Chapter 1 — Baby Copy Bring Me Closer to You One More Time

I, To Tieu Mi, a pastry baker and part-time elopement expert. Five years ago, I ran from a man's bed. The reason is no different, he is too strong, my waist can't bear it. Five years later, I took a miniature version of him with me and opened a small bakery in the country. I thought the years would pass peacefully, until an order worth billions hit me right in the face. Customer: Pho Thi Group, Pho Thua Nghiem. I looked at the familiar name engraved into my bones on the order, my hands trembled, I almost crushed the macaron I had just finished making. Harsh fate, truly cruel fate. I swear, this time after delivery, I immediately ran away and bought a ticket to run all night! 【Chapter 1】“Mami, can I have another bear cookie today?” A soft voice rang at my feet, I bowed my head, immediately touching the big, round, sparkling eyes. My son, To Tinh Ngon, his family name is Banh Gao. He is four and a half years old this year. His appearance is... hard to say. Not ugly, but too handsome, so handsome that it doesn't look like me at all, but on the contrary, nine times like the man I want to stay away from. I felt guilty and rubbed his little head: "No, Rice Cake, eating too many sweets will cause tooth decay." "But mom, yesterday mom said, as long as you're obedient, you'll get another one today." The little boy puffed out his small chest, full of reason. I squatted down, pinched his chubby cheeks: "That's because yesterday I didn't receive a... um... super large order." "How big?" "So big that it can cover all my cookies for the next ten years." I coaxed my son, looking at the new order I received on my phone, my scalp numb. 【Deputy Group, orders for afternoon tea, please deliver to the CEO's office on the top floor before three o'clock this afternoon. Contact person: Assistant Tran.】 Below is a long and dizzying list of pastries, behind the total amount is a series of zeros that I can't count. The most annoying thing is the default name of the recipient - Pho Thua Nghiem. It's been five years. I thought I would never be associated with this name again in my whole life. That year I ran away so decisively, in the middle of the night I bought a hard-seat train ticket, from South to North, changed three cities, and finally settled down in this small town. I opened a small bakery, called "Tieu Mi's Kitchen", business was not too bad, enough to support me and Banh Gao to live comfortably. Who would have thought that he would find me? Still in this way. "Phi Phi, save lives! 100,000 first aid!" I called my best friend Lam Phi Phi, my voice trembling. "What's wrong, Tieu Mi? Did your oven explode?" "It's more serious than an oven exploding! Pho Thua Nghiem found me!" The other end of the line was silent for three seconds, then a shrill, ear-splitting scream rang out: "Ah ah! Pho Thua Nghiem... that's not right, Pho Thua Nghiem?! Is it the person who made you run away with a pain in your waist that year? How did he find you? Is he planning to arrest you? Sisters, run away." Quick! I'll help you book a plane ticket! I held my forehead: "He didn't come to arrest me, he just... placed an order for afternoon tea at my shop." "...Huh?" Lam Phi Phi's brain obviously couldn't keep up, "So, five years later, his first preemptive strike against you was to use money to beat you to death?" "I don't know! Now my head is a mess!" I ruffled my hair, "Tell me, did he recognize me?" I stared at that order, the more I looked at it, the more it looked like a wanted notice. "So what should I do? Don't accept it anymore?" "Don't accept it? Do you dare? Money vii

Can you pay for breaking a contract? Moreover, you can run away from the temple priest but not the temple. If he finds you once, he will find you a second time. Hiding is useless.” Lam Phi Phi is right to the point.