Chapter 2 — Don't be afraid, I'm here

The system covered its ears: 【Host, keep your voice down... You really look like an evil villain!】 On the other end of the line, Luong Chi's voice was full of hate: "You volunteered to give it to me. Do you think I need those things from you?" Suddenly a soft female voice entered the phone. “Ah Chi… only if you live there, will your heart disease get better…” Luong Chi hesitated a bit: “Van Vu, something that has already been given cannot be—” “Parasite!!” “What did you say?” I screamed into the phone: "I! Say! You! Are! A BASTARD! YOU! ARE! DAMN!?!" "House! Me! Yes! Guan! Am! Did she have a heart attack when she left the house?! You should take her to be exorcised! YOU STUPID!" The phone was silent for a second. Then Luong Chi coldly said: "Tell your lawyer to come get the contract, take that broken house, and get as far away as possible." Bang!—he hung up. Half an hour later, I trembled and tore up the contract. I almost became a poor family... Co Son Hanh was sitting on the sofa, frowning as he looked at the huge hole I had smashed through the chair, not knowing what he was thinking. 【Nail! Detected that Co Son Hanh's favorability increased by 1 point, currently: -109%. Host, please try harder!】 I immediately turned into a puppy wagging my tail, trotting over to please him: "Husband~ tonight we-" Co Son Hanh coldly pushed me away: "I have a meeting, I won't be home tonight, don't wait." Huh… It's really difficult. Co Son Hanh said he had a meeting that evening, but unexpectedly it disappeared for three days. I'm about to turn into an ant crawling on a hot pan. That night, exactly ten o'clock, he finally received my text message: "When will you come back?" Co Son Hanh: "If you have something to say, say it." The system clicked its tongue: 【It's so sad, the favorability is so low and you still have to try to text. Normally, when Van Vu texts in the evening, it means something bad is happening.】 I was busy cleaning the table, had just finished cooking a full tray, and was worried about taking good photos, so I didn't pay attention to the system's chatter. After placing them in place, I selected the "taste bud stimulation" filter, and then clicked send. Then attached a puppy sticker with sparkling eyes: "There's something wrong~ cook for me, come home early to eat~" After sending, I looked at the system and asked: "So what did Van Vu often text before?" 【It's like telling him to give things to the male lead, or... to buy condoms. In general, it's just about humiliating and torturing him.】 “…What kind of thing is that?” What we thought was a husband and wife lacking communication, but who expected it to be a long-standing antagonistic couple. Bao Co Son Hanh agreeing to have dinner with me is a strange thing. Sure enough, less than a minute later, the text message came: "No. I won't be home tonight." The system laughed happily: 【Detected favorability increased by 2 points! It seems that when she doesn't drag him out on errands, he doesn't have much of an objection. There's still hope!】 Well, fly meat is still meat. From that day on, I regularly sent messages to Co Son Hanh every night. Thanks to my shameless perseverance, my favorability level finally... rose above -100%. Today, I decided to take the initiative: "Co Son Hanh, come home for dinner. Considering my efforts in cooking, refusing to continue would be rude." Nail! Another sound from the system indicating an increase in favorability. But… there was no reply. Hmm, okay, just pretend to be cold. The system and I rummaged through the whole book to find out that Co Son Hanh liked to drink corn rib soup. But it's not like I really like it, it's just that the story only mentions that dish. I Go buy corn, plan to cut it into pieces to make soup. Who would have thought that as soon as I swung the knife and slashed down, before I could hear the corn pop, I was already screaming. “Ah! Damn it!!” The system screamed like an air defense siren: 【Ah ah ah host, you're bleeding——】 “Shut up, I know…” I tried not to look at the bleeding wound, but the sharp pain kept reminding me: Me. Bag. Love. Unfortunately, I'm afraid of blood. Staggeringly crawling to the dining table, I picked up the phone. The directory has only one name—Co Son Hanh. I called him trembling. "Hello?" His voice was still as cold as money, without any emotion. I whispered, cold sweat wet my forehead: "Co Son Hanh... you have to go buy this for me..." The other side was silent for a second, then immediately after, Co Son Hanh's favor display board fell straight to the bottom like a roller coaster. The system screamed shrilly, accompanied