Chapter 7 — Baby Copy Bring Me Closer to You One More Time

Rice Cake excitedly ran after Uncle Truong. There were only me and Pho Thua Nghiem left in the living room. The atmosphere immediately became magical. He let me go, walked to the bar, poured two glasses of water, and gave one to me. "Sit down." I cautiously sat down on the chair furthest away from him, like a scared little hedgehog. He didn't care, comfortably sitting on the sofa opposite me, his long legs crossed, his posture lazy but carrying invisible pressure. "To Tieu Mi." He opened his mouth. “What?” I frowned. “Has life been good these past five years?” “Very good, free, no one is tied down.” I deliberately provoked him. Sure enough, his face darkened: "Is that so? Bringing my son along, living miserable outside, is also called good?" "I won't let my son suffer! I've given him all the best!" I protested excitedly. “Your ‘best’?” He laughed scornfully, "An income of several thousand yuan a month, living in a dilapidated rented room, driving a rotten Wuling car, is that what you call 'the best' for him?" I choked on my words, my face turned red. Arguing about money with a capitalist is truly bringing humiliation on yourself. "Money is not omnipotent!" I stubbornly argued. "But without money you can't do anything." He mercilessly exposed, "To Tieu Mi, you should admit, you can't give Rice Cakes the best life, but I can." I bit my lip and remained silent. He was right. “So, stay.” He reached out his hand to me, "For Rice Cake, also for... me." I looked at his extended hand, the joints were clear, long and strong. It was this hand that once lit countless fires in my body. I shivered and immediately hid my hands behind my back. "I can stay, but you have to agree to a few conditions with me." I decided to negotiate. "Talk." "First, we only live together for the sake of the child, you can't touch me!" I emphasized. He raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean by touching your hands and feet?" "That means... that means not having any physical contact!" "Does holding hands count?" "Counts!" "What about hugging? What about kissing?" He gradually pressed closer. "Everything counts! Don't do anything!" I panicked. "Then..." His voice trailed off, his eyes became deep and unpredictable, "What about marital obligations?" My face turned red, like it was about to bleed. You scoundrel! “Not even good!” “Oh?” He leaned against the sofa, leisurely looking at me, "To Tieu Mi, have you forgotten, why do we have Rice Cake?" How could I forget! Those crazy and out of control days replay in my head every night. He is like a tireless beast, and I am his only prey. "In short, no!" I was stubborn, "If you don't agree, I will... I will take Rice Cake and leave!" "I can't leave." He firmly affirmed, "I told Assistant Tran to take care of it. Tomorrow, Banh Gao's household registration will be changed to my name. Guess what, without my permission, you can take the boy out of this country?" I took a sharp breath of cold air. This devil! He dares to block my retreat! "Fu Thua Nghiem! You shameless thing!" "For you, I don't need nice tricks." He stood up, walked in front of me, looked down from above, "You just need to be obedient and obedient." He leaned down, got close to my ear, and in a vague voice that only two people could hear, whispered in my ear: "Besides, do you really... don't want to? Tieu Mi, your body is much more honest than your mouth." My whole body trembled, as if being electrocuted. Obnoxious! He understands me so well! I was so angry that my eyes turned red, but I couldn't refute anything. He looked at me as if I was about to cry out of anger. He seemed to be in a very good mood. He reached out and gently pinched my cheek. "Okay, no more teasing you." He stood up straight, his voice returned to normal, "Sleep in a separate room,

Okay. Just don't touch me for now, that's fine." I looked at him in surprise. Have you changed your mind? "But," he changed his tone, "I have my limits. To Tieu Mi, don't even dream of running away again, otherwise... I'm not sure what I'll do." In his eyes, there was a glimpse of the crazy stubbornness that I was used to. I had no doubt that if I ran away again, he would really lock me up. I shivered and reluctantly nodded. "Okay, I won't run." A gentleman knows how to advance and retreat, and if he can save his life, there is still hope. I have to stabilize the situation first and think later. "That's good." He smiled with satisfaction and patted my head like he was comforting an angry cat. The dinner was so sumptuous that it looked like a state banquet. The table was long and large, with only the three of us.