Chapter 8 — Complete Buddhists

8The result of that extra call was - I was "bullied" by him a few more times. 16. Because of the previous incident, Ly Tu Tu was hated by the gold master, Mr. Truong, and lost a lot of resources. I heard her life is extremely miserable these days. She found me several times, begging me to say a few nice words in front of Do Kham Dien. I refused. The show hadn't finished filming yet, so I was at the scene trying to avoid contact with her. During the break, I was discussing the script of a new movie with Ms. Na, when Ly Tu Tu suddenly rushed in. "Chu Mo, you're going to die!" She swung some liquid at me, luckily Ms. Na reacted quickly, using the script to block it. A burning smell filled my nose — sulfuric acid. The splashing drops fell on my arms, instantly corroding them into patchy burns. Ms. Na's hand was also burned, bleeding profusely. The director team quickly rushed to control Ly Tu Tu. "Let me go! Let me go!" Her hair was messy and her eyes were crazy. Before being escorted by the police, she screamed: "I won't let you go!" After Ly Tu Tu was arrested, the entire entertainment industry was nervous and afraid. Especially the golden owner Truong Truong, was implicated to the point of hardship. And I became the main target of revenge, having all kinds of rumors spread about "hidden rules". In a moment, netizens who were not sure whether it was true or false rushed to attack me. Cyber violence, digging into my private life, sending threatening letters, even coming to the apartment I rented to block me. Do Kham Dien was worried that something would happen to me, so he immediately ordered me to return to the Do family to live. In this situation, it is indeed the safest choice. It's just that because of my business, Do Kham Dien has been so busy that he hasn't been seen for several days. Until one night, he returned under the moonlight, washed away his fatigue and hugged me tightly. "A Mo, I miss you so much." Woke up the next morning. All the hotsearches that highlighted me have disappeared. Instead, all over the internet are wedding photos of me and Do Kham Dien, along with his earnest confession of love. Ms. Na texted reproachfully: "Chu Mo, you really hid it well. You are already the crown prince of the capital, why do you have to suffer so much in hiding your identity to move in the entertainment industry?"... Actually, when I first entered the world, Ms. Na helped me a lot, and endured all the bitterness with me. But I really couldn't tell her that Do Kham Dien and I were married. Because at that time, I had never even touched his finger. I don't know when I will be kicked out of the Do family. 17. The final activity of the program requires the male guest to personally prepare breakfast for his favorite female guest. It's hard to imagine Do Kham Dien, who was pure as snow, standing in the kitchen cooking. He was still wearing a white shirt, with a cute pink bunny apron on top, his sleeves were rolled up, and the Buddha necklace on his wrist sparkled. Although his movements were still clumsy, they were extremely serious and careful. Just one glance made millions of netizens flutter. Comments poured in: "It turns out the crown prince is the ideal model of humanity." "The cold Buddhist fell into the world because of love." "Oh my god! So sweet! Please debut immediately!" The breakfast he prepared was simple: sandwich, fried eggs, plus a glass of milk. I took it and tasted a piece — it didn't taste bad. Eating too quickly almost choked. He immediately patted my back, carefully raised the glass of milk, took a sip to test the temperature, and then gave it to me. I took it, deliberately placed my lips right where his lipstick mark was and drank. Then he pretended to accidentally lick his lips. The sight made his throat slide slightly and his ears turned red. Comments immediately exploded: "Loving women in this world is probably just that." "No wonder, Crown Prince

"Too enchanting, too seductive." At the end of the show, everything turned into a giant love performance between me and Do Kham Dien. Buddhists, who were cold and distant from the secular world, now "washed their hands of making soup" for me, causing netizens to write applications to learn the secret of "flirting to catch a husband." Ratings skyrocketed, the director laughed until he couldn't close his mouth. At the closing party, alcohol and beer were everywhere, but I was forced to sit next to Do Kham Dien, only allowed to sit next to me. The director wondered: "Why did Chu Mo change to drinking milk today?" Do Kham Dien pulled me close to his chest and calmly replied: "Preparing to get pregnant."18. In the Do family's mansion. Mrs. Do was radiant like a flower, pulling me to sit next to her. "Mo Mo, has your stomach moved yet?" I looked awkward. Even though Do Kham Dien has been "working hard every night" lately, I'm still not pregnant. "Still... not yet."