Chapter 2 — Blind Love

The house doesn't turn on the lights at midnight. In the dark living room, I sat alone on the sofa. The phone's screen lit up, stopping at Weibo's hot search page. #Hua Nha's love story is revealed# #Hua Nha and her mysterious boyfriend kiss in the middle of the night on the street# In the photo, Thuong Hang and Hua Nha hug each other. His hand pressed against the back of her head. And she stood on tiptoe trying to respond to his kiss. Both had tears in their eyes. In the immense snowstorm, they kissed without leaving, romantic and touching. Hua Nha's fans were all crazy: "You and I are such a good match, we got married on the spot!" "Kiss so much that it creates a silver thread, do you all understand?" Someone specially enlarged the photo and took a screenshot. "Wow! His tongue has entered her mouth, the tongue porridge kiss has come true! So sweet!" I even want to love them because of this passionate love. Remember when we got married, my father wanted to invite the media to attend to promote the corporation. Thuong Hang gently refused. He said he did not want his private life to be discussed by people. Therefore, we only receive certificates, do not hold weddings. Very few people in our circle of friends knew we were married. So, my dad and I had a big argument. My father at that time said: "Chung Vu, you will regret it!"5 Thuong Hang returned when it was almost dawn. The straight suit was grabbed so tightly that it was wrinkled, the tie was gone, and the lower lip was bitten and torn. Seeing me sitting on the sofa, he stopped. He came over and sat across from me. After a moment of suffocating silence, he spoke first. "Chung Vu, sorry." Tears fell from the corners of my red, swollen eyes. I trembled slightly, my chest constricted. Thuong Hang bowed her head, placing her elbows on her knees. "Hua Nha has three scars on her wrist." "Chung Vu, she committed suicide three times because of me, I can't ignore it." He spoke like a knife stabbing, each stab into the heart. "Chung Vu, you are a rich lady. Without me, you will still live well, but she will not." "She leaves me, she will really die." Thuong Hang and I grew up together. I have loved him for twelve years, and have imagined countless times about us living happily into old age. But in this moment, my strong heart collapsed completely. I almost ran over and slapped Thuong Hang hard in the face. He tilted his head, not moving. Beaten into shock. My chest was tight, my voice became hoarse. "Thuong Hang, get a divorce." "In the future, I will let the lawyer contact you." He is not worthy of being the father of my child. 6Three years later. I returned from abroad with my three-year-old son. When I walked out of the airport wearing red high heels, the Chung family's car was waiting at the door. Sit in the back seat of the Maybach. I looked out the window, the scene was familiar but also strange. There are more high-rise buildings in the CBD than three years ago. Young people holding coffee still hurried back and forth on the streets. At the red light intersection. On the LED screen of the shopping mall in front, the red carpet scene was being broadcast live. In front of the camera, Hua Nha wore a pink evening dress, smiled brightly, hand in hand with Thuong Hang, expressing sweet affection. A reporter asked: "I heard that you two are about to have good news, is that true?" Hua Nha took Thuong Hang's arm, deliberately revealing the hand wearing a large diamond ring. "If there is good news, I will inform everyone immediately." As for Thuong Hang, her face was cold, saying nothing. At this time, my son suddenly approached, pointed at the screen and said, "She's not as pretty as your mother." I held my child on my lap, confident and proud. "Of course, your mother is the most beautiful person in the world." My son chuckled in my arms. I hugged my child and raised my eyes

Look at Thuong Hang on the screen. I hope that I will never see him again in my whole life. 7But life is not as expected. Not long after, Thuong Hang and I met again at an auction. The elevator door slowly opened. Thuong Hang and Hua Nha in the elevator, when they saw me, were both stunned. Especially Hua Nha, she immediately became alert. Thuong Hang's hand, which was relaxed at his side, slowly clenched into a fist, his eyes were both happy and emotional. Many friends have told me that, over the past three years, Thuong Hang has repeatedly asked for news about me. It's that I don't want you to know. So my family hid it from me very carefully. When Thuong Hang stepped out of the elevator, my son, who was supposed to be taken care of by the assistant, suddenly appeared and ran to hug my leg. "Mami." The assistant was frantic, sweating profusely, "Sorry Ms. Chung, he keeps asking to see you. I really can't do anything else." "It's okay." I held his hand, "Mami will take you out to eat delicious food, okay?" "Okay." The son smiled brightly, his eyes narrowed into lines. only. But when I was about to leave with my child, Thuong Hang took a step forward, blocking our way. His eyes lit up, he almost lost control, grabbed my wrist tightly. "Whose child is this?" I tried to pull my hand away.