by a faint and contemptuous laugh transmitted through the receiver: "Finally, you can't bear it anymore, right? What do you want me to buy again? Birth control pills? A birthday cake for Luong Chi? Or something more disgusting?" I was dizzy and stammered: "I... I'm bleeding a lot... I must... have to bandage it... buy me... a band-aid... birth control pills can't stop the bleeding..." The other side was silent. A second later, the receiver echoed my shrill scream: "Ah ah ah no! I have to go to the hospital! I'm about to faint! Help——!!" Boom! I collapsed to the floor, unconscious. …I don't know how long I was in a coma, it must have been a century. Dreamy, feels like being slapped by the system. Or if I hadn't slapped him, I would have been electrocuted. In general, it woke me up. As soon as my consciousness returned, I heard the system scream like a ghost: 【Host, host! Co Son Hanh's popularity increased sharply! Instant increase of 28 points! Currently up to: -70%!】 Hey -70%. Thank you, I'm so touched. At the same time, a middle-aged male voice rang out, sometimes near, sometimes far: "...Your wife was in shock due to fear of blood, luckily she arrived in time, otherwise the wound would have healed on its own, it's nothing serious, don't worry." I moved my eyelids, slowly opened my eyes, stared at the white ceiling, and took a moment to realize where I was. Suddenly a huge face crawled into view. The white-bearded uncle, already old, smiled with wrinkles: "Oh my girl, are you awake?" I rolled my eyes and saw Co Son Hanh standing next to me. His face was cold as usual, his lips were tightly pursed, looking very unsightly. He was dressed neatly, only his tie was askew, he must have just rushed home from the company. I opened my mouth, my voice weak. After listening, the doctor laughed: "Your wife says it's too embarrassing, it affects your work." After speaking, he shook his head and exclaimed: "What a young couple, their relationship is sweet." Co Son Hanh's face stiffened and he immediately turned away: "Thank you, doctor. I'll take her home." I was dizzy, my legs were weak, and when I left the hospital, I was stuck on Co Son Hanh. It's so fragrant. Pure soap smell. Clean, cool, comfortable. “I want to talk.” Co Son Hanh lowered his eyes, his gaze gloomy: "Van Vu, let go." I closed my eyes tightly, clinging to him and not letting go: "No... I'm nauseous... quickly carry me home..." Co Son Hanh was silent for a long time without responding. I secretly opened one eye, glanced at his still expressionless face, my heart jumped, and I quickly continued to moan. half alive and half dead. Less than ten minutes later, many people around were paying attention and pointing and talking. The blue vein on Co Son Hanh's forehead twitched, and finally, he reluctantly bent down and picked me up. Walk straight towards the car. Another terrifyingly silent stretch of road. When I got home, the air still had an unpleasant smell of blood. Damn it... I forgot to call someone to clean it up. Co Son Hanh followed the trail of blood into the kitchen and saw the corn lying on the cutting board. “What are you going to do?” My face was pale and I replied tiredly: "Rib soup with corn..." "That's enough, Van Vu. Don't worry about how much money." He turned his back to me, his voice cold as ice, carrying a distance that felt like a thousand miles of wall had been built. Besides Van Vu, it seems he has no other relatives. But Van Vu... is not considered a relative. It's more like a disaster. His whole life, lonely and miserable. The benefactor's last words became chains that bound him. While he should have been able to live freely, spreading his wings in the sky. Perhaps out of sympathy, I put my hands on the table, tried to suppress my trembling, and softly said: "Or... let's get a divorce. I see that you're not happy with me." Co Son Hanh stiffened. He didn't answer. I thought he would leave immediately. Who would have thought that he was tired and said decisively: "Let you go so you can harm others? Van Vu, don't go anywhere in this life. Before I die, I will definitely take you with me." Co Son Hanh... couldn't hear my answer. Because I fainted again. In fact, I have had a fear of blood for nearly twenty years. It can be considered a form of PTSD. The reason is very clear. When I was seven years old, I witnessed my parents die in a car accident. At that time, my mother grabbed me and threw me out of the car, not far from the scene. My face at that time... was facing my mother's direction. His eyes had not yet closed, his face was covered in blood, death was near but he still couldn't close his eyes.