Chapter 7 — Did I Accidentally Tame the King of Hell in the Ph Family?

His eyes were calm, refusing to refuse. I followed him to the hospital. When coming home. Standing in the dark hallway. He asked a question:

“Lam Khau.”

“Yes?”

“Are you…”

If you don't know the pain, how should you react? The words came to my mouth. He turned again, looking at the small, thin figure on the stairs.

“Tieu Anh said she always receives scholarships.”

“Yes.”

I nodded.

“Getting to this point was not easy.”

Pho Bach Kieu's eyes were quiet and gentle. He said:

"Lin Khau, I hope you join Goldman Sachs, don't waste your talent, and don't waste the hard... road you've gone through."

“Next week I will attend the internship project report.”

I stood in place, my throat choked, and just gently replied:

“Yes.”

I will try not to waste anything.

16

Pho Bach Kieu's back disappeared around the corner of the hallway. I entered the house, went to my room and took out a bank card. This is the money Pho Anh has given me for the past few years. I have low material desires and basically have no use for them. Until it was dawn. Recently, Pho Anh also contacted me:

“Emergency, ask for help.”

“What's wrong?”

I ran to the coffee shop she booked. On the table is a large stack of theses.

“The lecturer just corrected and took too many notes.”

She raised her eyes, dark circles under her eyes. The eldest lady has experienced the greatest hardship in this life. Staying up all night editing my thesis.

“You can help me fix it.”

She patted the chair next to her. Quite good, without having to write for you, you can see the Pho family's teachings in this area.

“My youngest uncle said, if I dare to ask you to write for me, he will beat me to death.”

“…”

Perfect prediction. But it's almost all my doing. Pho Anh was forced to be so angry that he went out to the car to smoke several times. When you come back. I pushed the computer back.

“It's fixed.”

She poked my forehead, hugged me and kissed me.

“You should be part of the Pho family!”

“My little genius.”

The slanting rain cut through the sky.

“It's raining.”

I said.

"Yes, it will rain heavily next week. My cousin started preparing a disaster response plan last week."

Heavy rain is very good, can wash away, bury, seal. Sit in the car. I whispered to Pho Anh:

"I have to go, Mr. Deputy hired me to look up the IP."

She raised her eyebrows and took a bag from the back seat.

“The company's new product, this suction part looks very much like a real person.”

"Are you sure you don't need it? There are too many gifts. I got a box for my youngest uncle, although it seems like he can't use it."

She started her business as a women-friendly toy company, mainly designing two directions: "real feeling" and "emotional companionship". Ignore the embarrassed look on my face. A hand rubbed the top of my head.

“Remember to give me feedback on my experience.”

“The psychiatrist I introduced to you is quite good, right? Your addiction is just a form of post-traumatic stress, don't be ashamed, don't blame yourself.”

It's already going to be good. Wipers sweep across the windshield. I lowered my eyes and replied:

“It's okay.”

"That's good. Should I take you back to school or to your rented room?"

I said:

“I went to Mr. Pho's house.”

Pho Anh stood up and pulled the seat belt for me.

“His mother was just looking for him. Now is not the time to stick his head in the gun.”

“Why?”

Pho Anh told me to look up the price of Goldman Sachs shares. Drop a few points. It is said that the genius of Minh An department store was originally going to marry Pho Bach Kieu. But at the engagement party, Deputy Bach Kieu intentionally did not appear. There was a lot of media, the whole hall was abuzz. Having lost face, Minh An department store took a step back and married the eldest son of a hundred-year-old gold and silver brand. After the two families got married, they used the media to create a position, criticizing Pho Bach Kieu for being arrogant and not being a gentleman. This is what causes stock prices to fluctuate. But I still feel fine.

“In his mother's eyes, it's not okay.”

Pho Anh started the car.

“My youngest uncle is the first example in my life.”

“If it weren't for him, the Pho family would have been taken over by another branch a long time ago.”

The traffic outside the door is slow.

"But aunt Thu Uyen treats the youngest uncle very badly. No matter how well he does, she is not satisfied."

“Why?”

The red light is on. Pho Anh stopped the car and said:

“Because aunt Thu Uyen has two sons, she doesn't like my youngest uncle.”

“The youngest uncle is also about my age, since childhood he has been like an invisible person, the family only sees him as a beautiful decoration that brings good luck.”

For Pho Bach Kieu's mother. The eldest son is a genius that is difficult to meet in a hundred years. Born at a time when parents loved each other the most. She poured everything in, gave up her youth, and poured her best years and enthusiasm into her eldest brother. As for the birth of the youngest son, along with her husband's adultery, a branch of the family usurped power, the moisture and mold in the family's darkness could no longer be hidden. But I turned around and said to Pho Anh:

“Because I wanted to find an excuse for my own incompetence and weakness, I attached misfortune to a child.”

“Who says it's not true?”

Pho Anh stepped on the accelerator.

“She went crazy forcing her eldest son to achieve success, using it to please her husband and maintain the family business.”

“But those stepchildren are not easy to tease, they cause a few accidents.”

Car accident. The older brother died protecting his younger brother. This debt was charged to Pho Bach Kieu. He was only twelve years old at that time. The sound of rain suddenly became louder, tapping on the roof of the car.

“Do you know what every time Aunt Thu Uyen looks for my youngest uncle, what she says?”

“What?”

“She said, why wasn't it you who died?”