Chapter 8 — Dad's Good Brother Is My Boyfriend

The shame surged up again. But this time, it was mixed with an indescribable feeling of sweetness and reassurance. It turns out I'm not the only one who's in love. It turned out that he had been planning each step for a long time. "So... what now?" I quietly asked, thinking of my father. "Your father will let me worry." He said firmly, his tone calm as if everything was in hand. "It's true that he's a long-time friend, but I'm only six years older than you. He already knew that I had feelings for you, otherwise why would he happily 'kick' you over here to 'train'?" Lightning strikes! My dad also knows?! Turns out I was the only one who was hidden! They... colluded to sell me?! "To! Chan! Quoc!" I gritted my teeth, wanting to jump up and lose enough with him. La Thua laughed, bent down and gently kissed my forehead. "Okay, don't be angry anymore. Now, you just need to remember one thing." He lifted my face, forcing me to look straight into his eyes - there was only me, and filled with strong, unmistakable emotions. "To Mieu Mieu, whether it was 'Sugar Jar Only For Mieu' online, or La Thua in real life, from beginning to end... there was only one person." "That person, wanted have you at all costs.” His kiss descended again, this time not just possession, but a declaration — strong and precious. All of my hesitations, shame and conflicts melted away in this kiss - a kiss that was honest, hot and made my heart tremble with every beat. Moonlight passed through the car door, gently covering the two people embracing each other inside. The long-running symphony titled "internet love crashed" and "social death at work" has finally ended. With a sweet ending — just for them.5What happens after that? After that, my father happily accepted that his "brother" who was only ten years younger than him became his son-in-law, and even patted La Thua's shoulder and smiled: "This kid has the same eyes as me, he knows how to choose!" I listened but could only roll my eyes helplessly. La Thua finally no longer has to live a double life. During the day, he is the serious and assertive General Director La, occasionally using his eyes to "tease" his little assistant. At night, he is a "good brother" who takes off his disguise and gets whatever he wants with his girlfriend. The only "trouble" is: Assistant To now relies on the title of official girlfriend, starting to blatantly "solicit" her boss during working hours. For example, during a meeting, she will "accidentally" put her foot under the table, using the toe of her shoe to gently rub his calf. General La's face remained expressionless, continuing to speak fluently, but under the table, his hand quickly grabbed the naughty ankle, his fingertips drawing teasing circles on the sensitive skin inside the ankle, until someone's face turned red to the ears and obediently withdrew his leg. For example, when bringing documents into the office, she deliberately pretended to be quiet, lying down on his large desk, her sparkling eyes blinking: "General La ~ La Thua ~ Brother ~ I don't understand this document ~" The usual result is that General La couldn't bear it anymore, immediately pulled her over, pressed her on the desk, "carefully guided" until she "understood". What about the chats that once made her so embarrassed that she died? Now it has become the most valuable "treasure" in La Thua's phone, occasionally pulling it out to "revisit memories" and look at the crying and embarrassed face of his beloved wife that day. Of course, every time we review like that, the accompanying price is usually that To Mieu Mieu is "punished" to the point of crying and asking for forgiveness, deeply understanding the truth: "If you talk too much, one day you will bring disaster on yourself." In Wandering Stars and Moon, "Sugar Jar Is Only for Mieu" and "Miao Miao Likes Candy" are still as sweet as before. It's just that their newest "baby" is no longer virtual data, but a tiny living being that is growing up day by day.

in To Mieu Mieu's belly. La Thua gently placed his hand on his wife's slightly protruding belly, bowed his head and kissed her cheek - which was pink with happiness. A low, gentle voice full of pampering rang in her ear: "It seems... we have to build another big sugar bowl for our 'baby'."— Full text —