Chapter 4 — Did I Accidentally Tame the King of Hell in the Ph Family?

I silently and obediently nodded.

“It's annoying.”

Pho Bach Kieu pushed open the study door and carefully closed it. Saw him go. I immediately locked the door, then took the USB out of my bag, plugged it into the computer, and edited the data. Fingers felt like they were smoking. Just then the message rang again. Sent by Pho Bach Kieu. Even after going out, he didn't forget to continue luring me into revealing himself.

“Why doesn't mommy pay attention to me?”

“Is it because I'm not good enough?”

Someone so big can pretend to be such an innocent bunny online. Because trying to catch me is a waste of effort. I speed up the operation. Received message again. This time it is sent to the main account. Pho Bach Kieu said:

“Miss Lam, I doubt that kid realized something was wrong.”

My heart caught in my throat.

“Why do you think that?”

Deputy Bach Kieu:

“Normally, she will definitely answer me within three hours and twelve minutes at most.”

“It's been so long today.”

I typed on the keyboard like I was fighting, while trying to answer.

“Mr. Pho, I think she is like me, everyone is very busy during graduation season.”

“I don't think so.”

Pho Bach Kieu replied coldly.

“If she doesn't respond to the text message in another minute, I will invite Goldman Sachs's IT team to assist.”

I weakly asked:

“Have you ever used a butcher knife to kill a chicken?”

Deputy Bach Kieu:

“If I don't get her text, I'll go crazy.”

"Sigh, habits are very scary things. You don't know what she turned me into..."

I know. Privately, he is a noble, forbidding, controlling heir. Turn into wild, out of control, wild vines that grow wild.

“Shouldn't she pay for that?”

“Half a minute left.”

The next second. The secondary account rang again. Pho Bach Kieu sent some photos.

“Mommy, help my puppy choose a leash, will you?”

Not good. His Caucasus has a much bigger head than mine. Doesn't fit. This size makes me unable to help but doubt, damn, this thing is ready for me. I can't solve the trace in half a minute. His message was like a charm for his life.

“This pink yarn, do you like it?”

“If you like it, my puppy will definitely like it too.”

"It's so heartbreaking, does mommy not need me anymore?"

“Photo of cat holding assassination knife.jpg”

I took a deep breath. Keeping the same tone as before, use the secondary account to answer him.

“Turn off your phone and edit your thesis all day, cancel your meeting.”

“You cheap dog, so anxious to see me, are you planning on doing something bad?”

“Yes.”

My heart stopped beating for two seconds. Afterward. Deputy Bach Kieu sent:

“The puppy wants…”

“Lick.”

“You.”

“Is that okay?”

11

After saying that, he sent more than ten photos of his sexy abs. Damned. Because I showed up and acted to this extent. Eyes glued to the computer screen. I frantically type on the keyboard. Completely did not look closely at what Pho Bach Kieu sent. If you read it, then answer randomly. Anyway, three minutes later, this analytics package will be canceled, my sub-account will also completely end. These chat histories disappear. No one will know that in private I am such a passionate and hysterical person. So. He said: "Mommy, do you want? I can help you..." I replied: "Yeah yeah." Him: "I haven't said what I want to do yet." Me: “Whatever.”

“I want to lick?”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes Yes."

“Can four of them last?”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Mommy didn't lie to me, did she?”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Or two boxes?”

“1.”

“It's my birthday next week, can Mommy comfort me herself?”

“Yeah yeah.”

“If you trick me, you'll be my puppy, okay?”

“1.”

“So… what about getting married? Do you want me?”

“1.”

“?”

“1.”

“…What are you doing?”

"Baby, you didn't look at what I sent, did you?"

Ha ha. It's true I didn't look. Last line of code, ten seconds, after typing, release. Year. Four. Three. Two. Power outage.

“Ah!”

I jumped out of my chair. Looking at the dark screen, the surrounding darkness, I didn't have time to be afraid. I let out a suppressed roar.

“Your grandfather!”

It's done, it's done. My legs are soft, my heart beats fast, my chest feels tight. Toes and calves hurt to the point of numbness. It's really done. At night I don't even dare turn off the lights. Why do rich people lose electricity so completely? Don't even have a solar lamp? It's so dark. My body was weak, I slowly squatted down, held the wall, opened my mouth and gasped. When he was a child, his parents locked him up and suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. As soon as it gets dark, I want to vomit, suffocate, and hyperventilate. Dimly. There was a light on in the study room. The light source becomes clearer and clearer. Looking up, I saw on the bookcase a jellyfish-shaped night lamp. Crafting is not considered sophisticated. I tried to step closer and clearly see the structure of the jellyfish's body. My heart jumped. The body is made of moon shell, the tentacles are made of nylon rope. The light inside is a photosensitive component that I bought myself before the university exam, wrote the program myself and completed it, very rudimentary. Done. This time it's really done. I gave this lamp to Pho Bach Kieu. The summer after the university entrance exam, I anonymously sent it to him. Turns out I pitted the same person twice! Thoughts drift to the past.

12

My mother passed away early, I grew up with my grandmother. She works at a wolf farm. That vast mountain has no one else. I make friends with wolves and dogs. Dad remarried, had a son, and didn't need me anymore. Later, my grandmother passed away, so I should have gone to an orphanage. It was my stepmother's policy that I looked okay, just too skinny, adding a pair of chopsticks also added a lot of work, and when I grew up, the bride price would be quite a bit. Living in someone else's house is not comfortable. Good results are even more disastrous. My father likes me to study well and have free books. The stepmother didn't like it, she felt that her son was the smartest. Living in the gap is not easy. The most painful was the twelfth grade year. I am the valedictorian. Younger brother got his girlfriend pregnant.