 2 — At My Boyfriend's Birthday Party, Just Because My Dad Said "Carrying Cement", He Ran Away In The Night

Having finished speaking, she still regretfully patted Ha Du Chu's shoulder.

"Du Chu, that's not what I wanted to say."

"It's just Tieu Hoa... sigh..."

"Your heart is really good, but your vision can no longer keep up with your current position."

Ha Du Chu's eyes stopped on the gift box in front of me. His eyebrows frowned slightly. He didn't look at me. Just turned around and smiled at the friends around.

"Okay. Anyway, Tieu Hoa is willing."

"Everyone, stop saying that."

The more generous he seemed, the more pity and contempt the eyes of the people around me looked at. It was as if I was Cinderella who was not qualified to enter the prince's world, and had even become a burden to him. Finally, Ha Du Chu turned to look at me. The voice was still gentle. But it carries an imposition that does not allow refusal.

"Tieu Hoa."

"I received the gift."

"But what you promised me before... how prepared are you?"

My heart tightened slightly. I know what he's talking about. Three months ago, he set his sights on the latest version of the Porsche Panamera. The rolling price is nearly 3,000,000 yuan. During that time, he kept hinting, both directly and indirectly. Hopefully on his birthday, I will give that car to him. At that time, I did not agree. But don't refuse either. I'm still hesitant. I hesitate... Not because of money. Only 3,000,000 yuan, to my family is like a drop of water in the ocean. I just want to know, in his heart, the feelings between us and a car, which is more important in the end. That's why I set up the drama today. A test that is a bit expensive. But absolutely worth it. I took a deep breath, met his expectant eyes, and pretended to be awkward and said:

"Du Chu, that car... might have some problem."

The smile on Ha Du Chu's face immediately froze.

"What's the problem? Haven't you bought it yet?"

"It's not..."

I bowed my head, my voice as small as a mosquito's cry.

"My dad said that our family is having financial difficulties lately and can't afford that much money..."

The whole space immediately fell into silence. All eyes turned to me as if they were looking at the biggest joke in the world. Ly Tay became even more exaggerated, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Oh my god, Tieu Hoa, you're not kidding, are you? You promised Du Chu, how can you change your mind? It's just a car, can't your family even get that much money out?"

Another man also smiled faintly and added:

"That's right. Du Chu treats you so well. Doesn't he worry about what you eat, drink, wear, and wear everyday clothes? Now that it's his birthday, are you being so negligent?"

Ha Du Chu's face was extremely unsightly. He stared at me, his eyes about to spit fire.

"Khuong Hoa, say it again."

I tightened my grip on the phone. Fingertips are a bit cold. It's time to get started. I raised my head, deliberately leaving my eyes covered with a thin layer of steam, my voice carrying the sound of sobs.

"Du Chu, don't be angry. Can I call my father again and ask him again?"

As I said that, I dialed my dad's number right in front of everyone. Even intentionally turned on the speakerphone.

"Tut... tut..."

The phone is quickly connected. Dad's familiar loud voice I immediately rang out from the other end of the line.

"Hello? Daughter! What's wrong? Do you miss your dad?"

I sniffed my nose, putting all my acting skills into my next sentence.

"Dad... I asked you about this..."

"What's going on?"

"Well... about buying a car... Dad, can you think of another way? Today is Du Chu's birthday, I promised him..."

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds. After that, my father's honest yet helpless voice rang out clearly throughout the banquet hall.

"Daughter, don't make it difficult for me anymore."

"Where does our family get so much money? Dad is still at the construction site carrying cement in order to send me to college! Yesterday I almost twisted my back!"

I felt like the whole world suddenly became quiet. Everyone seemed to have pressed the pause button, looking at me simultaneously. Contempt. Ha Du Chu's face changed from black to the color of pig liver. His chest rose and fell violently, as if the next second he would explode with anger. I turned off the phone and looked at him cautiously. His eyes were red, tears threatening to fall.

"Dau Chu, I..."

A shrill noise rang out. The gift box containing the custom-made suit in front of me was knocked to the ground by Ha Du Chu. The dark gray vest slid out of the box. Fall to the floor. Immediately after, he was stepped on by a high heel shoe.

"Khuong Hoa!"

Ha Du Chu pointed straight at my face. His voice trembled with indignation.

"Are you still ashamed?"

"Carrying cement?"

"Is your dad a guy carrying cement?!"

"For the past three years, you've pretended to be Miss Thien Kim. It's fun to trick me, isn't it?!"

"I'm really blind to like a poor and miserable woman like you!"

He is like a mad lion. Vent all your anger on me.

"Farewell!"

"Let's break up now!"

"I, Ha Du Chu, cannot bear this kind of loss of face!"

After shouting that sentence, it was as if he looked at me for just one more second and felt disgusted. Turn around to leave. Ly Tay and others immediately rushed to hold him back.

"Du Chu, don't get excited!"

"It's not worth being angry about this kind of woman!"

Bach Lo Vi also stepped forward. She said nothing. Just looked at me with eyes that were both pitiful and noble. Then gently patted Ha Du Chu's back.

"Du Chu, stop being angry."

"It's not worth getting angry because of people like her."

Ha Du Chu took a deep breath. As if a decision had finally been made. He shook his friends' hands away and walked in front of me. Looking down from above. There was no longer any gentleness in those eyes from before. There is only coldness and hatred to the core. He bowed. Picked up the suit that had been stepped on and wrinkled from the ground. Then didn't bother to look even once. Throw it directly into the trash not far away.

"My stuff..."

"Not worthy of me."

Having finished speaking, he took off the Ferragamo leather shoes I had given him and threw them straight into the trash.

"Your cheap things make me feel dirty."

He walked barefoot on the cold marble floor.